No “Grumble, grumble.”
Not a groan in my ribcage.
A sense of wellbeing.
No “Glug, glug,” frantic feeling.
No riptide.
No lost earring feeling.
Lunch.
With a sense of wellbeing as dessert.
I just…
Hum a little bit for now.
As lunch breezes through.
Soda spills a bit.
Like old shoes.
Like crust.
Like must.
Like mustard.
Like a hunch, or “huh.”
Sometimes, I have a short period of time.
But nice hours get used up, and the riptide comes in.
That’s the thing about a sense of wellbeing.
Well, it is like smelling coconut but it’s actually coconut lotion.
Like coconuts knocking around.
Grrr.
One joyful footstep
loosens procrastination
morning air tastes sweet
the mind keeps that light aglow
long after the walk has passed
Pleasure leaves a trace
on shoes waiting by the door
soft invitations
before thought can intervene
habit heeds motion's call
Inner loops turning—
unconscious desires take root
deep beneath reason
each fond spark of exercise
trains the nerves to yearn return
Laughter after strain
widens the spirit's landscape
breath steadies the mind
small victories slowly build
through patience and resilience
Outer loops rising
gather strength from calm delight
builds hope through movement
each glad act enlarges life
as wellness echoes health back
No harsh discipline—
only the pull of feelings
gently repeated
what once needed force and will
becomes enlightened desire
Sitting on a rock
In my favourite glen
Sheltering from the sun on a hot and sunny day.
Seeking peace from a whirlwind of a week.
I watch the water as it cascades in long, slow, soft ripples
Gathering in a pool of clear blue.
I wonder where its journey will end.
It is too inviting; I must have a dip, hoping to clear my mind.
I enter, not anticipating its warmth and
I sink in its depths, floating, suspended in time—
I think to myself how this moment is idyllic, peaceful, and totally mine.
Peace settles over me.
Nature settles me with peace and tranquillity.
At
the
end
of
the
day,
we’re
all
a
part
of
the
same
sunset.
The feel of a touch,
the sound of a cry,
the joy of hello,
the sorrow of
goodbye.
We entangle, we combine
we fall apart -
but in the end,
we get up and
we try, try, try,
to form a connection
that doesn't end in absence.
It all ends
for those already absent.
Be present,
if not for others,
then for yourself.
Know this, please
It may just be needed one day.
Spreading joy is joyful in itself.
I can’t help it
I love to spread joy,
Just a little sprinkle
Nothing too out there.
Just enough to make you smile.
A friendly hello,
A nod of the head,
Acknowledgement,
Life reaching out to life.
Now when I say a cheery ‘morning’
By all means ignore me,
Respond to me,
Laugh at me,
But know that I see you.
I know you are there.
And if ever you need me
Just reach out.
He's on a health kick,
Running until he's feeling sick.
No alcohol or flavoured vapes,
Sleeping eight hours with closed drapes.
Chopping up veggies with brown rice,
Drinking green smoothies with cubes of ice.
Avoiding French fries and burger meals,
Measuring his blood pressure when he feels.
Chicken is his only meat,
Especially eaten as a treat.
He has decaffeinated tea and coffee,
And natural sweetness in his banoffee.
Enjoying pasta with basil oil,
Some sourdough pieces, quite small.
Swimming daily fifty lengths,
To keep up his body strength.
He's a regular at the gym,
His personal trainer looks up to him.
Because he's on a health kick,
And exercising until he's feeling sick.
