Dance me to the end of love (Quote Mr Cohen , music Simeon ten Holt Filmed by Maaike )

Jewel

                  An old man

                  With curled moustache  

                  And peaked cap ,   

                  Pushed his bicycle
                  Up the hill, ecstatically -
                  Singing an old Sufi song, 

                  Or- a Levantine lay -

                  Of lost- unrequited love .

                  His brine blue eyes

                 Turned inwards -

                  Yet he waved to me

                  Smilingly ,

                  Like an old sea salt,

                  Or Parisian poet,

                  Acknowledging a brother . 

                  Poems are found

                  In bright jewels

                  Such as this -

                  Illuminate ones day !

                 

   

                

Rituals

RITUALS

               As the Japanese ,

               We should take time off  -

               Look into the smiling ,

                     Transient  -

              Faces of the cherry blossoms .

My technical advisor fixed the blog video ( So its now working ) Entitled A QUIET MOMENT OF REPOSE made from a tray trouve - mixed media .

Thoughts of the day - an exploration .

                           

                      The perpetuation of the experiencer ,


 The experiencer fears that it has no control over experiences, either in the past or the future ,it exists through anticipation and memory , however  all experience is in the present . The experiencer fears its absence and refuses to apprehend its essential absence until after the experience . when it attempts to make sense of it and to assert itself ,  if its pleasant , to repeat it . And of course if not, avoid  it Through fear , and desiring  to gain control and to perpetuate itself as an entity , it tries to anticipate future experiences , selecting what is most pleasureable , and this creates conflict .

A quiet moment of repose mixrd media

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A work that I made from and old tray -tray trouve mixed media wood, oil paint metal and other material entitled A QUIET CORNER OF REPOSE >Vidio not working yet , waiting for my technical advisor with that irritation that we all know working with computers !To LOOK AT MY VIDEO THAT MY BLOG WILL NOT SHOW ! PLEASE LOOK AT PETER SIMPSON ( FACEBOOK )

Thoughts of the day - on my seventy fourth birthday

        The problem is -- Lets say that you are interested in a certain philosophy , a certain religion .  There  will be a point in the understanding where you will not agree .Why is this ? Because the path of religion, or the path of philosophy, is an individual path, that will maybe not  always agree with other ways of understandings, even though that particular philosophy may have its attractions . Ah this is ones real freedom  ! The real freedom is to go ones way alone !And to go your  way without any auth
ority, to go ones way in perfect freedom ! And to go further -What is the real question ? There are   questions from another-who thinks they know a  question, but what is ones own REAL question ,coming from the depths of oneself  ? So the real question is to find ones authentic  question and not that of another, however revered they may be .

Wood carving of Izaak walton ,author of the book The Complete Angler made at Stafford colledge of art, when I was 16 years old