He teaches what no-one else taught;
when food enters and tingles
your tongue, stop,
focus into that little place where
sugar hits a lovely spot
and your own heat melts chocolate.
A simple trick is to close-down eyes
and notice you’re between tongue and food,
actually there, feeling uncommonly sweet.
blue is for humble,
yellow is vibrant,
purple is mystic,
green stands for healer,
red is for angry,
orange is mental,
pink stands for spirit,
pitch black - the void space;
white stands for peace.
Crown cresting, crash waving,
churn sanding, turn topping,
thump landing, serenely
off-off – (turn) - come in.
before the sun
terrific birds
commemorate today
- repeating and repeating
but I can’t sleep
with an ache in my ribs
where my heart used to be
- now - a void.
Challenge vibrates everywhere,
birth, old age, teenagers
obeying only one ancient rule
‘test the rules’
on, on and on
and, look, here comes the sun.
Not too often
in the give and take
(thrust and cut)
hard-hard ride, will I soften
sit down or lay
- on a little sofa -
knowing today, another day,
my ride is almost over
but outside a bike waits,
saddle and handlebars,
rotating spokes and gears
reminding me when I mount and turn my feet
- pedal on into the North -
a new green mountain heaves in view. In hope.
