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In a Tehran hotel I asked for a room
“a small one if possible please”
A young man with keys escorted me up
a couple of flights selected a door and went in

He told me the price and concealing my shock
I decided on saving my face
by requesting ‘a smaller one still’
Off we went up and selected another

He ushered me in and asked me if this one would do
I said that it would and holding my breath
I asked him the price
“The same as the other” he pleasantly said

I swallowed my pride laboriously squeezing out the words
“and cheaper?” to which he replied “Certainly: this one, sir.”
Later viewing all from my lofty vista I reflected on
'the humiliation of the hoisted’.

My eyes are brown not blue

They may not be an ocean or a lake to swim in.

But they show my soul is down to earth

Though blue can be exciting and true

My eyes are brown not blue.

l am informed that our sun’s
journey will take umpteen
to-the-power-of-umpteen millennia to
reach the ‘constellation of Hercules’
which will have departed
long before I get there

I learned this from a monkey

You question my sanity?
That’s a coincidence
because frankly
I doubted the monkey’s also.

Tropical sunshine
streaming down
from a clear blue and white sky
with fleecy white clouds
edged with wisps of mist
like giant grains of popcorn
drifting slowly by
way up in the sky

The sunshine
bathing the sugar cane fields below
with golden sunbeams
saturating the texture
of its long grass-like leaves
with its radiance
enlivening them and
transforming the fields into
an emerald sea
of brilliant green

Tropical breeze
swaying the sugar cane leaves
gently caressing them
making them dance in unison
like the waves of the ocean

The dancing leaves
vibrating in harmony
with each other
create a murmuring sound
that builds in intensity
and reaches a crescendo
like the roar
of the waves of the ocean
setting the leaves
in a wild dance of ecstasy
and then gently subsiding
to the soothing sound
of a gentle breeze
inducing a state
of peacefulness
and tranquillity

At such moments
alone with nature
one can feel a strange unity
with everything around
Unity that is so strong
and overpowering
that one loses consciousness
of one's individual self
one has no consciousness
of time and space
but only of that moment
- the infinite eternal NOW

One's consciousness seems to merge
with a deeper consciousness
of the unity of all things
in nature and the cosmos
One experiences an awareness
of a deeper reality
that is impossible
to describe in words

One makes contact
with one's cosmic roots
in a dimension where
time and space
are irrelevant
It is the synchronisation
of one's consciousness
with the absolute
and ultimate reality
of the cosmos

Love me as i am
Ore leave me wheer i stand

Hear the greatest cretin in existence
who has taught himself

Want not Have
Purpose not Gratitude

who has longed for
Other not Here
Then not Now

who has betrayed principles
concocted artifices
instigated machinations
contrived ambushes

and

ah and…

unfortunately for him
he can forever depend
upon his vast reservoir
of ‘explanations’
to absolve him.

Makes my head hurt
Body jerks
stomach hurts
Feeling like I’ve eaten dirt
Trying not to think of you
left feeling blue
Memories not so good
Smells of nothing sweet
Afraid to close my eyes
Always trying to hide
Hurt to bodies core
Can’t smile anymore
Trying to pick myself up from the floor
Keep hitting my head on the door
Wishing I wasn’t even here
These memories not so dear .

Bid you adieu, so blue, but on cue, and was due, like an emu, so few, but it grew, a fine hue, for an interview, with a Jew, at Kew, in lieu, of a moo, so new, this overview, of a pew, in a queue, so renew, and stew, so true, but undue, this view, that would woo, some Xu, paid to you, at the Vietnamese zoo.

I felt YOU in my heart, I was lost in space, not connected to the human race, you were there, to help me through, though, I didn't know then I was connected to you, that's just in my memory now, your strength and your beauty, your'e wonderful way of living, your selfless being, and your'r perfect way of giving, so, when its over, if I am the last one to leave, there is only one thing I want to say, I will always remember us this way. xx

I am The Word
that pens the eye
that views the void
that hems the sky
that spawns the soil
that yields the one
who kens
the World
I am