the fragrance of a rose
better to live the life we know
take the world by storm
beautified by emerald tints
enjoyment of the view
itself enough to fire
you will not treat me unkindly
a want of things to grieve about
before it can become a pearl
the fragrance of a rose
better to live the life we know
take the world by storm
beautified by emerald tints
enjoyment of the view
itself enough to fire
you will not treat me unkindly
a want of things to grieve about
before it can become a pearl
frame of mind
am I blind
and this world
is so unkind
brothers loss
sister too
what do you
want me to do?
simple words can't express
bizarre feeling
helplessness
neither up
nor quite down
we don't swim
nor do we drown
frame of mind
crazy kind
all we see
is cos we're blind
what is peace?
it is the absence of war
the absence of hate
the absence of ill-at-ease
what is peace?
it is the presence of love
the presence of contentment
the presence of non-harm towards all things
this is peace
somewhere in everyone's mind
in everyone's heart
it exists
waiting to be developed
until it becomes the dominant aspect
of everyone's way of doing life.
so what is this then?
this thing that I see before me?
it's not a dagger
it's not a vision
it's not a dream
and yet it is
it's the famous "present moment"
that we're all meant to notice now
and yet it's slippery like ice that's melting
you try to notice it and it's gone already
you try to make it still it and it won't be still
you try to see it
but you realise that the human eye
doesn't see things for real
then you think about that
how a crow and a blue tit
are radiant with ultraviolet
but we petty humans
only see black or blue
and all of a sudden
you're in the land of intellect
posturing, conjecturing,
surmising
all those words that mean the same thing
but we say them to show how intelligent we are
yet we aren't
because we can't even be in the moment
and flow with it as it slides its momentary
thinginess
for ever
because we are thinking about
momentary thinginess
so we miss it
and mess it all up,
this thing called living.
thankfully a next moment
comes along and says "try again"
and peace becomes once more a possibility.