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Deep at heart Tim is a dreamer and longs for 'that' dream

And still and in certain arrest he is a child of gone times

His parents Hans and Ida had told him in misleading terms	

         ‘You can do anything you want. . .’

They meant he’s bright and energetic even perfect and 

While they had been kind and full of encouragement

The died long before he would abandon that prison

	‘We fought the war and you must be free’

A pragmatist full of rational shackles dead to the core

He ponders for meaning caught up in emotional files

Sits under a canopy of figs and waits for the Buddha

	‘I see a forest but where is the tree’

‘They’ say that the path is destination its very own aim

The road arduous and tricky and full of obstacle’s way

Sisyphus’ boulder could encroach the slope of the cliff face

	‘Let it go but the harvest needs tilling’

Contradictions keep contravening mindful anticipation

Opposites obscure the harmony of synthesized bliss

Subconscious shadows loom in archetypal struggles

	‘The conquest fights the lonely survivor’

Tim forfeits his axes to grind and carves his own shell

Forges gun into ploughshares and picks up a flower

Confuses meditation with mediation and forces the mould

	‘Leviathan did not levitate he fell on his sword’

Every now and then he can feel the wind of his change

It might carry him to a rainbow and the Source of it all

Yet while knowledge bodes well it is futile without action

	‘His fugue eludes the flute of sweet fruit’

He cannot sit still for he is a doer constrained by performance

But the dog on his shoulders resembles a poodle in a circus

A puppet on strings of comical drama a Pavlovian canine

	‘Grin and bear it but do not stay idle’

Unleashed by the fangs of Odysseus Tim travels his underworld

Face down belly up he reaches for breath in a bubble of light

Tears at smears and disguise of a mask larger than Venice

	‘All water reaches the ocean’ 

There are bridges and channels and at long last a pier onto

Which he drags his weatherworn body his mind and his soul

Someone left a message draped in simplicity on the pontoon 

        ‘The sole purpose is living one step at a time’


12th February 2019
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