The Infinitive Split It Was

The Infinitive Split, It was. Stopped

The infinitive

Split it was.

Stopped.

For does not

Language describe

Reality?

And infinity paused

Then

In that moment of

Immanent rapture

Euphoria

Where the infinite

And finite

of time

Was stilled

When

We were.

Simon C.J. Falk 29 April 2018

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Morning Motoring in the Mind and Moment

Morning Motoring in the Mind and Moment

 

While driving early this morn

A familiar sight emerged again,

In the car and

In the mind.

The sun shone,

A scene unveiled,

But

The mind clattered on

In its own

Gobbledy-gook and dumblety-dum

Gibbery-gibberish and bumbley-bum of

Thoughts-fears-events-memories-ideas-blah!

Then,

From my peripheral vision,

A vista formed

Upon the retina

Of the eye

And soul:

A thin veil of mist

Rested,

Like a gentle caress,

Upon the land.

Embracing trees

In its delicate fold,

Meeting the dew-damp earth,

Mist held

Suspense

Of air

And presence too,

As I gaped upon

What I saw

And,

For those minute moments,

The monotony of mind machinations

   Were stilled,

         Stopped,

               Present,

To the now,

And the scene

On the way.

 

Simon C.J. Falk 23 April 2017

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Another Day We Greet


Another Day We Greet

 

Another day we greet,

Shake off the sleep,

And arise

Upon our feet,

To where

The day may go.

Planned to a degree,

And altered in course,

In what ways?

We are yet to know.

But

Begin we do.

We breathe in

the air,

and soak up

the sun’s rays,

warmed within.

What calls

The birds make

Upon our ear,

We can barely

Hear, amidst

The shssssh

Of the shower.

But call they do,

Sounding through,

Calling us,

To be

Present.

Now.

Before later schedules

Are due.

 

 

Simon C.J. Falk 11 March 2017

 

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Another Time

Another Time

 

In the head

Ideas buzzing, flitting, zipping

Around and around

Up

And

D

o

w

n

Then

Reverie interrupted:

A birdsong

Strong and insistent

Calls

Us to the present.

The ideas stop

The buzzing ceases

And

Aware we become

To another time

Another rhythm

Before our calendars

After our clocks.

The refreshing sounds

Of natural rhythms

Call us back

To who we are.

 

 

Simon C.J. Falk 25 March 2016

 

 

 

A Moment

A Moment
A moment

In time

Seeing

The water droplets 

Falling

On the pathway.

Pathway to peace

A moment away

From the tenuous

The time-poor

The manifold stuff

Of life.

A simple sprinkler

For the lawn

Leaves us a moment

Of bounty.

Simon C.J. Falk 10 March 2016

When – a Diversion of Desires

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When – A Diversion of Desires

In some ways this poem is a playful, even cynical, swipe at our human life and our discontent.  It can also be read on a deeper level.  A longing, to linger, to be more present.  More present to ourselves, to each other and to the vicissitudes that life gifts to us in the here and now.

When – A Diversion of Desires

When we are

empty

We hunger

to be full.

When we are

Full

We wish

To be empty.

Just another bit

I’m sure I can have more

The recipe is a hit

Why had I not tried it before?

When we are

Alone

We hanker

For intimacy.

When we are

In a crowd

We search

For solitude.

The silence deafens quiet ears

That hearken for a voice

The milling crowd fuels my fears

This racket was not my choice!

When we are

Caught in the complex

We reminisce

On simpler days.

When we are

In the simple

We want to

Complicate things.

I’m caught in a bind yet again

However will it unravel?

This tedious cleaning is such a bore

I think I’ll go and travel!

When in

The wind of winter

We shiver

For still summer sun.

When under scorching rays

We want the crisp

Cool winter air.

We abhor

Hypocrisy in others

Yet cherish

Mysterious paradox

In ourselves.

When busy

We writhe

For rest.

When unoccupied

We plunge

Into mindless activity.

When we are

Here

We want to be there

Anywhere!

When will

We learn

To be

Content?

When I look into your face,

Or gaze upon that scene

I’m transported from within my place

To another where I’ve been.

 

I’ve been there when I’m captivated

Enchanted by the beauty,

I’ve been there when I’m motivated

When transcendence returns newly.

 

Yet somehow I struggle to be present

To you, to me, to all,

Our busy minds have us sent

To other longings and another call.

 

I hope I learn to pause, to see

The wonder in you and me,

The sheer delight in all around

The present moment that sets us free.

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Simon C.J Falk     22 March 2015

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