Find the beauty in what is
Rather than what I desire
I will always have the beauty of the one
The other is, at best, only fleeting
If it ever comes to exist at all
No where
No how
Nein
No
Nyet
I have never
Accomplished anything
While listening
To that particular voice
There is
Always
Another
Way
Each a fleeting moment
Seen in the context
Of another realm
And none too clearly
What they are
Where they are
Who they are
Preconceptions projected
Upon an object
Obscuring the features
Of the object
I struggle to see
The beauty here
In a world
Of grim and grime
Of damage and refuse
The hard task
On this spirit path
Find the beauty
In all things
But there is colour
Form and texture
Elements underlie design
And the dynamic
Of a captured moment
In an old man’s morning
So I set up in the median
Camera in hand
And let the people come
Reveling in
Faces in the crowd
Spicy hot
Hot hot
Curry Laksa
Tea with milk
Black black tea
Condensed milk
Sweet Hot
And thick
Time is always active
Always present
Always changing
Only consciousness
Forgets
Or represses
Time is always moving
Cultures move on
People move on
As I test
Who I am
What I do
What I have
Against
Who I might have been
What I might be doing
What I might have