Posted in Uncategorized, tagged awareness, being, consciousness, dawn, daybreak, expansion, landscape, moment, peace, Poetry, ravens, sitting, sky, time, timeless on February 4, 2015| 3 Comments »
UNDOING
Sitting without time,
Outwith its wild unheard roar.
Moments snowmelt vanishing,
Undoing forgiven, unknowing acquiesced.
Oh, Birds of dawn, the hills are laced with cold.
Blue air placid, blanket weighed.
A roll of mist is daybreak,
A disassembly of constellations.
Sky ceiling lifts and breathes out.
Two ravens sliding sideways blackly.
The simplest lessons hardwon:
To rest without time,
All hungers melted.
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Posted in Uncategorized, tagged being, dawn, death, father, memory, moving on, remembering, requiem, time on February 8, 2014| 8 Comments »
RETURNING SONG
Before daybreak,
In quieter airs,
A smaller dawn.
As a blackbird sings,
Before the hint of light,
An old man settles,
Rises,
Releases,
Returns.
Leaving the complexity, leaving the overlay of moments,
We are a simple tune, one or two notes,
A nursery rhyme, guileless,
Needing no elaboration.
Leaving the moments, leaving the overlay of complexity,
We are, always have been, a little dance, a gesture,
A ripple, delighted perturbation,
Needing no justification.
Yesterday on a distant coast,
Storm waters uncovered footprints
Left and right, made by wanderers
Nine hundred thousand years ago.
Traces return, unexpected,
Vanish, unexpected.
These roaring tides, these sands,
These comings and goings,
Noticed, unnoticed.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged being, fragmentation, landscape, lucidity, morning, Poetry, time, Winter on December 12, 2013| Leave a Comment »
ONE MOMENT
Falling, tumbled dreams,
Wisped, fragranced,
Catch, spin and fade.
Morning is white and still
With frost and fog.
Sparrows motionless, huddled,
Await the sun, on elder, on elm.
We are sustained only, it seems,
By our forgetfulness,
By our obsession to measure time
And watch it passing.
To fit and shape the minutes,
Assigning usefulness
Rather than joy.
Sad creatures,
Longing for the real,
And missing it.
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Posted in Uncategorized, tagged appreciation, awareness, being, complexity, consciousness, existence, immeasurable delight, insignificant glories, life, memory, moments, ordinary extraordinariness, poetry art, tasting, transience measured, witnessing on December 4, 2013| 2 Comments »
SCRIBE, ENTANGLED
(Transience measured)
To carve in sound
The passing wings,
The roaring flicker of Time.
To hold up, turning slowly,
To reconsider, to honour,
The long and short moment
Immeasurable, of incalcuable value.
Ice equations melting with each sigh,
A collecting, falling, echo geometric.
Consummation by flame, bright dancing
For a moment, a transmutation ungraspable.
This location of variables,
Borrowed breath, quivered pattern,
Delineations: all immanent
Divinity.
Break the stream,
Suspend the pulse,
Question the lack of purpose,
The reason why,
And nothing further
Can be revealed
(The one answer already given).
This is the prize
For existing.
Why look round
For more?
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Posted in Uncategorized, tagged ambience, art, Autumn, awareness, being, coming on Samhain., drawing, holographic fugue, landscape, mind, mirror, morning, muse music, pen and inkish, Poetry, proof of life, reflection, stormclouds, wind on October 27, 2013| 5 Comments »
NO QUESTION
This is it:
The reflection
Of your being.
This room,
Quiet,
morning bright.
This window,
Filtering sound,
Slowing light,
Holding colours.
This view:
Veils of sun and rain,
Small birds blustered by.
Something special
In its commitment to itself.
But unremarked, unremarkable.
This patterning of storm cloud:
Unimaginable, dissipating,
Casual omnipotence.
This sequence of days:
Rosary of heartbeats,
Rosary of tears.
A meditation on dreaming
And waking.
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Seeded by other’s autumnal self-reflections, particularly Masqua’s Art…..
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged abstract, being, drawing, fooled by randomness, graphics, moon, movement of mind, night emissions, of seasons, Poetics of space, Poetry, sketches on September 24, 2013| 8 Comments »
MOON RENDERED SAVIOUR
It drifts, it slips, slivers, divides, diminishes
Slides, slides
Though the sky moves not,
Though the silence remains.
Heart’s division
An ache, a season,
A mist, a smoke of lust
Unslaked, bitter as ivy.
No reason, no recall.
A habitual residue
A dust of sorrow
A settlement too familiar,
Mica, clay, chalk, bone.
Shadow moons, blue lifted light,
Relapse, rapsody, requiem.
A heavy ransom for gold,
A skirl, spiraling chill.
But this song, abstracted,
Extended, drawn out, attenuated
A nerve or a vein tampered,
No remedy but to feel more
Not less, not, never, turning away.
Control, unfurl, unfold,
Lips and fingers unpetalled.
One moment silent
Naked eye, naked ear.
Stand upright, balanced,
Worthy on the world.
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Rather abstracted and sketched. An impressionist or expressionist, or maybe symbolist….a translation from the movement of inner zephyrs…..a little of something, though I know not what….
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged being, communication, inspiration, landscape, language, nature, Poetry, purpose on March 16, 2013| 4 Comments »
CLUES NAKED, REVEALED
Spit it out
These nails
This dust
These flowers
Spit it out
And move on.
The soles of my feet
Wedded to dust
Spit it out move on.
This naked morning
This clarity of frost
Say it.
Unsaid, it is not.
Spit it out
Like nails.
Seeing is sewing.
Speaking,
A song of noise.
Birdsong
In the mist.
simonhlilly 