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