About Time Thieves

Do I really believe
that I own the time?

it was here before me
– who owned it then?
it will go on without me
– who will own it then
when I have moved into timelessness?

How can anyone steal
the time I do not own?

Do I really believe
that I own Love?
The Love I recieve
or the love I give?

What if time is Love
and Love
is abundant
awareness and flow?

MEANS-WHEREBY or The Best Way to Do It

the art of budgeting
the art of dieting
the art of writing decrees
the art of staying in one piece

the art of cutting an onion
the art of tasting a bouillon
the art of standing the wrong pitch an’
the art of cooking in a strange kitchen

the art of using one’s courage
the art of courage to be afraid

the art of planning
the art of scanning
the art of growing tomatoes on the balcony
the art of living with your own kind of agony

the art of letting go of a balloon
the art of loving a silly singing cartoon

is simple, soooo simple

use your awareness,
give your directions,

and, hence,


There I stood again,

not only me, but

Me and the Jam Jar.


Like Winnie the Pooh

and the Hunny Jar

with the Delicious Contents.


      The Jam Jar.

      The Lid,

closed with, so it seems, super glue!


I  turn –

the lid in one direction,

the jar bottom in the other,

my body raising wildly,

going down,

turning, twisting

from side to side,

up and down

– uhh! hrg! umpff!


But the Lid is unaffected.


What is there more to do – do you THINK??

I hear a little malicious voice…


Give directions – neck, head and everything,

and then INHIBIT


but shame on my block headed reaction

“it does not even feel  like opening a lid”.


Then the unmovable moves.

Silently and softly

the sweet contents of the jar

makes itself available.


After all this years –

the same habits,

the same paths,

the same surprise


and the Work* works!


(F.M. Alexander just talked of the Work, today we call it the F.M. Alexander Technique