7 "OLD ONES" from CATTISTOCK

[1]
electric fence
sparrows
on stems

[2]
small snail slides
out of bucket
on a hook

[3]
a cat has
found the sun
amongst nettles

[4]
abundant nettles -
no gloves
no soup

[5]
amongst the ivy
room for just one
on the stone bench

[6]
even on
twisted limbs
harvesting apples

[7]
we lead the horse
to the water
and bolt
the stable door

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Golden GOJI Hermitage

27 JULY 2013

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MEMORY OF VIOLETS... to (the memory of) my father.

That scant cluster

of violets

beside one of Radipole's paths

has prospered along

a stretch of several feet

in just the few years

since you passed.

You would have returned exultant

 to have seen them so

these past years

as i do.

And the blossoms

of your own flowering?

4 children from your seed

&

3 for the next generation

of which

2 survive.

But assuredly

living-dying

like a memory of violets

is an endless

flowing and flowering

in and of the cosmos...

Golden GOJI Hermitage

14/3/2011 - 27/7/2013

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MY WEYMOUTH : POEMS

 

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Within the last 24 hours...i have stood under a downpour while the lightnings flashed about me in the night...i have practiced some asanas while Krishna Das blasted me in the early morning...i have eaten a papaya for breakfast then used the skin to moisturise my own - Do not put anything on your body that you would not eat! - ...i have cycled to the beach and on the beach and laughed at those who say it will cause the bike to rust...and i looked at the milky sea and sky and marveled...And i can sit...and i sat...And i can wait...and i waited......And there are still 10 more hours to go......

Last week, at a Buddhist group i sometimes attend, it was as if we were never gonna get started......"teacher" was fussing with her cat. Cat was being a cat. "Teacher" eventually laid-out a blanket for cat. Puss continued to prowl......"Oh, you'll have to go out, you're too restless," said "teacher", and puss was scooped-up and put-out in kitchen............Like "not the wind that moves, but your mind," in the Zen tale, it was "teacher's" mind that was restless. Cat was just being cat............