We learn to point it's strange
Baby thinks the toy is gone
But it's just behind a book,
Take the other from under your hat
See the joy in baby's look
What does she think of that ?
If you take the book away,
Baby now can see there's two,
What will baby learn to say ?
Is that the world or is that you ?
It's just a game,
That's fun to play,
Does it somehow shape a brain ?
Or will babies always have
Their own individual way
Of thinking
Time
A song
Which or whom came first in all the every
things like eggs and chicks and stuff and dust and
When did people start to feel so empty
sensing life is running away like sand
A notion in a dream once showed it’s self
And asked what if the stuff of life could be
undone like all the letters on a shelf
Just swept away and we like birds were free
to fly with songs upon our newborn wings
and carry twigs like words away to make
Some other worldly home where sadness brings
Its bags upon its weary back to break
the cycle of destruction so to bring
A steady state of joy where birds can sing.
Dicho tomy
two parts cutting
The beautiful mystery
that leads to growth.
A division of parts;
branching and branching.
The one that cannot be the other,
or part of it.
The essential nature of life.
Not Yin Yang, more the moon in
its first quarter, then its third quarter.
The one that complements the other.
The dance of a couple where neither touches.
The one place here and the other one there.
The never the twain shall ever meet.
Unless the universe reveals its other laws to us and growth takes on
an other
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In the veggie cafe,
He sits infront of her,
Telling her like it all is,
Like she doesn't know.
He thinks she looks revolutionary,
Kindred spirit, with
Newly cropped hair,
Big Doc Marten boots, but
She's just getting ready to jump.
A dice with death let's say.
What do you want she asks
Smash the government, he replies
fist demonstrates his depth of feeling.
They both need healing,
Something to change.
Next week sees him running round
Knocking on doors and shouting
For someone to join him,
Help him
She's in the back of a landrover
on the way to an airfield
where she'll see the sunset,
Four thousand miles up.
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We learn to point it's strange Baby thinks the toy is gone But it's just behind a book, Take the other from under your hat See the...