Do You
Part Three
Simple Relationships
Knock the false flower off
Yellow and plastic
Green with no texture
Horrible and artificial
We sit them in pots
No need of water or nurture
Wouldn't we like our relationships
To be equally simple
Forkin Truth
A fork has four prongs
Or is it three
Are we free
Two outer ones
Either one or two inner ones
Yes we are free
Plastic and aluminium
Come in all shapes and sizes
With their brothers
If only we could recognise it.
I love my Daughter
I love my daughter
She is a life dependent on my
I love her
I hope she knows
Morning with Truth
A kiss before morning
Follows one before bed
A quick pinch of the bum
Lovely and soft
Give it a good squeeze under the quilt
Lie belly to back
Curl you body round that of Trish
She feels so cosy
I could snuggle here forever
She is so welcoming
Let me stay here
Why do we have to get up?
Indian Grub
Curries and pillow rice
Grilled chicken, dhal and rice
Lovely Indian food
Tasty and spicy
Give me more
I'll get some bread
Make dhal and rice butties
Yummy
Nonsense
You live a life
Life a love
And die
Homeless Truth
Homeless men sleep rough at night
Blanket piled high in shop doorways
People hidden inside
Sleeping oblivious to me looking in
A few beers inside
Money in my pocket
What do I know of their life
Maybe some enjoy it
A lot do not
They are still humans
Selling the Big Issue outside the Royal Exchange
Jacob is my man
See him most Fridays
On my way to buy 2000AD
Have a chat
Buy the Issue
He likes the good Judge too
His favourite is Anderson
Judge no more
Tell him I'm moving to Oz
Asks for my address
Give it to him
But after all this time I think after
Should I have given it.
I don't want him turning up on my doorstep
Reflecting the condemning attitude of society at large
Thought I was better than that
I'm not
Whilst thoughts exist I am not
So let thoughts not exist
They are our worst enemies
Let them go
Do not follow them
Renounce nothing but thought
Ideas
Imagination
Surrender
Be aware
Do away with ignorance
See the light everywhere
All divine
All God
Simply Be
Sat-Chit-Ananda
Filling in Space
Lines to fill in
Fill them in with rubbish
Just like this
Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday rolls around again
Weekend almost over
Lawn mowed again
Sticky as hell with grass stains on white shirt
Why did I wear it
Never get this crap off
Mower rattling
Needs a tighten, a service, something
Grass full of clover
Growing wild as high as a kite
Foot lost and entangled in the underbrush
Mowed the bloody lot
Needs drainage
Water puddles are still around the tree going stagnant
Smell, and flies, flies and more flies
Aussies ones at that
Killers
Land on face and never leave you alone
Need Agi pipes laid
How
What do you do
Emailed the garden club but no answer
Bloody bastards
Off to the park now with Sarah and Trish
To see Sarah ride her new bike
Birthday present
Birthday on the Saturday at Pancake Parlour
Alice in Wonderland, magician and a visit from the Mad Hatter
Where's the rabbit wonders Sarah.
Trish in the shower
Write this whilst the water runs
There it goes, finished, drying herself
Time to go
Come on Sarah
Time for fun in the park with your new bike
Daddy have a go
No
All yours
Okay
No Fragmentation
No fragmentation
I refuse to
Refuse to split life into bits
Art and Science
Painting and writing
All merely words
No connection to reality
Which exists as it is
With none of these artificial divisions
Forget mind
You don't need it
I don't need it
Realise and be free
Transcends All
Conquer thought
Ignorance fades
See the actual Truth
Experience Joy which is more
Than the opposite of suffering
The Absolute Joy
Transcends all
You Again
Truth is Eternal
The Absolute Truth which underlies all relativity's
We are born in it
Feel it
But wrap ourselves around with ego
The feeling of an separate individual self
No existence
The Eternal Truth is our birthright
Available to us all
It is before our eyes but they are filled with dirt
Beware not to replace the dirt with the touch
Truth still hidden
The secret of the Buddha
Is to use the teachings to clear the dirt
Once clear
Throw the words away too leaving the glorious Absolute Truth
You again
My eyes droop
Eyes droop as tiredness follows me to my computer
I try and type but my fingers slip off the keyboards
Head falls forward
Eyes shutter to the outside world like the corner shop
Closing for the night
Sweet dreams the neighbourhood kids call through
Cracks in my door. I have no energy, only the trial
of Crawling into bed.
