A mundane meeting
On ordinary business –
the eyes know better.
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Remember me Lord,
For I left so long ago
I’m not sure I do.
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Mountains to marbles,
The ocean pounds the shoreline.
How many lifetimes?
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The fire briefly
Took my hand in playfulness,
Yet I feel it still.
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Light speeds everywhere
Yet it still craves time, whereas
Love is a constant.
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When does it become
Marriage? This scented courtship
of raindrops and red earth.
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Spring’s green shoots unpick
Winter’s iron manacles –
Then how she dances!
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Land and lake alike
Locked in winter’s iron embrace
Slumbering ’til spring.
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Scent of wild garlic
Rising from the damp spring earth –
A carpet of spice.
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In forgetfulness
Each morning new, I blunder
Through the spider’s silk.
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The crescent moon hangs
Pregnant with her dark daughter
Full twenty-eight days.
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He’s still a puppy
Mouthing everything he can –
Time to grow up soon.
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On blustery nights
The wind booms down the chimney –
He’s all bluff I think.
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Frog, how did you find
this tiny ornamental
pool – did you smell it?
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Tall slender grasses,
Rolling like a golden sea
Blown by summer wind.
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Ignited by sun
Fierce fire-rainbow raged
Across sky tundra.
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When did we decide
To smother you in concrete
Beautiful Mother?
A shriek in the blue.
Dark shape, the other silver.
Two buzzards playing.
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Nature expresses
Herself best in youthfulness
Before time scars us.
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The sun, it rises.
There’s all that stuff in between.
Then it sets again.
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Here is the rain that
Falls in sheets for days on end
Greening the hillside.
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Here is the rainbow
Straddling the vale and village;
Child of mist and sun.
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Here are the swallows
Describing in arcs and planes
Simple existence.
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Rains have washed the air.
The valley floats, decanted
In a crystal bowl.
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Pale wood-smoke serpent
Coiling from its glowing nest
Tastes the wintery air.
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It looked so pretty
So I tried it on for size
This shroud they call life
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On long sleepless nights
I drift in my bed upon
An underground stream.
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When the lake grew weary
of our nocturnal offering
It bade us goodnight.
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Recalling fondly
The tinkling of silver spoons
Upon summer cups.
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Time himself slows down
To pause and glimpse the snowflakes
Sinking to the ground.
What should take their place
If sun and moon did battle
‘Cross the starry waste?
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Exploding giant
Tracked across millennia
Your light streaks outwards.
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Black holes in space time
Draw light into the centre
And history stops.
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Seven subtle hues
In sky in battleship grey
Fading in sunlight.
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All of creation
Await mankind’s ascension
To a brave new world.
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Jealous solar King
Cannot chase pale lunar Queen
From his airy sky.
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When the heart is full
Then love and love until the
Vessel be emptied.
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Distilled from darkness
Fragrant rose petal bowl holds
One drop of starlight.
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Walking on air is
A great deal easier than
Walking on water.
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Time; do you weigh it?
Measure it, then watch it fly?
Or try and save it?
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Pale powdery moth
Flitting, fluttering, whirring
Dusted by moonbeams.
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Hang up your costumes
There is no more to do now
But sleep the long sleep.
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The fragment of five.
Then seven staccato beats
To capture the phrase.
Suddenly comes joy!
How swift these fleet emotions.
What next I wonder?
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Chill wind, autumn mist,
Etch their message. Leaves falling
Like unread letters.
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Me and thee are names
Called out in separateness, ’til
I and thou are One.
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Scavenging for wood;
Twigs snapping underfoot like
Fire in the grate.
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Fragile container
Of stardust and love that I,
For now, inhabit.
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Not daring to knock,
A voice from within, laughing,
“But this is your home!”
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Sometimes a thought, more
Lucid than sunshine, carries
Me back to your eyes.
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Walking through the wood
My footsteps creaking on the
Freshly fallen snow.
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Hush, the snow has come
To lie beside the sleeping
flowers of the wood.
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Fearless warrior
Robed in mist, bright blade of frost,
Turns to face the day.
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Knowing there is You
What fell sorrow could pierce
The breastplate of joy?
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Astound me with Light
Bombard me with Miracles
Furnish me with Love.
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You have a place more
Spacious than any landscape
You know it as Mind.