A Crabs Work

I sit indoors
I lye on floors
Stare at the walls
And the walls stare back at me

I’m drawing figures
Whilst painting colours
Seeing shadows
Wher ain’t no shodows should be

Falling through the floorboards
Sailing on the Sea
Stars flashing out in night time
Moon floating on a breeze

We are water creatures
Alluvium in the stream
Colours sparkling breaking surface
Ephemeral bubbles in a dream

Facts of Life
Day follows night
Except for in the evening
Fish do not drink
They do they sink
Or else float too the surface
We walk a path
With no way back
Sideways is expected
So says the Crab
Who appears quite mad
Yet lives its life on beaches.

falling through floorboards

Universal Moth

Sitting in last Saturday painting pictures o so gay
A moth perchanced to find it’s way into my living room.
It fluttered,flipped and floppoed around to settle eventually on the ground,
In this case my window pane,
As any flying creature knows the ground is where you place your toes.

I looked and stared, observed the creature, picking up on all its’ features.
Now picking up a wee paint brush I decided to make my approach,
Steadily with brush in hand I stroked its head and all around.
With its’ feelers it also felt, We both experienced experience

In peace and love we both then left, It on wings and I on legs.

Here I am

FLOWING

I am once again down by the ocean
Where all meet and can be one.
The expance of sea, sky and land
Form three lines,
They are inside my body.
I am a bobbin
balanced on the intersection
of the wave flow.
The ending of waves
is beyond my underestanding,
as it should be…..
…My new interpreter waits for me,
with all the time in the World
Unquestioning,
patiently waiting for my return.

I have no objections, that would be futile
And I would fail anyway…
All things are waiting.
All living beings are part,
a moving breathing substance bathed in time and space,
Invisible essence …. appreciated in being.

Feeling waves over my brain
on a physical level colours are salient
Sounds enter as solid volant messengers,
all is part
everything is beautiful.
There is a comprehension level
Which is seperate and joined
Inbetween
One
O beautiful viscous liquid
flowing redder than red.
Two (which can not, will not see)
the liquid is pouring from
that dead childs head.

Will it ever matter why
I do what I do?
too the ocean
for the ocean
at the bullets’ finger !

The Beginnings of Words

DANCE OF LIGHT (PART ONE)

Enclosing boundary

This is a condition

Just another way of saying

The place that we live in.

If I’m spinning up

I aint spinning down

And if you know how I’m spinning

Then you know I’m not found.

As a quiff* I exist in all possible ways

As a quamp** I appear for example these words

Time

Space

Energy

Momentum

Exist out there you will find

Thought

Sensation

Feeling

Intuition

Exhist in there in your mind.

And if I’m a sine  what’s my point ?

And if I  point can I sine ?

Thus from inner states

Lyes the future we mine.

And if that aint enough

Cop this for a song

Matter too consciousness

Is what’s going on.

quiff* – quantum wave function

quamp** – quantum probability amplitude

Physical and Mental Coexistence