Tuesday 15 October 2024

#1721 - here to be in no hurry

 



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here to be in no hurry

for Kassia

 

slow is the general idea

 

take a first step to be where you are

 

always half way of half way

and half way there

 

give praise for what is

not what’s to imagine

 

take note

and make this pause

with yours

 

see how impediments have fallen away

 

breathe

and know you do

 

the mountain summits me

I survive

 

here we are then

telling the way

 

to be in no hurry

 

slow is the general idea







Monday 14 October 2024

#1720 - out in it


 


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out in it

 

mind drifts

hear the pilgrim bells

 

it’s just the weight of days we carry

 

conversation for a stream as well

 

head drifts here

one follows

 

to cross again again

 

speech of the stream is with us still

 

the way instructs us

 

it dapples me, the light

 

there are times the cloud creeps up

is all afoot

as creature

tells

up through the bones

or in my head

 

the elsewhere leads

 

I start with a shirt the way takes

it give me a hat instead

 

where having been before

makes nimble

that’s rhythm where we were

we are

 

are we?

 

there are times you’ll feel you’re not here

or should not be

pinch nothing

 

it’s just the weight of days to carry

 

they wash away in the next breeze

they slough like a skin in the stream

 

and the river

is speaking round us

says

be where you are

don’t stay


 






Sunday 13 October 2024

#1719 - the future is our secret arrangement

 




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the future is our secret arrangement

 

we keep it close

tell no one

 

all kinds of things may be predicted but

 

it’s quite a way to come into my world

with no guarantees, if at all

 

you’ve climbed this far, reached a peak

had a moment

 

the future, too, will be everywhere

just as far as that goes

 

these are the ruins of what was

the true parts must lie under

 

though it will come

it’s to distract  

 

despite the propheteering

a future’s never as foretold

 

efficiency is all about guilt

the need to fit what’s here

 

take self from day – where’s time?

we fail

 

sometimes walk with the creek, take turns

who has precedence?

who knows?

 

still there’ll be sun shimmer

where the river’s morning runs

 

we will – won’t we? – return

to the all day river

 

night falls to it too

 

please tell me just that you’ll be here

 

I write the book till it falls apart

I hope that you’ll read this way





Saturday 12 October 2024

#1718 - the ways of the world

 



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the ways of the world

 

are every which

by stream

and sunwide shown

 

they grow by step

by breath

 

the way has these days of a mountain

 

those whom you meet

have come thus far

 

are all because they have been before

 

even surefooted

far in the midst

a stumble of sorts

 

uphill a line is a pause for breath

it’s good for the knees to go up

 

then sometimes sit

wait for time to come

 

you just had to be there

 

an old tree is the wild creek’s midst

 

the creek is quicker than the way

and sometimes the way is the bed of a creek

ask which came first

 

you learn the names along the way

they are just as far as gone

 

forget your self as well

 

track beaten

rung with pilgrim bells

 

way’s made

 

by hoof, by hand, by wiser heads

 

I salute all the work of the way

each careful stone

the leaf strew skitter

mud to fit

 

one has to look out for the signs

 

of course one may be shown but

 

the ways of the world are all one

to the wanderer

 

much up as down

frequently flat

one goes along with

 

the ways of the world

are every which

by stream

and sunwide shown

they grow by step

by breath

 

they are a homeless home









in Jersey City -- having a crack at Rob Edmonds' exercise for the 2024 Flying Islands Workshop

 


I like the place where rhyme’s forbidden

you have to hear just what’s there


 





 

in Jersey City

 

five am shouting, sudden Monday across the narrow street

through the double glaze too – hard hats, tapes, bossing about

 

all this anger goes into building a building

it comes down from the top of the tree

the shouting in so many languages

 

then the cops come, work stops for a bit

you wonder what’s going on…

the cops leave

 

either nothing really happened or I don’t know what did

now the reversing alarm, it’s all louder than it was before

 

you can’t even lean out the window, shout ‘shut the fuck up!’

they wouldn’t hear you, they wouldn’t listen if they could

they might not understand

 

anyway, the window doesn’t open

 

someone’s got the blow up rat out the front, dinosaur size

the placard says ‘pay your workers!’


Friday 11 October 2024

#1717 - in beetle bright, in the vanish

 


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in beetle bright, in the vanish

Kumano Kodo

 

a morning shines

 

sometimes the way’s just these steps

 

hatlessly, as day begins

 

or a frog gets out of the way

 

one will slow to the pace of the trail

 

even here

I could call Pitt St

the cadence of my country comes

 

and sun

to bright the mist away

 

here’s the rhythm of it

how I’m a ghost too

 

sometimes you’ll think you’ve written a line

but the line is waiting still

 

there’s looking back

and see you’ve gone

 

a bend in time

 

those footsteps behind, my own

 

they say you’d hear the stillness

but for what’s still in your head







Thursday 10 October 2024

#1716 - a leaf downstream

 


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a leaf downstream

(the practice of less is just where we are)

Otogawa, Wakayama

 

see just what

feel, touch

taste day

 

are you to notice a vanish of cloud?

 

a river makes mist of first light

 

look up out

 

no heretofore

but here and now

 

in order to look

you must see

 

it’s just these little prints I leave

barest of impressions

 

least of light falls

through these leaves

to the floor

 

sometimes you won’t believe where you are

 

so little one need bear in mind

 

some days a head is empty

 

at times hard to just be yet

 

water falls over a stone

 

you’d need to be awake to it

but, if not, it still goes

 

they say that in order to see

you must look

 

where the river is swimming

sit fish

you have to believe in them though

 

the practice of just where we are

is much less

than many have made it to be