A LOCUM I

A LOCUM I

I’m not sure
That we aren’t
Everywhere
All the time
Just not paying
Due attention
At the moment
With so much going on
And so forth

ASLEEP AT THE WHEEL

ASLEEP AT THE WHEEL

This identity
Determined to improve things
So full of itself

WHO ARE YOU AGAIN?

WHO ARE YOU AGAIN?

Close study reveals
Individuality
As an illusion

BOMBAST

I know very little but I have plenty of opinions.

ONE TWO MANY

ONE TWO MANY

All of us unique
Yet also somehow the same.
Words? Don’t give me words!
Projected imaginings
Masquerading as a truth.

A BITTER FRUIT

A BITTER FRUIT

A clutching onto
One unique I
Rather than
Embodying the All
In the current instant
Is the root of all suffering

EXIT

EXIT

The weakened ego
Exhausted by eternal strife
Bows, gives up the ghost

At realising
It’s always your assumptions
That lead you astray

HERE WE GO

HERE WE GO

We have no idea
Beyond the idea of I
Which we cling on to

DISENGAGEMENT

DISENGAGEMENT

A dual process
Forgiving the transgressor
Forgiving oneself

NOT OURS TO GIVE

NOT OURS TO GIVE

We do not own love;
Love owns us. (Whenever we
Don’t get in the way.)