Reincarnation

I have been here before

as a man waiting for execution

a pilgrim never to reach his destination

a stumbler who fell

It's the same every time we're reborn

the liar hoping folk would believe him

the lover seeking love but only getting sex

the priest who wants faith but only attains doubt

a one legged man without his crutch

It's the same every time we're reborn

but if the man stops before his execution

the pilgrim looks closely wherever he is on his journey

the stumbler in the moment before the fall

the liar when the words arise from his brain

the lover before he undresses

the priest who accepts all doubt in true faith

the one legged man standing tall

It's a miracle of momentary magic

here for all eternity

captured in universal liberation

and we are all perfect in this world

Everybody's Busy

Everybody's busy

but no one's doing anything

everyone's talking

but no one's saying anything

everyone's a politician

but no one's taking action

it's a strange world

reality is not permitted to enter

and no one is allowed to go there

you have to sneak out without permission

otherwise they'd lock you up for trying

to sneak out

you have to slip back in

further and further back

until you come to a tiny black dot

that's it

reality

the whole universe

a tiny black dot

but it's so expansive

because we are so small

The Pessimists

We are the future bathed in darkness

the terror after dawn

we are the fear that strangles hope

and we're the blundering endless woe

A Poor Way to Live

The way we live

is a poor way to live

we have substituted virtual for real

entertainment for experience

excitement for peace of mind

multimedia data for wisdom

We can reject it

and refind the rich way to live

Three Worlds

Each of us

resides

in three worlds

simultaneously

the solid world

of here and now

we ignore it

in favour of

The floating world

of shallow enjoyment

where we escape real life

but this is in reality

the drowned world

where we are all dead

though the heart still beats

and the lungs still work

Mindfill

Whle the human world in panic

strives to change its ways

to avert climate disaster

on its kind

it fails to see

that behind all the landfill

that besmirches this Earth

is a relentlessly overflowing

mindfill

Suppose

Suppose I dream all day

and work all night

does that make any difference

to the flow of the multiverse?

Say I stopped climate change

ended war

stopped extinctions.

does that make any difference

to the flow of the multiverse?

But there is a multiverse

within each cell

and everything we do makes a difference

to that micro-multiverse.

And we are just single-celled organisms at heart

but we are multiverses too

so cultivate and protect at all times

and enjoy the flow of the multiverse

The Future of Culture

 The future is tech and science, genetics, AI, and automation

and that's to the good of all overall

but without culture, arts, music, poetry, stories

it would be a cold, dry paradise

fill the gap

fill the gap

between now and tomorrow

between the moment and eternity

between here and infinity

yes and beyond

grey skies

grey skies, majestic

encompass the Earth below

and make all things strong

the cracked pot

my daughter's kitten did it

knocked over the garden pot

causing it to crack into five bits

on the paved path

I took it home

mixed up some gold epoxy

and put it back together again

a bit messy

with some obvious bits

that don't fit right

but it functions

and its scars look pretty

at some angles

a sip

a sip

of green tea

is perfect homage

to all existence

and all time

a light fog

 a light fog

descended while I slept

and I awoke to a soft veil

not shutting out the world

but making it less sharp

more dreamlike

our thoughts are like this

our emotions too

fogs over reality

so that what we see

is not what is there

and what we think

is not what we are

Like a machine?

The day appears

when we wake up

puts its finest fog on for my delight

as the morning warms up

so the fog evaporates

leaving normality

in all its uniqueness

we are so like a machine

this me-meets-my-world thing

a darling machine

that knows no bounds

and no end to its beauty

Like a Machine

Like a machine

it turns

like a machine

it churns out things

but unlike a machine

what it churns out

differs each time

Words

Words have no meaning,

meaning

that their meaning is meaningless

unless they mean meaninglness

in which case the meaning is meaningful

The Late Mr. G

 The late Mr. G

were it up to me

I'd take him to task

but I daren't ask

He hasn't been well

so it's not for me to tell

him that it's his turn

and he shouldn't spurn

this communion we share

which takes us somewhere

beyond the two of us

to somewhere wondrous

but if it should die

I'll bid it good bye

and give thanks to G

for sharing with me

his unique creations

and fascinations

for me to reply to

or at least try to

So I let my impatience burn

allowing him time, time for his turn.

Existence

existence is a paradigm

through which we understand

nothing

How Long Does A Day Last?

How long does a day last?

As long as a lifetime?

Longer?

How long does the wind blow?

Gone in a moment's swish

Quieter too.

Here I am Not

Here I am not

not, knot, tied to none

I is is not

The universe turns on a proton

vanishes, returns

smaller than an electron

I am all of this and more

more than all that is

yet not even existing

but just imagined dust