anattā \ Reified

1.      
     
How I smiled      
when you told me      
you'd love to quote      
back to me      
my poetry      
with those      
Carmel eyes      
glistening      
like the surface      
of      
St Margaret's      
Loch      
in      
Summer.  
    
 
     
2.      
     
I woke from anxious dreams      
too often      
lost and longing      
are familiar friends      
I shake myself      
and beat      
the drum      
of      
sense      
to erase      
doubt.  
 
      
     
3.      
     
Proud like the Pentlands      
you touch me deep      
down to my seams      
like the Midlothian miners      
of old      
I would hold you      
delicately      
like the sacred cup      
of Roslin      
and      
I wouldn't let go.  
 
      
     
4.      
     
I would take      
your hand      
walk with you      
round the Lothian's      
hills and glens      
mind open like the sky      
heart fresh like verdant flora      
life for loving      
I would build a wall      
from the strength      
you gave me      
we'd sit on it      
and be nourished      
together.  
    
     
5.      
     
a rush of words      
verses trickle onto the page like honey      
 tasting      
like sorcery      
magic from the pen      
I have answered      
the life long      
question      
The Wu Wei Tao      
the arrow finds it's mark      
the flower tilted towards the sun.  
      
     
     
6.      
     
Harmony on auld Reekie's streets      
You and me      
have built      
a bridge      
between earth and the moon      
and as we dance      
among the craters      
La Luna sings.  
     
     
7.      
     
The tree cannot grow without soil or sun      
fails to flourish in the shade      
the gold cannot be traded      
yet is not worthless      
the grass does not stretch      
above the rest.  
     
     
8.      
     
When will you return to me      
oh security      
oh stability      
oh serenity      
or were you ever here      
who can say.  
      
     
9.      
     
The beauty of the Lothian's      
the Lammermuirs      
flotterstone      
The Pentlands      
Roslyn      
is      
second      
to your beauty      
my dear      
your smile      
your eyes      
your face      
are all more enchanting      
than my glens      
that your mind is like treasure      
that you posses the three jewels      
makes it all the more sublime.  
      
     
 
10.  
   
No tears I could weep  
could explain  
like the death  
 of Sacco and Vanzetti  
 the tragedy of Spain  
the evictions of Occupy  
there are no words  
 good enough  
even eloquence  
would fall short  
it can only be felt  
 in the chest and  
seen in the eyes.  
 
 
    
     
( Writers notes:      
30th April      
 Inspired by reading Sorley MacLean      
by Sophia-until it failed- by the Lothian Countryside in Scotland  and by reading Chinese poetry)