Don't forget
To rehearse
Every night
You must die right

How misguided
And mistaken
Of me
To impute my 'I'
On bits of
Other people's
Bodies

The fate
Of these bits of bone
And flesh
Is that they will be
Enmeshed with
And buried in
The bigger body
Of Mother Earth

Of course
This me
The mistaken me
The one that we see
Will dissolve
And disappear
Forever

But what about
Actual 'Me'
The me we cannot see
Where will 'I' be
After 'I' die

Windermere Feb 6  2016

Where is sound
To be found

Is it in the air
Or in the ear
Seems so far
Seems so near

From where does it come
And where does it go
At the end of the day
Nobody knows

We can tango
And do the waltz too
When sound is around
We love to groove

Why we like to dance
Is a mystery to me
And why we move
To a melody

Where can sound be found

Windermere  2016 Feb 4

Appearances To Mind

Breathe deep
Stop
Still mind

Try to find
Appearance
To  mind

Where to find
Appearance to mind?

Neither in front
Nor behind

Check
You'll find
Not different
From mind

Breathe deep
Stop
Still mind

Try to find
Appearance
To  mind

They are the nature of mind
Not different
From mind

Windermere  Feb 1 2016

What's it all about?
It's time
To figure
It out

May seem
Absurd
But where are
The words
You've heard?

I won't
Really
Be leaving
Anything
Behind
When I die?

Mind looks
In mirror
To see
What's there.
Madness squared!

There is no truth
And there is no lie
There's a mind making up
Every thing that goes by

When we look in a mirror
There is no one there
But still we stop
We stop and stare

We're better than Dali
Or Pablo Picasso
We are master painters
Artists also

They touch our minds
With pigments and paint
We make a world
From empty space

Some of our works
Shimmer and shine
With visions of summer
Flowers and wine

But our canvas can cry
And scream in pain
As our world wretches
Again and again


Windermere Jan 25 2016

SARASVATI


You fly upon the wings of a swan
Sarasvati where have you been
We're living in a din
Sarasvati where have you been?

Cacaphony surrounding me,
Explains the state I'm in
Sarasvati, goddess of Poetry
Eloquence, and ear-truffle Artistry
Flying on a swan
Carressing  strings
Entertaining,  
Explaining,
Singing
Sarasvati, where've you been

Where have you been?
We're living in a din....
A dissonant cacaphony
A world without harmony,
Silly little love songs,
Sounding Oh so wrong
Oh Sarasvati, where've you been?


We love your eloquence,
And poetic elegance
You speak beautiful truth,
You do!
Sarasvati, where have you been?

Maiden of Manjushri,
Mother of Minstrels

A sad state of affairs,
For my mind and for my ears
Now I wouldn't mind if I went deaf,
For the rest of my years

Don't you believe it my friend        
When the movie gets scary again
When the hero is gone
And you're  on your own
When everything's wrong
A long way from home                              
As bad as it seems,
It's only a dream

Don't you believe it my friend  
None of us ever will end
We're traveling together
In time and space
Body to body
And face to face
It's not what it seems                    
It's only a dream

Don't you believe it my friend
Nothing is permanent
You'll find a new form
And a new world
You may be a boy
You may be a girl
It's not what it seems
It's only a dream

Don't you believe it my friend
Be happy when you're near the end
With a mind
Of stillness and peace
Sadness and worry
All will cease
It's not what it seems
It's only a dream
It's not what it seems

I wonder why
Jerome
Likes my word
'Unfindable'
Seems absurd!

In the bowels
Of my being
The things I've seen!