Fate and Tao

Fate and Tao

There has been Mayhem

There has been Hate

There will be Peace

There has been Chaos

There has been Cruelty

There will be Peace

There has been Slaughter

There has been Grief

There will be Peace

Song of Joy

They are singing, joyfully

I am listening, intently

trying to decipher the meaning

behind the chants

it's in a language I don't understand

but the tone and feel is unmistakable

it says we are all alive

and that's to be celebrated

it says we are all together

no matter how different we think we are

it says we are all-embracing, and all-embraced

no matter how lonely we feel.

the song goes on forever.

Poetry and the Church Red Door

is a poem still a poem

if it's written as a note

on your phone?

is a poem still a poem

if you're looking at the Baptist Church

with its quaint red door

while you're writing it?

such a lovely red door.

The church itself, dark sandstone

almost black

in this old pre-suburb

where Greggs now rules the provision of food.

Isn't it a pity?

The special occasion

requiring liaison

that brought us together

not now and forever

but for a brief time

when we both held the line

till something crumbled

and we knew we were rumbled

a future aghast

at the waste of the past

and when we both die

it'll be pie in the sky

and when we're both dead

there'll be no more to be said.

Essence

what is the essence therefore?

the invisible air we draw in?

the miracle breath we barely notice?

the space between things, that isn't really space

but this air again?

filled with thoughts, concerns, plans

- no time to reflect on air, breath, space

I breathe in and relax

I breathe out and rest my busy head

the little cherry bush blossoms pink

to celebrate early spring.

Lost and Found

Lost and Found

I lost what I was looking for,

forgot what I had searched for all my life.

The next moment everything returned

The next moment everything is new

and unknown.