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"Going All Bruce Lee" 

It’s like holding water
in your hands. 
they say, be like water
as if on the drop, 
the turn of H20 on tap, 
one can go all Bruce Lee.

he was rather gung-ho;
but the subliminal message
he  projected, without malice
in his lithe fluidity 
brought on dreamy visions 

of going all soft 
and compliant.

one might say 
malleable,
with the flow.
water has its hard moments
like when it turns to ice. 

frozen in cold 
abrupt moments. 

I read a poet, tonight,
she says, 

“consciousness swims slick
outside my fingers, 
trembling perceptions
pure and round. 
Infinitely slow
I close my grip,
entrapping and watch
them drown”. 

I felt that. 
I felt that. 

Memories of what was 
solid once, drift down
with the heaviness of time,
weight sinking through the 
lightness of water. 

Sun shines 
through water.
it touches 
the top to mid-section
doesn't mean it rhymes

in time with 
what is beautiful 
and poetic. Sometimes
the beauty lies, ugly, 
at the bottom, 

covered in silt. 
drowned. 
you know what I mean. 
I know you know 
what I mean.

Sunshine never 
touches that place. 
but treasure and 
objects of beauty 
lie there, waiting to be found.

the silt residing
with sunken treasure, 
that which also lies 
with car wrecks, sifting
rotting useless tenure,

carries residual essence.
there is found forgotten
moments of beauty and 
pleasure in the discarded
flotsam and jetsam

washed up on a shore,
like memories 
begging to be gripped
in palms that want 
to be read. it aint shiny and new. 

shells held to an ear,
there is message 
in the sound; 
we are just, content 
with the mystery of it all. 

"Empty your mind.
Be formless, shapeless, 
like water.
You put water into a cup, 
it becomes the cup." 

Me and drowned
Bruce Lee, in the end
floating memories.
war came in like 
a flood, no ark

nor shipped 
platform to be 
saved.
Memories dissolve
like aspirin. 

We swallow 
all we love
and understand,
the meaning of it all
hits us on review. 

eventually,
we float 
immortal 
into other worlds
on the next tsunami.

dry bed
or wet,
we sink, we rise,
we float away 
into other worlds. 

we accept 
the contract.
we ride the next wave.

(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
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