The clink of glass
Works as well
As a meditation bell
The first
Long
Draft
Is a
Deep
Breath
In
Attachments melt away
The mind quiets
Its obsessive
Narcissism
For a moment
Nothing else matters
But this
Single
Moment
The first
Long
Draft
Is a
Deep
Breath
In
Attachments melt away
The mind quiets
Its obsessive
Narcissism
For a moment
Nothing else matters
But this
Single
Moment
Accept the beauty
In what is revealed
Keep faith in the obscured
Who would I be
Without the self-doubt
Without the self-pity
Without the self-hate
Which accompanies it
What if I could show
Myself the compassion
Myself the kindness
Myself the forgiveness
I offer so freely to others
The night woods
So dark
The sunny day
So bright
We master the light
Know the science, the art
The secrets of magic
Three times
A pair of runners
Find the frame
One time coming
One time going
And one time
In a fractured flash
As they pass before me
There was to her
A tenacious spirit
She grappled despair
And brought it down
Smothering the darkness
Not so much with light
But with a glimmer
I thought it was hope
But it was trust
Not just the kind
Given to others
But the kind given to self
Given to circumstances
Given to time, and possibility
One sunny Sunday
Death came to my smithy
In his shroud of black
Trailing a shadow, like blood
Spilt on the butcher’s floor
Your time has come.
Said Death
What say you?
I am not ready, Ancient One.
So say they all.
It’s not always easy
Not like a centreline
On the highway
On which I drive through life
Keep to the right
Keep to the right
Keep to the right
Except to pass
I will be the willow
And not the hammer
I will be the water
And not the rock
Where there is hate
I will love
Where there is greed
I will give