Something Is

Be it a persona, let it be.

It is but an empty shell that carries

A Mission. Let it Be.

It will need to move about, it does.

But within there is something resembling

A Stillness

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Falling to grace

A feeling of shrinking

Into a smaller core

Letting go of passions

Becoming one with it all

The Obliteration

The Obliteration of the Golden Vase, the One we think we are.

The wise one who sat and watched toughts float by.

Only to realise that s/he is not alone in doing the Watching.

The sudden realisation of the meaning of “I”.

Starting to think of that whenever the word is mentioned.

Only one letter in a whole alphabet?

No wonder I feel stuck!

The Gratitude at being served this knowledge.

When I not long ago was believing something entirely different.

That the vase was alive.

That I had somehow to fill it.

Or at least show off some good flower(s).

When there is nothing to change at all.

Throwing that cherished vase into the wall though!

Will that really be necessary?

No need to!

It is already starting to look like a vase that only once

Was.

Self-images are of the Past

Today it dawned on me…

…, as I was pouring water

into a glass bottle that

writing a book is a bit like that.

Filling a bottle

a little bit at a time

from the cistern

knowing

that we live

in monsoon times.

no time

for a haiku

How could I?

I hail the spontaneous
as opposed to the perfected.
And art as not separated
from life – how could I
chase to describe being in
an abstract or impersonal way?

Not a Question

She shows her self                                    To those who will listen

She talks                                                       To those who will see

Breadth of Delight

The side of thought is not enough; the side of delight too must be entirely grasped: Ideas, Forces, Existences, Principles are hollow moulds unless they are filled with .

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Artist: Meinrad Craighead

This, that

This cat,

purring, killing animals.

Me, writing.