don't oh don't please don't
Sometimes it's easy
paring the fruit, shelling the kernel,
picking the bones clean dry.
At other times you're sucking
thin wine through a straw
that's blocked and flattened,
or trying to play a flute
with no finger holes.
Who knows the reason
why work can seem easy
or work can seem hard?
Perhaps the work is done
in the coil of the dreaming mind,
any gaudy thoughts unwind.
My Digital Life
Oh how can I live without Twitter
Or Facebook or Bebo or blogs?
If access were barred to my cell phone
My life would go straight to the dogs.
If you wrestled me from my computer
I couldn't account for my rage.
If you hijacked my laptop or hacked at my desktop
I'm an animal stuck in a cage.
If you unplugged my personal iPod
My life would be sadder than sad.
If you smashed my TV, DVD or PC
I'd go more than just acronym-mad.
However, if I think about it,
My rational mind might construe
That without all this digi-crapola
I've a whole lot of living to do.
Father and son
He cried, 'I love you, son', and then he died,
and something died in me also —
but something else strengthened, and survived.
Rain cascades over Cahors.
In the church-cum-art gallery
a video by a Chinese artist
shows a waterfall flowing backwards
in slow motion.
Four Wise Axioms
Find the seeds of spring in winter.
Take a walk around the lake.
Learn to skate in the summertime.
Learn to dream while you're awake.