A somewhat ,interesting conversation . ( white marker in tobacco box )

Spring has sprung on our balcony, the oleander is now outside with the olive Tree and rosemary and my fifteen year old geraniums are aso outside .Cucumbers are planted and tomorrow I will plant my tobacco seeds -busy busy boy !

Ruminations of the day-with portrait of Bela Bartok

Reading of W.B. Yeats- Sailing to Byzantium .

The mysterious disappearance of the captive-( words engraved upon the prison walls.)

                         The Captive


        I chipped away all my life,

         At these prison walls -
       
        Time, time and more time -

        Of that, I  had enough!

            I saw the light -a bird, the verdant earth,

         At night the cosmos -

        It was this hope, that

       Gave me the courage to go on -

          And yet, a prisoner I remained!



       I dug deep into the earth,

           Found water and fire-

       The centre of the world -

       Yet there, found no escape.


       Beyond hope, my mind

      Gave up its struggle,

       Came back to its SENSES.

       Time stood still-

       Earth and walls dissolved,

        Found that I was FREE at last.


                            Farewell -

       

Revelation of the day-

            When we sleep, the night churns up all the problems of the day, (often in symbols that we cannot understand in our waking life ).Yet part of the dreaming is the dreamless state, where we enter another dimension-There-for on waking, we can be in a state of clarity.This morning I awoke(perhaps still in that state of Knowingness) and thought- most of my life is known, perhaps only when I am creative, in the world of art, can I really make something that is new?The perverse thought of the day!

Ruminations of the day on my approaching seventy-fifth birthday.

              
     
                    OPEN  WINDOW 


       Ah, the whole of life could 

                   Suddenly flood in

      In its " isness"

                 And surprise me -  

     (As on my birthday.) 

              Where would I be now?


                 

Rumininations of the day .The word "cool "

             Actually, the word has its roots in the Jazz world, Mr, young.  However, the beat generation took it over and "God help us "  later the "hippies "However - what a WONDERFUL word! In Indonesia, they have a similar concept - it's about always doing the right thing, yet doing it with a certain elegance - a sense of beauty.I must say in my life, I have met a good many "cool " people but what do I mean by that? Cool people in my own experience are people that are authentic, they don't accept your cliches they don't accept your platitudes, they go their own way-

             Actually, its the way of the Tao everything is okay - just the way as it is.And let's face it, that's really ------ cool.

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Imagined bust - Hommage Mallarme"

                 

                The head - pensively inclined,

                Oh what dreams flow through

                That moulded universe!

The pathway.On reading R. W. Emerson

                    Even now, the path

                     Can be a wonder-

         Even though, the path

                    May lead us

       (  In its complexity)

         To doubt -its direction.
             
                 Especially now that

         There is little belief,

             That there is a map,

        That will take us anywhere-

         (  And yet it takes us anyhow -)



       Listen -the way winds softly
   
        Through the forest

               Snakes through the city.

         Finds its trail through deserts, 

             Wanders between heaven and hell,

         It is the over-soul that holds us 

             In its blessing -         
       
        The mind, untouched

           By the evils of the world

      Re-gains primordial innocence-

            It is life itself.