Sitting round
Spending time
Speaking words
Slaves to our own message.

BPAA AGM…bored

A Rabbit
Came along
Bam!
Hippity
Hoppity
Hoo!

Ear ringing
head compressed
eyes bleary
needing rest

Too many hours
too many miles
one airport to another
travelled in aisles

Across western Canada
eating nuts, drinking juice
Vacant smiling faces
Being of little use

A community of travellers
hah!
A herd of busy minds
demanding some sort of service
No one reading our minds
        to be continued!

The Silence is Deafening
as we sit in neat rows
awaiting the beginning¹

The ethic of solitude
avoiding their space
silence reigns clearly²

1. what happens now
2. of community no trace

On occasion of sitting in Room 1430 at SFU

Nowhere    Now Here
Here and Now
Now   ‘H    ere
   Where
      Here
       He
        is…

Light filtered through glass
Pure energy given freely
Creator of colour
Messenger of truth
Nemesis of time

I can never live in the dark
Where light is
And there is not — where light is not

Filtered, focused pure power
Cathedrals of light of colour of space
Truth and reflection are found in this constant.

The sigh of a cat
the joy of warmth
wrapping my limbs around
digging my claws
Total — complete —
The sigh of a cat

Open / closed
truth / fear
compassion shown / compassion hidden
Cyclical/ cycles
circles — of love — of life — a silver band

Newness — exploration     gives way to
excitement — joy   suborned by

A loss–of self–confidence–a centre

Everything revolves, spins, twisting to cosmic
universal — orbital mechanics — spatial physics

Then can be no circle without centre
Circles bring pain/love fear/desire exquisite anguish
My centre — Yours
intersection/orbital stability

Circle — in a sphere — they are infinite

To Do:
    Write
    Organize
    Exercise

To write is right
a right to wit
which write
is might
to carry on a fight

A fight to be free
A light by which to see
Knowledge is dear
Ignorance fear
Truth trickles over the weir

To write can be right
To see is to be free
To know — a glow
So fight, write, see
Know

A THOUGHT

    WORD

AN IDEA

    A TRUTH

        A FANTASY
The thought appears
Vague and hazy
Shrouded in a mist
Described by a word
It solidifies,
An outline forms
An idea!
Could it be defined?
Its a truth
reality, something real
No, it drifts away
fantasy, misty
A thought

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