The first bell is silver,
And breathing darkness I think only of the long scythe of time.
The second bell is crimson,
And I think of a holiday night, with rockets
Furrowing the sky with red, and a soft shatter of stars.
The third bell is saffron and slow,
And I behold a long sunset over the sea
With wall on wall of castled cloud and glittering balustrades.
The fourth bell is color of bronze,
I walk by a frozen lake in the dun light of dusk:
Muffled crackings run in the ice,
Trees creak, birds fly.
The fifth bell is cold clear azure,
Delicately tinged with green:
One golden star hangs melting in it,
And towards this, sleepily, I go.
The sixth bell is as if a pebble
Had been dropped into a deep sea far above me . . .
Rings of sound ebb slowly into the silence.

It's a strange courage
you give me, ancient star:

Shine alone in the sunrise
toward which you lend no part!

I

Shine alone, shine nakedly, shine like bronze,
that reflects neither my face nor any inner part
of my being, shine like fire, that mirrors nothing.

II

Lend no part to any humanity that suffuses
you in its own light.
Be not chimera of morning,
Half-man, half-star.
Be not an intelligence,
Like a widow's bird
Or an old horse.

Walking down the valley
with a monk
come across a tall tree.
I said, "This one is very tall."
He replied, " Its neither tall,
nor short."
and he left,
I was confused with
his statement and walked
further,.. then I saw
another tree much taller.
Now, I understood the
meaning of his……..

Chloro green
Sandpaper brown
Contrasted elements
Amongst shattered wild

Sticks
Out in the sticks
Blinded by time
And peculiar brightness

I live in Cotswold grey
In harshness
And swollen greed
Of human reality

Guilty for want
Guilty for need
Helpless mind
Helpless body

To live in the sticks

The big city lights hold no magic now
their temptation all but gone
but still they burn into my back
a false memory of happiness now and then
whereas truth was walking streets to find a way out
always top of the agenda, number one.

I need you
like never before.
want to sit
right beside you
on a couch, on the floor
on the ground
in the mud
in the rain
in the storm
i dont care where i sit
as long as in the same home.