Brush my teeth
Forget it
Turn off the damn machine will you. If I can manage to push the
Button. Back off, give me space
There it is gooooooooon
Wet Saturday
Eating the cake
Sitting on the throne
People baying for her head
Go on
Give it to them
Rip it off
Feed it to the scavengers
Torn insides out
Look and wonder
The world is an orange
All orange and squashy
Thank goodness
We are still in the bowl
And not been eaten yet
Must be a large vessel
With us floating at the bottom
Sink or swim
Tie the clips around your leg
Poke the mud
Loves a little on the side
Grimsby on a wet Saturday afternoon
Slimy fish and a dilapidated stadium
Fights after the grave
See the goal
Yippee yi yay
Let us Love
Peace and bliss
I fell down the nature track
One with me
Legs akimbo
I ate her cherry
The saliva mingled with salty juice
The nectar of desire
Pour it on me
Lets love
Men's Referral
Sunday I begin my course
Men's Referral service
What to expect
No thought
Experience
Poetry
Write, write and write
Pen gliding over paper
Words appearing
Abstractions and illuminations
Coming from beyond
Magic
No, the Truth
Three Beers down my Neck
Yum, yum and a bottle of rum
I snecked three beers down my neck in fast repose
No rest for the wicked of sin
Too right my old mucker
I love the old taste as it goes down and my mind dulls
Pain goes and abandon comes in
Free, free at last, the old Martin Luther King speech
I feel it when pissed
Hate myself the next day when I wake up with a banging head
Feeling like shit
Mind walking all over me but it don't take long
To forget this
Reach for the bottle again
I won't have too many this time
Oh yea
The more you neck the more you want more
No stopping
Repeating again and again
Over and over
Three Glasses of Wine
I have drunk three glasses of wine
Red wine in a metal glass
I feel woozy
The initial euphoria is wearing off
I need another hit or the headache will start
Stay with it
You don't need it
Let it go and recover
Hit It Again
Hit it again
Hit it again
Hit it again
Why not??
Blanket of Hope
I walk the path
Fall in the crack
Down and down
Blankness all around
Breathing shallow
Eyes closed
Pull blanket over head
Hope it will all go away
It has
Simply is
All is One
One is All
All is not One
One is not All
All is
One is
Simply is
Now and forever.
Love and Joy
Look and cry for sleep
Eyes dimming with bliss
Joy all over
Sun and sea filled with sad
I love you
Extended family
Indifferent to all
Loving all the human family
Letting joy through
Love and joy.
Full
Another page is full
Not quite
Now it is
Spoke the Wheel
I careered all over the road, into buses
Trains and trams stopped idling on the road
Out of the way I screamed in a high pitched girly voice
Boy, was I having a good time
Look out below the red knight proclaimed standing
Atop his mount, Floozy, a red necked horse of
Long-standing agility and recklessness of valour
The Germans steadily approached as we took aim
Let it go old chap, straight for the blighters codswallop
Whoosh
Hit it first try
Good show old boy
Make a bloody cricketer out of you yet
Kamikaze planes zoomed like bees out of the sky, droning
Towards us two standing defiant. I took a swig of my Billy
Tea but scooping up a bow and arrow
Zing it went into the first plane sending it low and hard back
To old Japan
Cheerio chaps, not your turn to die today
Go home and kiss your wife and kids
Enjoy life and lets kiss goodbye to this awful nightmare we call
war
Red Cross First Day
Morning went fine
Got involved and felt good
Second half after lunch
Tended to go more inside
Began to be irritated by a few of the others
One going on about unions
Other repeating self-responsibility
At one moment
I flashed my customary defensive anger
When someone disagreed with something I said
I'm sure everyone caught it
Maybe, not good
When we are supposed to be in a supportive environment
Then again we have to be honest
Do we do that?
Do I do that?
Or do we say things to impress?
Hey, listen to me
Am I not a caring, compassionate person
Supportive and warm
I've even got some experiences to show a darker side
See how honest I am
Or am I merely acting?
Picking out things I think will go down well to inflate our ego
I think I do this
Still need to learn to let go
Really let my views out
Even if they are opposed to the group
Even if they could be nasty
It is me
Get it out
Deflated
Towards the end of the day
Started feeling deflated
Unsure why
Maybe the day too long
Maybe the mind and thought getting too involved
But a strange sense of down came over me
Stayed with me on my walk on the Southbank
Beer I had
VB by the river
Sat feeling down
Maybe so much tension and focus in the group
With it dissipating it felt like I had come down off a drug.
