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pointillism inspired by Alex Maunder
the point is
the two points
is or are?
the points
are
the point
haiku Sept 17, 2011
truly letting go
through consent to the change, gives
awareness of flow
NO NEWS … USE
no news
is good news,
we believe
then,
shouldn’t
no use
be good use??
No way, my friend,
no way
the Use of the Self
is not a logical illusion
ANOTHER KIND OF USE
what’s the use
in scolding those
who find life and everything
meaningless
or those who lack initiative
to tackle their lives?
The total waste in this
nobody can see
who has not himself been
wondering,
pondering
the curse of slow motion
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.
A MIND FULL OF WHITE (Awareness)
from my white chair
I minutely observe
the landscape
the shining whiteness
centered, the sun
lazely moving
hazely gazing
from the sky
a white chair
a white gazing sun
a white chilly fog
over the mountains
a white table
a white cloth
a white piece of paper.
The pen is red.
CATALUNYAN IMPRESSION or Awareness
sometimes
the air is vibrating from withheld wind
the silence is sounding from lack of voices
the scents of wild herbs and the dusty lane
unify in a sunwarm caress of blinding light
and the soul is breathing
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
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.
Me.
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