There is then and there is now
before and after
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occupied and vacant
Pulse
Breath
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Silence
these bare walls
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Song of the World
I woke to the sound of singing
voices of the world
some are joyful
some in pain
experience, innocence
young, elders, boys and girls
I heard the songs of great lamenting
for hunger, cruelty, and shame
I heard the whispers of remembrance
and hope that still remains
After the Weekend
We here
in this moment
Microcosm
of wider world
How do
you like it
We ask
each from threshold
We issue
answer in a thousand tongues
Language
grunts moans murmurations
Signs
we carry lead us on
Colours
rainbow bold or fading arc
Humanity
naked beast still loading
Have I Noticed
Offerings of kindness
Rising in many voices
A choir of improvised repertoire
Without a director mouthing
Cues or wielding a baton
Movements of compassion
Calls for vigils of the voiceless
Sufferers hidden or locked away
Unimportant stragglers occupying
Shadowy edges of humanity
Fields of creativity
Undulating without want of rest
Collaborations across borders
Unheard of and unknown linking minds
With restlessly famous
Nests of hummingbirds
Barely larger than fairytale thimbles
Revealed as unexpected gifts
These hours and days of altered stasis
Toss madness with solitude’s clarity and wonder
Present Hiss
Writer philosophers birth idea volumes
defeat defiance despair existential disparity
Artists brushes soak in toxins
life cycle depiction or candid canvas prediction
Pleased to meet you, reality
Now it’s back to horses and dusty horse riders
Street battles wasting time
Stele entries forgotten or faded
No honoured heros names to add
Inspiration waits for the revival
Sipping tea in the wings
Fragility
itchi-go itchi-e
these present moments
precious fleeting
as are we
Inspiration
How long
I’ve lived already
barely
realizing the quiet quite obvious:
inspiration
means breathing in
while conscious.
I aspire now
to more than
mere presence.
Rivers
When all the rivers overflow
where does all that water go?
In time we return to from where we came
leave Earth to heal by rain
water flood and flame.
You Belong Here
How do you think I know?
the Universe makes no mistakes
it’s true some doubt it
will try so hard to convince you test you
push you rile you accuse you scorn you abuse you
you may elevate and watch this poverty
unravel roll out slither from a sorry sack of ill intent
still it ought not move you undo you hurt you
well maybe scratch a little— you are human and will remain
but you your person your value your beauty your presence
cannot be diminished vaporized erased desensitized put out
You arrived
We met yesterday or today
We will meet again tomorrow
I see you there standing in your place your still slightly bewildered face
Your shining bright light full on but flickering adjusting unsteady
Tell me your name again so I can repeat it write it on our Human Sky
for all to see as they come to look for their own reasons
to befriend or dis or welcome or whisper or ask you out loud
why you are not what they expected
You arrived because it’s time and this is the place the right one your place
You belong here. We all do.
Hello.
Distance Peace
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