Be your minds bouncer
Tomorrow never comes as the blind poet said
I feel the days pass but do they
Or do they stay here and I pass through a mirror to each fresh
Experience, not even me as I feel my body, a shell
I inhabit, no more myself than these clothes I wear
Shed the clothes, shed the body
Clothes drop off but the body and mind are glued together
Whilst so we are tied to the material world with its pain and
suffering
Melt the glue by having no thoughts
Watch the mind and not matter what thought tries to enter
Turn it back
Sorry, thoughts no allowed
A bouncer on your own mind
Be strict
Get thoughts pissed off at you and do not let up.
The Group
Let go in the group
You can say what you choose
Don't echo others
Don't say what you think you should say
Speak the truth
Let the mind go
And speak what comes from the Real
A drink
A drink
A drink
My thirst for a drink
Slurp it up
VB or Guinness
Down it goes
Children Alone
There by the Grace of God
Starvation and Cholera
Machetes and mass graves
Innocent children
All Alone
No one to comfort them
The loving hug before bed
No longer
Having seen parents die before them
Crouch in a foetal position
Rocking back and forth
Shocked and alone
So alone
Peace
Peace to all conscience
Look into our hearts
Ponder the horror
See the divine
Sat-Chit-Ananda
Being Aware
The centre with space limited by the centre
Space between two thoughts
Don't chase it
Sink into it
Experience it
No wishing for it or desire
Simply being aware
The Centre
The Centre is the I
Thought creates the space around it
Limited by the past and future
By time the master of thought
Whilst such limits exist
We cannot taste infinity
The Truth
Existing all around
The mind sets up the prison around itself
Ignorance is the jailkeeper
Illusion is the door
Open to us if only we would stop striving
Surrender and simply be
Mindful of our thoughts
Silencing the mind
We would spontaneously realise the prison of the mind
Without wanting to change
Simply sitting back in the new awareness
Ignorance falls away
The walls of the jail fade as the mirage they are
The ego dissipates in the light of Truth
Our Centre vanishes
An illusion
Vastness rushes in
We are in love and bliss
Transcendental illusion wallowing in the Bliss of Reality
My Darling Sarah
Wiggy walks in the kitchen
Two stuffed toys dangling from her arm
I stop writing and look with a smile on my face
She is my daughter
How I love her so
My darling.
Finding Joy
The division between observed and observer creates the conflict
I can change this
I being separate from the thing
Anger for instance
I am angry
I can control the anger
Division between I, the observer and anger, the observed
An artificial division
Which does not exist in reality, in the totality of life
Man has been conditioned to believe in this division
The fragmentation of all life based on an unreal split
This inherently causes the conflict in man
Resulting in minor angers
To major events like rape, even social turmoil like war
These things will only be overcome
When there is a transformation of consciousness
Man becomes aware of the split and realises there is no observer
He is the anger
He is what he observes
There is no difference
He cannot control it or change it
Only accept it as it is
As he does this he relies on the mind less and less
Eventually, in an instant
With no effort
Totally aware
The I, the observer, vanishes
Leaving only the observed
Everything simply is
Realising the Truth which transcends mind he finds joy.
The Cats Lick Me
Chain-saw buzzing next door
Wood splinters cutting into my body
Blood oozing from the jagged holes
Trickling onto the newly laid concrete path
The cat idles up and licks
Enjoying the taste of something new
Another cat joins in
Then more and more…
I look down slowly at my stomach
Grasping it with my left hand
Blood forces its way gently through my fingers
The cats are now jumping at my bleeding belly
I thrash at them but there are too many
I fall onto the cold wet concrete
Claws rip into my face and eyes
I blink in blood
Roll onto my back
Crack
A rainshower of tremendous force erupts
Godsend
The pelting rain dampens the cats ardour
They scamper for cover
I lie there watching the blood mingle with the rain
The rain feels cool on my face
I open my mouth
Lick up the rainwater
Forcing myself up I charge at the fence
Crash right through the bloody thing
Where is Jeff?
I'll show the bastard
Picking up the discarded chain-saw
Broom, broom, it starts
As I head for the door
Jeff, Oh Jeff….
Quick Drying Cement
I laughed a lot in those days
Things were good
The sun shone and nature mattered
We all loved the trees
Now they are all gone
Only a concrete desert left
No dogs or cats as pets
No birds flying in the sky
No animals in the wild
No flowers and plants in the park
Nothing
Man and more man
Concrete and cement
Ruins and technology
A crater for our dreams
Destroying our beauty
Covering her over with quick drying cement.
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