I wake up early
with this poem in my pocket
and the sound of the sea
my arms stretched out
across a crimson sky
the sun rise of
untouchable love
I catch my
invisible breath
I see you smile only
in my memory
the waves of emotion
are reaching out for a
soft place to land
as the wild flowers bloom
in an open field of a
thousand sleeping wishes
I miss what I
decided to destroy
when the spring wind screams
at this world of broken dreams
I search for level ground …
Clay.M

becomes larger as time moves on.
it started early, with greek poetry,
the radio, which played all day.

becalm, bestill, bequiet…

yes, a singlet. a singular mannerism
the language permits to adjudicate
the required emphases of the
urgency of a command, plea, a begging
bequeathed bequest and a request in
combination, with one exhalation,
these portmanteau, allinone, smashgrab,
blending of two words, to advise herein,
that we bring our kitbagofwords of
poetry to ourselves in order to

becalm, bestill, bequiet our kindred souls…

Don't argue with life-
its mind is made up already
even if you were the smartest
it will claim victory-

follow the gentle Tao
the Way to attain tranquillity
in non-action, non-struggling
non-interfering-- you will set free of misery

Palestinian Sunbird

Did the sunbird stop
singing or is the din
here too loud?

Did the sunbird stop
singing because the
dust has made cloud?

Did the sunbird stop
singing because she’s
wearing a shroud?

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Did the sunbird stop
singing when the hives
lost their bees?

Did the sunbird stop
singing when they
blocked our sea breeze?

No the sunbird stopped
singing, because there
are no longer trees!

You sanitise
your body
but neglect
the mind-
what use
at all
will you find?

West:  Charge ahead!

Zen:   Stay with the moment

if you know how to listen…see below


https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/1971/11/27/game-plan