"It's about words, and words are all I have…"



Doors closing   and opening

New Age prophets say: when

one door closes  another opens


And on the otherside  there will be

sunshine & tulips   in your        favourite colour

Can this be true?


Others say:  big things  are in store

But I don’t know if I have the stomach

to explore   a new metier    Why should I?

This one has served me  well


And what is this fascination with   re-invention?


I may choose to un-become   to eat

breathe   and sleep    If the tree falls

who cares if it is heard?  It will   decompose


When you see a tree  you never ask       what it means

So please do not foist upon me   your

need to hear  trees fall    Basho wouldn’t



The temple bell stops –

but the sound keeps coming

out of the flowers


Spring  2013    Songanddancegirl     Doors     Basho



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