Sunday
He reached out and took my hand,
lingering warmth from the early morning
flowed between us.
Bird song piped and twittered.
Gentle spring sunshine
broke through the chill March wind.
By the edge of the canal
I placed one foot in front of the other
and my heart smiled.
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Leaving
He left
gradually
like water
evaporating
after the rains
no moment
signalled the
beginning
of his leaving
the lushness
that surrounded him
just slipped away
waters became
muddier
crowded with
predators
snarling snapping
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Daylight and the dark
My own, as the sunrise greets the morning
my head is here but elsewhere is my heart
for we are the deepest oceans apart
and the ghost of our love lies there haunting
this vast distant chasm between us yawning.
Bolts shot from Eros always leave a mark
unforgotten through daylight and the dark.
Evening comes flirting as day is dawning.
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Varanasi
Amongst the filth
the sweet sound of the flute player
carries through the heated air
and everywhere,
down the Ghats
at sunrise,
the pilgrims gather
along the sacred river Ganges;
devoted to life,
birth and death.
Here in ancient Varanasi
against the backdropp of temples centuries old,
the soul of man
finds its own way home
amongst the filth.
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Wandering
Neither
beginning
or end
the journey
walks with
familiar boots
that smell of fields
winter and summer skies
the rustle of autumn leaves
they turn up
sitting beside
me
as the slipping sun dips
over warm oceans
while the unfamiliar
blows
across in the wind
riding
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Ryokan
I have followed him to his hermitage.
Stalked by loneliness he has revealed
a better way and shared with me Zazen
through writings and the sound of the
Hototogisu.
I have carried him on the tube
and into my working week
where he has shown me
winter passing
and the passage of spring
I have sat in the garden
In the quiet stillness
and learnt the
impermanence
of all things.
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Freedom
I shall just lie here and feel the wind blow gentle.
I shall just lie here and listen to the song in the trees.
I shall just lie here
as the bees keep busy,
and shut my eyes lightly
under shimmering blue.
I can sleep easy as the wind licks around me.
I can sleep easy beneath this cherished English sky.
I can sleep easy.
Far up high, swifts dance swiftly,
whilst I drift sleepily
under shimmering blue.
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Gift
Beneath a meteor shower in cold November
wrapped in a duvet on an old lounging chair,
stretched out, watching streaks of flaming embers
race across the dark, crystal clear midnight air,
I almost wished upon one bright shooting star;
but checked greed's impulse as I remembered there
a saying my father taught, brought from afar
‘he who wants all misses all'.
so I lived in the moment, given by that star.
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The sky was blue
The sky was blue today.
Sun light glinted on my eye lids and bare stretching branches.
Along the railway embankment, though it is early spring,
the spindly matted trees, silhouetted against the cloudless sky,
glistened a golden russet red.
Melodious song rung out from the hedgerows and,
as I walked,
the wind caressed my face.
Today the sky was blue and nature held my heavy heart
in her tender warm embrace.
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This Day
It is morning and the promise of day
sweeps across the sky.
Meadow grasses oscillate gently in the
dolce wind.
Wild vermilion poppies dance.
Amongst yellow buttercups
lethargy submerges limbs
beneath the undulating carpet.
Plucking one small cup I hold it
beneath your chin.
Sunshine alights
Swallows skim
the top of the old oak tree,
swooping down low
over our
sea of Anemones.
Zeus himself would pay homage
to this day.
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