French high heels
stepping in balance
thank you, F.M.
Tag Archives: awareness
haiku Sept 17, 2011
truly letting go
through consent to the change, gives
awareness of flow
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?
My awareness (in Catalunya)
My awareness
is fed by the blue heights
it makes me wait for
a single thought,
big enough
to confirm: I do exist
A tribute to F.M. Alexander
(haiku, inspired by Claes Andersson and Pentti Mutikainen at Storyville August 1, 2011)
poetry of motion
gravity encountering
awareness at play