…A loan bird….
The pond seems glassy, the few leaves on the little maple are still hanging on, little air is moving. Cool, damp and grey. A loan bird lands in the far ask tree, then moves off to the West.
:- Doug.
Archive for November 8th, 2009
Come to me, life / pass me by or / carry me in your current of /….
Come to me, life
pass me by or
carry me in your current of
the all there is
I wish to strain not
to find thee
babies smiles, traffic loud
allow, allow
float with
:- Doug.
Fifteen words
Fifteen words
Where is life in this?
What most needs intensifying?
Who is here?
Will you?
Now?
:- Doug.
Is there more to see? Have we asked people who have gone before us?
Of what are we conscious if we are no longer burdened by memory or even mind? Is there more to see? Have we asked people who have gone before us?
:- Doug.
