Everyday:
A little music
A little dance
Even better:
A lot
Everyday:
A little music
A little dance
Even better:
A lot
Or so I think
Reminded by
The tides of seas
The tides of light
As moon circles I
As I circle sun
Not choice
Nor fate
All that is
Circles round
In ebb and flood
Progressive
Political
Psychedelic
Spiritual
Often
That is enough
To learn the nature of darkness
So I may seek the source
Beyond the world I know
Like the ghost gums
In the Red Centre
I would come to know
Centuries later
I held you
While you grew cold
Your eyes
Already clouding
My body emptied
Of presence
Hollowed
By your absence
But it was not until
I met the Buddha on the road
That I began to heal
Breathe
Like coming up for air
In the tumult
Of crashing surf
Before the wave
Takes me under
I don’t know if it’s better
To be blinded by darkness or light
But I know it is shadow
Which gives form and texture
To an illuminated world
Of the rest, I’ve learned to follow
Not always the brightest
Nor the nearest