Evening time
meditating in the graveyard
Birds, bats, thoughts flitting
Father-in-law dying
shimmerings
of the infinite
the shift to
con-fusion with false identities
It’s when,
it’s when,
and only when see…
and stop the conning and the fusion
and then, and then, and only then
we feel ourselves at-oned,
at home again.
Evening time –
meditating in the graveyard…
birds, bats, and thoughts
flitting…
father-in-law
dying
from old age…
this world, from lack of love
from lack of wisdom
All this confusion
breeds, hatred, greed…
and our pollution
from tensions, torsions –
all distortions and contortions
stops
only when
we stop the conning and the fusion
and then… and then, and only then
in truth,
released
we can begin again.
Once of a time he made –
sandcastles by the sea
and kites that flew…life opening…
so much that he could be
He studied hard, his knowledge grew,
at university he made
‘things’ from new materials…
…he made his girlfriend blush
married, made babies,
made the children laugh,
(did he… or did I imagine that?)
made money – house and garden…
retired, grew flowers
grew old
and now he makes, increasingly,
a nuisance of himself
– so I am told
