The sun sets and the day softens.
As it happens so often,
The end of an adventure.
A tired body ready for the future.
Red, white & blue
Front to back, through and through I’m a hack.
Looking at this track, I no longer know what’s a fact.
In and out, everything makes me want to shout.
Skinned like a trout, I’m getting ready for the next bout.
Red, white and blue, always gave me such a fright.
Like a child in the night, I’m blind without any insight.
Lacking humility, I suffer the woes of absent tranquility.
Jump’in up and down, my tantrum is crowned with a frown.
This deep rent in my heart, what is the spark of this discontent?
On being bold
It’s wet, it’s cold.
May I be so bold,
As to invite thee,
For a cup of tea?
God of fire
Blood of the earth,
Fires from the hearth.
Water, air, earth & fire,
The elements aspire
to join in harmony.
A cup
Learning, doing,
No learning, no doing.
Empty space relating,
To all that is uniting,
In that which is unrelenting,
Yet never occurring.
It exists without itself,
And thus ends up on the shelf.