Kitchen Gardening

I am gardening in your kitchen

In the sink, now filled with soil, I have set some leeks

I'm growing spuds underneath your lino
I dug it with your cutlery
and used your pans and bowls as pots - with plates smashed up for crocks

I tore the door off the fridge - sorry -
the shelves I've used for trays of seedlings
and for drying my garlic

Your cooker is in the yard
so I could string my beans up the wall
where it stood before

Your kitchen is now blissful
growing all we need to eat - no need to thank me
Come harvest time you can cook us up a treat

Thoughts again

All thoughts are like the weather, they come and go.

The thoughts are reactions to situations of series of events. They build up to feel like a wall of reality - and illusory wall.

Can I take the bricks out of my wall?

Can I just kick the fucker down.

[and yes I noticed, big time, the lack of kindness in this statement and the fucker is, of course, created by me - its what I have been calling myself].

Delusions of grand wotsits

Many of my negative thoughts about others resolve themselves as aspects of my own limitations.

I see my prejudices and negative feelings reflected in others. They don't make me feel bad; I do through my reactions to them.

My negative feeling to the situation is mine; not done to me. I should know it and responsibly calm it down.

Here and where

A blissful longing to be here and to be gone, gone home. Home to Mary, Dylan, Jack and the chickens and home to me - me that is usually me.

Longing to stay - to stay and soak in the calm, peace and sitting. I don't think I need much more.

Here I am starting to learn how much I already know.

Interesting how place and people are my catalyst; the keys that I need to unlock my doors. Not loneliness or solitude but the presence of people learning, living and being.

But how doe this time of contemplation square with work and school and money and housing/clothes etc?

The hippies are living off the ignorance of fools. Fools all a grafting to pay their taxes to supplement the lives of more fools.

The Cloud Potato Man

I am the cloud potato man
clocking all around
I see you ~ I see that
I see the worms from underneath
and the birds from above
You, and they, are fiddling

Knowledge - the more it grows tiddly pom

The sum of knowledge grows no larger for adding infinite amounts of twaddle.

Can we measure time in bird song?

From Buddha Mind

P 44 "The creative mind loves where there is no reason to love
is happy where there is no reason for happiness
creates where there is not possibility of creativity
and, in this way, builds a heaven in hell's despair"

Sun Salutation

It made me smile

Those who vowed to praise the sun failed to wake up in time

Thank you - lovely words

"Your mind feels nice when I tune into
rosy-gold amber waves
warm peaceful light"

Mary - Dancing

Mary - we tango

Dance the light fandango

Bop until we just don't (ever) stop

Waltz in quick time

trit trit

hop skip

bop

A few words for Merle

Words - as we know, are not enough

A few words for Merle,
flower of night and day.

Moths and butterflies and I love you.

Jo - Metta bhavana friend

I was thinking about you earlier.

Thinking hard about you.

Bringing your face arms legs hair smile voice to my mind.

To send, or bring, love and kindness to you, for being you.

Wishing you to be happy and to be well.

And to thank you, thank you for being you and for being just a little bit part of me.

Jo, top up your bucket

William Morris (and me) may be disappointed

You may desire only what is useful and beautiful
though there is shit sitting there
its waiting dully just for you

Its sitting by your side
making love to your leg
making friends with your friends
taking the fresh air from your nostrils

Invite it in, make friends with it

Anguish - illusion?

Anguish boils inside me - like fire
but it is not a fire
its a thought

It came and seemed to burn
I felt it - bravely and with my own kindness and it was gone
replaced only by peace and then my
next thought

The Wise

Beware of the wise for they know only what is true

Thoughts

Thoughts, like the weather, come and go
They are as true as the moment
Listen to the wind

Know that as the wind - as the sun - as the rain - all may change

Drink the drink while it washed our thoughts away
to the sea
the the clouds
to the trees

In the trees - thoughts.

This is not rebirth - this is dying

When you wake I will be gone. The breeze will loose me.

It will take me from our sleep, part us for the last time and carry me away.

In its cold embrace I will fade like the morning mist as the day and the sun bring new life for you.