standpoint

You

All that you are

is an addition,

a simple bonus

that’s nowhere

near simple.

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You and I

What words we use

to try and define,

how we explore

one point to another,

and to understand

that I am not yours,

nor you are mine.

We simply glide,

side by side

for a moment in time.

Alive

With the dawn, we rise.

But it is with the night

that we come alive.

Our true self realised

with dreams fast escaping,

seeping into reality,

becoming just a memory,

faster than we are ready.

Robert M. Pirsig РZen and the Art of Motorcyle Maintenance 

“This is the source of the trouble. Persons tend to think and feel exclusively in one mode or the other and in doing so tend to misunderstand and underestimate what the other mode is all about. But no one is willing to give up the truth as he sees it, and as far as I know, no one now living has any real reconciliation of these truths or modes. There is no point at which these visions of reality are unified.” 

Morning Time Alarm Bell

Time spent wisely 

Sat quietly crossed legged,

Just working through,

Your bits and pieces.

A smile on your face,

A sweetness in the air,

Your mind content.

Your little world,

A place that’s yours.

The door opens wide,

And she walks in.

Looks down at you,

Sees your last hour.

It’s there on her face,

You can tell.

She needn’t say the rest,

But she can’t resist.


“What a waste of time.”¬†