I sniffed a smell of your rose.
Oh, you know what? It’s enough to thrill the bone. Just leave a scent in the air and pop in, take your turn into a new buzzing centre!
Dusk and Dawn,
Back-Streets and Alleys, A portrait halfway Drawn, The center of a Valley. I like the In-Betweens: Those things which have begun but not Ended, Where things are not always what they Seem And our belief is Suspended. A jagged Mountain grasping for the Clouds, Not quite there but well into the Sky Like a prisoner Unbowed, With a jailor to Defy. The boring, uneventful Days, Which alienate and leaves us Whirled. Manifested, tangible Displays, Of the Space between the Worlds. Life is the greatest Halfway, It’s not so long a Route. So I will resolve to Stay To see it all play Out.
The illumination at the centre of being shines very bright
and one who becomes enlightened can witness the sight. _ _ _ _ __
From "Simple Observations" ongoing writings since the early '90's.
describes my centre
defines my true potential infinite circles
‘We are all born naked into this world, but each of us is fully clothed in potential.’
- Emmitt Smith 5|7|5
The centre of me aches.
My circle is full, There's no space for you But yet you push Encroaching on my depths. Tangible. Languishing. The need for warm drinks on chilly nights. The arm on a shoulder after a weep. The ache from a belly laugh so hard you cried. A space I didn’t know needed filling. I’ve lost you before I had you. You’re not mine to keep. The centre of me aches. My circle is full, And yet you’re there, pushing.