THIS IS JUST TO SAY...i have had the most wonderful day on a day that the temperature was perfect for me for many hours of very slow yoga practice and even slower zazen (!) starting at circa three aye em and only finally getting dressed to go out circa ten aye em with just water and lemon and banana and apple for breakfast...it was all i wanted...and now circa six pee em having sustained myself on water, more fruit and sunbathing i cycled around the lake and am ready for the vegetable soup i started to prepare after my ride and will enjoy it with the wholemeal bread baked yesterday with the Tofu Rosso...Am i READY!...Boo hoo...there's no chocolate soya dessert left in the fridge for pudding... and i ate the last of the raw chocolate yesterday evening...What is a poor boy to do?!......AH WELL......(i'll) just (have to) sit (it out)......MAYBE!

Golden GOJI Hermitage
Tuesday evening
24/September/2013
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"WE ARE STARDUST, WE ARE GOLDEN..."

A great tenderness felt
for a fly
on my knee
this cool August afternoon
as it rubs
its legs together
and i do not move
or swat it away...

And i felt
a great tenderness
a few days ago
towards a baby bird's
frantic flutterings
as it quickly regained
the open sky
on entering the room
where i lay...

And in the dark
on my back
looking thru the skylight
around mid-night
on many nights
a great tenderness
towards the stars above...

And on the radio
Joni Mitchell sings...
"we are stardust
we are golden
and we gotta
get ourselves
back to the garden..."

And the rhythms
of my heart
more settled
as i feel
a great tenderness
towards this soft body
and all that is...

Golden GOJI Hermitage
Twenty-seventh of  August
2013
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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............