hearing yourself
if your body
was a musical instrument
which one
how do you sound
do your thoughts repeat
who plays it
MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Operation’
until we learn to operate
the machine called
human bodymind
we tend to leave that
to the doctor
MORNING POETRY – ‘The Solution’
insecurity abounds
the way out
give up control
MORNING POETRY – ‘Beyond Thought’
the space beyond thought
where resistance disappears
wellbeing is restored
step inside the silence
ruptured in joy
