
did you / I'm not well, cry at day job of face age body earth dimension, slow work, peel at me, mind to me when/ we have a little .. oh, don't know what to call it .. could say it when instead .. can't say it .. someone nudge me .. gently, through the years, hardly see it, for more please see meditation that's tough/ .. /all word wait in friend's meditation for life to come and see adjust drawings .. I have some scene of begin make .. drive near great .. we're never going to see .. a little
Saturday, 25 November 2017
I guess for things like cancer, you have to be careful, what you say, it is a terrible disease, and working away at meditation, if you have a heavy-duty medical grade chi kung meditation, you still have to shut up, if it works quietly, at what ails you, not just cancer
oh, a lot of people "get fancy" make farfetched claims "they know something better" "a better treatment" really, the landscape of inside .. we carry around our insides - we don't do much about them
quietly, see a picture .. "not really the inside" we can start there, sit with me, hard to find words
oh, to write to me, things we can't quite say to each other .. find some way, even think of, not of this dimension - what do you find, in years of meditation - do each day, discipline yourself - the tough meditation, just the sit-down phase of it, is an hour and 15 minutes through one cycle, you do two cycles these days .. but does it click with you, not just the time .. what do you see "when there's something to it" "not just your mantra" "repeating a word over and over" "and focusing on your breathing" that is good, you can start there, but there are further meditations "you get into something else" "of some other living"
the inside is quietly not just an inside safe poetic I think I'll read it some other year
I never was much for the blame me I didn't look at you poetry of that
not words harass me with smart oh without laboured over words stink of too much labour where are you true enough matey line of a shop for nothing I want just walk shoes wear down up with stairs no rent no render employ me so desperate for money of "the right thing to say" someone sitting by you
find me that ache treasured don't ouch me I leap too hard playing football in words I want too hard word flight no one can do sitting by an illness quiet is good enough and this sometimes careful
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