Day 11. of Lockdown
“In the striving to something, you forget to be.”
― The Book of Knowing and Worth: A Channeled Text
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….
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…
