Letting go…

Day 10. of Lockdown

“In the striving to something, you forget to be.”
― Paul Selig, The Book of Knowing and Worth: A Channeled Text

letting go

I felt lost,
my thoughts were scattered,
incoherent aspects
nothing mattered…
Gathering fragments
that are out of tune
I let them go in the afternoon… and spreading out
across the blues,
I began to glimpse
a higher view…

To be continued


Day 8. Just outside the gate this morning…

“What do you dream about?”
she asked me,
I dream
of universal harmony,
a world sweeter
and kinder than this,
like stars colliding
when lovers kiss…

I dream of oceans
teeming with life,
no more hostility,
no more strife…

I dream of hunger
being a thing
of the past,
I dream of unity,
and peaceful forecasts…

Of love revivals
over all the Earth,
of great awakenings
of glorious rebirth…

The flowers looked decayed…

Day 8….

day 8

I was hanging in the store today
and everyone looked dismayed
I think I’m going insane
but no one is to blame…

And the flowers looked decayed
coz there’s a lockdown underway
I promise not to disobey
though I feel like flying away
and swimming across the bay…

My hands are raw from spray
and everyone is going grey
they’ve rubbed out all our shame…

But humans will prevail
for we all have microwaves,
though this I can’t explain
I’ll just send you the email
and then we can celebrate…

I told you I was going insane
I’ve got contagion on the brain
this is uncharted domain…

Let’s have a little chardonnay
maybe then I’ll feel okay
or some sparkling lemonade
and we’ll dance to Reggae
to the bee Gees
and Marvin gay…

But hey
there’s a lockdown underway
and I can’t get pink champagne

But who am I to complain
every day is just the same
and it feels like a holiday
though no one wants to play…

and I can’t even buy takeaways…

Hallways of the night skies…

Day 7. I can’t wake from this nightmare, so I may as well dream…

hallways of the night skies

I stood at the entrance of sleep-walking,
of the night skies… galaxies spun around me
with love
I was being baptized…
and the air
was quietly nimble,
my form was indistinct
I saw throngs
of Earthlings
eternally linked…
one with all the Angels
in a nebulous glow
no separation was visible
in this divine overflow…
And the Pleiades
whispered softly
ushering me home
this was a timeless dwelling place
for no more would I roam…

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Fading into black and white…

Day 6. in the underground
Day 1. in poetry land…

I used to work in a bank, say no more!

an artist by nature

I fade with the ink
into black and white

hiding under mountains of doubt
scatterings of a creative mind
gone to sleep

my hope
is frozen in time

dusty tatters of a dim view
I’m buried deep
under piles of unbelief

Once I fled from lifeless banking halls and queues
to pursue imagination
accepting just token offerings

but I gravitated back to figures and numbers
with no words to celebrate
just echoing chambers
of a humdrum world

and scribbles in scarlet
a pedestrian beat

Oh, prosaic woes

Call me back to splashes of paint
and words
that make me feel alive again

in paperless daydreams
my mind wanders to other things
to creativity
Abstractions and songs

colorful landscapes
made of wishes that do come true

I feel faint-hearted in this pursuit
But It’s fifthly lucre that keeps me fed…


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Day 5…
I’m deviating a little off the path and starting poetry month tomorrow…
My favorite bird, a Cape Dikkop was successful in distracting me a few nights ago before lockdown…


He led me away
with a defensive pose,
that startled
my tranquil walk…

Watching me closely
from his hiding place,
I felt like
I’d been stalked…

He scooted past me in the darkness,
screeching as he went by,
acting as a decoy,
I knew that I should comply…

His bravado
was clear to see,
as he flapped
his wings wildly.,
and in the misty twilight
I crept away

dikkop 2

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