Music matters like nothing else
What matters? The Sun, the moon and the stars. Love. The best kind. Unconditional, gentle, considerate and deep. Sex. Erotic, sensual, in unison. Babies in all their innocence. Family: the ties that bind us. Creating, creating original works that the world has yet to witness. Music matters. Meditation matters. Meditation is what will see us through. Exercise, yoga, specifically. Integrity matters. Integrity in action is authentic. Focus concentration and discipline will work. Find your light, shine with loving kindness, be mindful, be happy, may all beings be happy. People matter. Saying sorry matters, hard work matters. What matters is that we write. One day I hope to see my writing published in the form of a book. What matters? Matter, matters. Without matter, we won’t matter. No matter.
BE HERE NOW
Be here now.
Said my father
How? I asked?
Puzzled by it’s
But complex notion
I am here
Isn’t it obvious?
No. My father, said
Your mind is all
Over the place
To be here now
One must truly
In body mind and soul
At one with oneself
And the universe
Be here now ridicules
From life experiences
That’s when the anxiety
Sets in. the anxiety reminds
Me to feel
Love truth anguish
Be here now
As the mind
Listens to the music
In the background
Be here now is interrupted
By Ashira walking in.
So all I can conclude
From this exercise
Is that to be here now
Is not easy.
It demands concentration.
A brain that focuses
Under different circumstances
I am all over the place
But here. Not here.
Usually , over there…
When the dullness
comes, and there
is no room for joy-
deep breaths and
non thought- a zen
is the best bet.
Deep in my heart a wedge does lie
I’m willing to throw a dart to hit it clean and fair
Instead I breathe, breathe deeply and sigh
The cause of the wedge is mine—let’s try.
Was it the afternoon I drove back from Galle?
Hail! Thunder and Lightning quite a scare
Voice on the radio warning us to go with care.
the highway is dangerous to drive anywhere.
Wait! is the wedge my children? My poor mother, too.
My husband, Dom, my in laws? ‘How do you do?’
A lost love, another life, what could have been?
it’s bittersweet now, all that I have seen…
The wedge comes and goes. Today it sticks, like a thorn to a rose.
Tears pour down my face, I am thankful for god’s grace.
To analyze the pain, sitting in the car in the rain
One goes back in time, breathes, the mind arace.
To gratitude: of course, I’m grateful! So what if I’m Fey?
The wedge is lodged, embedded deep. I long for the comfort of sleep
Not yet, not there, the exit is quite far. Stay awake!
Don’t fall asleep. Keep breathing the wedge out, however deep.
At last the exit, I take the turn, drive to the booth to stop.
Pay my toll and on my way, keep breathing the hardness away
And suddenly, I am aware, that this feeling of a wedge
has disappeared, is not there? was it the stress of the drive?
Maybe. Could be, should be, yes! Driving is difficult
When one can barely see, the car in front, the road, a tree.
The rain is ceasing, the breathing is easy
At last: Home. the dog runs to greet me.
Unpack my bag get on the mat
Do a few yoga poses, here comes the cat!
5 kittens to feed all are shivering.
My body feels better, no more dithering
I draw a bath then into bed, take meds, then cover.
Dream of mayhem and accidents oh what a shower!
I suddenly wake up to another day. Stretch and yawn.
The wedge has gone, the sun shines bright. Oh how I love, love, love the light.
N.S. APRIL 15, 2018
That night in Nuwara Eliya
When Dom and I stumbled
Into the Grand, we had just re-met
And every moment was precious.
It took us ten minutes to find the bar
It was cold for Nuwara eliya and we
Needed a drink, desperately.
A single malt for Dom and a Port
For me. This was in 1993,
I turned towards the barman to place our order
And stopped, shocked. Next to us was the most
Extraordinary man I had ever seen, he was approx.
7ft tall. His ears were pointy, nearly as large as his head
A beard that tapered to a degree
His sideburns, thick, wide, designed
Angled to his mouth
A sweet smile. It was disconcerting.
Basically, your friendly neighborhood werewolf.
He bought us a round of drinks and
Seemed very glad to meet us.
We drank with him up to a point.
Said our goodbyes
And staggered outside into a sea
Of mist. It must have been midnight
the moon was full.
Shining bright with light
To show us the way
To the car-
Drove the windy
Road back to the club.
Quietly distressed by the
Meeting of the man
Who looked like a wolf.
Short days in Michigan
When the leaves turn to
colours of the earth.
The old man mowing his lawn
Wearing his slate cashmere v-neck with
holes under the arms, has never bothered
to get the thing darned.
Billy used the season to shoot
He would walk out into the woods with his Colt 45
Looked for Rabbit, Deer, if lucky, a Bear.
He wore a brown, round, wool neck sweater
that kept him warm.
It also camouflaged him really well.
No-one mentioned the time he was down by
The creek – – a body floated up, face down–
bloated and gross from being in the river for over
The sheriff hushed It up,
Billy was his son, you see.
The Sheriff wore a red lambswool sweater
to suggest authority, or perhaps, danger? and to keep visible.
He was beautiful to look at – A Cary Grant—with manners.
How us County people respected him.
The sole reason we never pursued the body story.
His word was Final.
Me, Autumn in Michigan, meant road trips—a six pack of
Molson in the car; Ruben sandwiches and my best girlfriend.
We’d sing to Joni Mitchell and Carol King—perfect tunes for a fall sunset
that seemed to last forever. At night, Deborah Harry
blasted from the CD deck the stars shining brightly.
We did not need the moon or headlights to show us the way.
My girlfriend wore her purple sweater, made of Angora.
It smelled of Opium. I wore a cashmere jersey
in lime green.
We drove for days hitting the west coast
Got down at Full Moon Beach.
Threw our sweaters off,
and with it, our angst spinning emotions
Jumped nude into the Pacific Ocean
The water was cold.
We could very well had been swimming in
It was worth it.
For the Road Trip.
2261 miles of it.
NS May 7th 2017.