October's come and gone and I find myself sweeping into November with a sense of ambition and vigour. Had a strange moment in the morning after doing some exercises and bending down to do some push-ups. A vague but specific recollection similar to remembering the taste of something from a dream. A strange familiarity. Another weird moment in the afternoon walking by a small graveyard near Woodbine and Kingston road. Hugely thick, ancient and robust trunks of trees encroaching on neighbouring gravestones. I looked upon the rows of graves and although it is one of the smaller cemeteries in the city, I thought of it's vastness. An inescapable truth existed here; endlessly expansive in it's scope. That's where we all go. That's where my ambitions will end. Hopefully with a heavy tree trunk squeezing it's way in to share the space with new growth…or is it an old growth? The oldest growth of all, recycling back into the endless pool of moving life. Transferring one kind for the next.
H'Art
There's something you can have
that's worth much more than gold
Something you can own
but you can never hold
Something that can touch you
and something you can feel
Can see it in a garden
smell it
taste it in a meal
Put your hands onto the wheel
and steer into the centre
Something in that presence
and this something lasts forever
Something in a moment
Something in a breath
Inhale into the deepest place
Exhale up to the nest
Exhale up to the stars
Exhale across the breadth
Then inhale again below your feet and bring the soil inside your chest
Bring it down below the dirt into the core and let it rest
Close your eyes and see the sun
The light exists within the text
The light exists beyond the poem
The light extends beyond the song
The light is always shining it's surviving when you think it's gone
a spark will travel through the darkness find it's way into your palm
and you can leave it there and squeeze it
or
let it go and pass it on