Dear Buddha
It’s been a while I know
I do apologise
But stuff gets in the way
These silly complications
Books to read
And CNN
But I’m here now
And so are you
So set in stone
And pond-side contemplation
I’m sure you understand
You always do
So much to exhale
You wouldn’t believe
Not so many frogs this year
Perhaps it’s the heat
And the cat’s not so keen
Bless her
I’m so done with it all
But I see no path ahead
Just snapshots of Arles
And moments in Seville
These scriptures and hymns
Are where I seem to belong
Lenny and Phoebe
The Milk Carton Kids
Charlie’s blues
And the streets of Paris
Let me focus
Let it all go
For a moment at least
Bask in the glow
Of this summer garden heat
And breathe
If there’s any chance
You could point a way
There’s no real hurry
No real distress
I’m sure it will emerge
Somewhere in the undergrowth
But thanks for listening anyway
It always helps
And let’s not leave it so long
Next time
Yours as always
Alban’s son
Lost and confused
And almost done
Have you ever created
A sense of mystery?
Leaving part of you
People cannot see,
Revealing just enough
To generate mild interest,
Not allowing anyone
To see all of the rest,
Guarding your privacy,
Protecting your mental health,
But not completely keeping
Yourself to yourself.
Winning the lottery,
Wishing for a good place,
Wrestling for a trophy,
Walking the marathon,
Working for a sad man,
Watching our enemies.
Were all of these worth it?
What resiliently exists
has synergetically become together
more than win/lose competitive apart
Win/Win reframed
as future integrity's healing potential
existence,
sustainable experience,
potency for positive resonance,
multicultural cross-creating
and re-creating narratives
Historical regenerative
cultural responsive
co-invested fore-gifted plots
to co-invest
in co-redeeming
cooperative ecopolitical systems.
What cannot exist,
viably persist
prefacing entropic
static
unchanging enthymematic
pre-emptive being
without past integral reweaving
systemic and ecological potential
to produce empowering gifts
To induce grace
to seed
breed regenerative health creation,
Wealth of multicultural creolization,
positive resonant inter-nations
complexly co-invested
nested cooperative fore-gifted sets
of interdependent resilience
Throughout WholeEarth Systems
re-creating
ego/eco-feminists
more rightbrain prominent
re-educators
recycling
reweaving co-redeeming narratives
Repurposing
re-ligioning
re-integrating secular and sacred
re-storied Meaning
CoMediating political bicameral ways
and economic bilateral means.
When darkness falls and day begins
Everything that's good will rise
Leave the past to previous sins
Let sunlight pour into your eyes
Bear all that which must be borne
Even out the ups and downs
In confidence and not forlorn
Now the balance can be found
Give and take forever bound
The flowers here share space among tomatoes and squash
Cascading colors of red, purple, white and green bursting out
Tinkling bell of flute songs arise to tell all is well
Grace of the chime’s call lures me to the garden’s waterspout
I let bare toes savor cool textures of the greenest cut grass
Inviting a repose, I pull up a chair next to the red rose
Watching bees spread their joy to her flowers in fragrant mass
I feel the ripening glow of red juiciness against skin begin
My body flutters like the leaves of the apple tree
Alive with the energy and calm found in abundance here
I roam the garden in tranquility, completely carefree
Enjoy a garden cocktail full of nature’s bliss and kiss
On this UBI's Day, May 1st, to observe the greatest socioeconomic concept ever conceived.
You can't have all you want
but not having all you need,
it's a pity, unworthy economic being,
don't expect a man plant
growing grains, fruits and juices,
rise to the heights
of your human nature's creator,
make them a gift,
and have as gift
life's gift, for piece of mind,
with our society's work.
Still hunger is a scare,
unconsciously makes you
rushing running hurrying pushing.
Why, ask your god and,
bring the answer down to earth.
Say it to the tall powers
to whom earth belongs to,
what's misery for,
while there is plenty.
Where is my piece of mind
and fulfillment.
Other species await in you,
without sorrow questions
so without negative fellings,
freer about its wellbeing.
Forces of petty power up there
must do what's needed,
powers abstract, unknown,
like the sky,
always as far as started going to it.
Who are they, that stop me,
can't really see them,
I'm changing them
and they remain the same.
A new human being may emerge,
to live life as was meant to be,
effortlessly, with society's work.only.
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