THE PYRENEES or Awareness of the peripheral vision

blue haze, far away
peekless shapes
hanging from the horizon

this is where the rainbow
will be scooping up
its most shimmering colour –
the heavenly blue
from the greyish soil

* * *

behind every height veiled in light
there is another, in another light

the sunmist in the mountains
grants softness to the silhouettes

in a shroud of mist
mingled with sunlight
the far away hills
seem near.

The gravel utters plain silence.

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?


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