The things of the world hold sway over us all.
To be free from this influence is an illusion.
To be aware of it is the path.
Objects, feelings, and creatures are all included.
You are part, a mixture, not all this or that.
Position your intent well, this will point things to the path.
Relative to extremes, no absolutes are real.
Happening and moving in flux.
Change is the route the path takes.
There is a place of nowhere. A realm within everything.
Where your creation exists peacefully in balance.
This is the where the path leads.
NONSENSE, I’M OVERTHINKING. EVERYTHING IS TOO MUCH. NOTHING EVER GOES RIGHT. ABSOLUTE DOOM PERSISTS. Or does it?
A trickle, a pore.
Sat together and bored.
Nervous energy and a hot sun ray.
Exasperated tension that lasts all day.
Droplets form in the same place, no less.
Expending nothing still a sticky mess.
Thunder brews high above my head.
Atmosphere darkens and thickens to lead.
Excitement builds inside and out.
A response so primal it sounds like a shout.
A roar in the sky with light and a boom.
Synchronised with a release pent up in the room.
Pilchard Paul washes his wellies in the rushing river.
The skies sadden as the wintery wind keeps coming.
The sodden soil is certainly saturated this stormy stroll.
The loud lion roars raucously as the gloomy grey clouds close in.
A clap and a crack as frightening fracturous light lands on the loam.
Lion licks his colossal coat, wringing wet from the ridiculous rain.
Suclulent scent sniffed by the Lion’s lust for fantastic food.
Pilchard Paul runs and rushes toward the car on the corner.
Crafty clever cogs Lion lives not far the pride in from the periphery.
Low lionesses spring sporadically seemingly out of nowhere now.
RIP Pilchard Paul. Fishermen. Father of 2 bonny boys. Tim and Todd.
Sorry yes. That’s ok. I just walked in a tree because I was looking away. Sorry. Errrr. Where was I? Oh yes I’ve got to walk around the tree. Errr yes. Ok. Oh no sorry I got a text, one moment. Oh sorry tree again, I was looking at my phone. Oh the bus is here. Oh sorry driver I don’t have change will a note be ok. Oh wait.. errr. A £20 is my lowest. Sorry. Oh blimey it’s a busy bus isn’t it. I’ll have to stand up. Maybe I should just squeeeeeeeze past some of these people. Sorry. Oh I’m not getting off for a while and these people might be getting off sooner. I’ll squeeeze past another oh sorry. Errr ever so sorry are you getting off now? Sorry I’ll move out of the way so you can get out. Ah. At least there’s a free chair to sit on. Oh sorry my knee just touched your knee I’ll try and close my legs so I take up less room and sit on the outside of the seat. Sorry. Oh sorry you want to get past. I’ll swing my legs back around. Oh sorry you’re getting up, is it your stop? I better let you out. Ah at least I’ve got a window seat. Oh you’re sitting down next to me sorry I’ll tuck my legs in. Sorry, your bag is touching my legs. Ah it is my stop, can you press the bell for me please? Sorry. Ah excuse me you’re still standing, can I squeeeze past? Uh. Sorry. Right. Sorry driver, I mean thank you. Sorry.
Try to remember even the cleverest people are just advanced apes trying to conform to an ideal that is in their head.
The mind is a big place to get lost. The world is bigger. Space is unmeasurably bigger. The unknowns beyond are infinitely bigger.
You can paint tomorrow, today.
Things aren’t all bad.
Things are mostly bad with some good.
Nothing is absolute.
Everything can change.
Relativity and uncertainty.
Are how I understand.
Focusing on the process.
Not the result.
I remember things I do.
I forget things I’ve done.
Improving without knowing.
Happening by it’s own accord.
Seeing with my eyes open.
Doesn’t halt my dreams.
Holding you with warm regard.
I am living with my cat.
The psychosis bird swooped, lifting me up in her wings, she took me up high away from everything I knew.
Drop me off at the submarine port please, love. I’ve got to get to my wedding, I’ve got to look good while everything is falling into position.
I think I’ve forgotten everything. Everything I’ve ever known. Nothing is in it’s place and I can’t feel pain at the moment.
Nothing is everything and everything is nonsense. I’m floating in the air but I think they are taking me to the circus to put me in a cell.
The clowns are here every night terrorising me dreams. It feels so real. I’m taking it out on the guy next door what has I come to?
The filmstar across the way looks like a junkie. My god she’s gorgeous though. I could stare in her eyes and get lifted up all over again.
Am I still in the sky or am underground with the whole of existence settling back down on top of me?
This pond will take a while to clear.
It was raining in Fishguard for what seemed like an age.
She lived in an old wooden hut that had been built in days.
From a distant land, she was a raider from afar.
Settled down with a lobsterman she met at the bar.
In an outpost quite ancient – it had it’s own ways.
Their calender would deal celebrations on different days.
Blue rocks lined the valley – significant this stone.
Used to build henges and circles unknown.
She knew of this tradition but was a warrior by trade.
Settled dispute without force, with the wit that she made.
The lobsterman was abusive – he took her by force.
So one day she killed him – self defence of course.
The next day the sun shined and flowers did bloom.
Yet she was put in a prison to face her ultimate doom.
The shadows of the leaves
as my face feels the breeze
The sky is as blue as it gets
My face is flush and warm
Momentum carries me along
Breath feeds my lungs
The rustle of the trees
as the birds do what they please
One foot then the other
I’m feeling light and free
Bounding across a stream
Happiness heals the past
Sometimes our emotions are like when we look everyday for that sock we lost 15 years ago.
Stop looking. Something else is in front of our eyes now. Do that instead, even if it’s new or scary…
At least learning will come from trying new things.
We will grow, improve, and get better.