UNDER AN AVENUE OF TREES BY THE BREMEN PARK HOTEL

Sunshine
Pure
Crisp
Clean
Soaks the scene
And in the leaves' translucent green

Stands me

Transfixed and softly dazed
Soothed and serene

Bathed in the soft charged glow
Floating in the fresh
Still
Flow

BREMEN PARK HOTEL LAKE

Rainbows melting in the fountains drifting spray
Under an open sky
Clear and blue
Sheer and light
Sunshine shatters
Flourescing light scatters
Fiery shafts gleam
Cascades of light form a glistening stream

A FOREST WITH A MONUMENT TO A GERMAN KING

Leaves
Fallen
Brown
Moistly glimmering
Softly smouldering
Glowing diffusedly
With a golden bright wet sheen

The rich earth rolls and sways to the paths sculptured edge

Buffeted and drawn
The way ebbs and flows
With the forests push, and tow
Banks, and falls away

Skirts the ponds edge

A single plane of dark water
Held back
Still and flat

A FOREST OUTSIDE BREMEN

Deep leaves bustle in the winds tide
The forest suddenly breaks open wide
Full of bright light

NEUSTADT AN DER WEINSTRASSE

A giant bird poised leaping perfect into the sky
Pure verticality

Powerful Upward pulling
Lifting
Into inert blue of sky

HERMANNS DENKMAL, DETMOLD

Fine spray of wildgrass
Cascading softly
In foaming jets of smoky green

Slow mist
Tilted landscape
Liquid translucent pools of green light dripping
Melting
Flowing in a soft haze

Fast trees raining into the sky
A deer bounding and blurring the forest

Time evaporating and condensing in small moments
Surreal landscapes bursting in my mind

Profound proportions

Slow space rushing
Gushing
silence

THE PATH BACK TO DETMOLD

A sweet pale blue-grey path
Descending along a yellow wheat field
Blue jays dancing on the wind
In a wet-slate sky
Glowing bright with moist light

FELDBERG IN THE BLACKFOREST

The Alpine way
Flowers in wild frenzy
Wildgrass, thick stemmed, rustic brown
Bright yellow and white
Orange. Purple. Lemon.
Pink. Crimson. Apricot
Spectrums of colour raining in showers of pascal hues
Cascading softly in foaming jets
Transfusions of soft tones
Gracefully weeping
Willowing, blending
In hazy waves of melting velveteen smoothness

AN ALPINE MEADOW

Dazzling electric yellow stars
Flourescing in a field glowing green

FLOWERS IN THE PARK

Glowing and flowing
Addictive intensity of lemon light
Sudden burst
Still rush
Confined frenzy of movement

Frantic blooms of intense solid colour

Glistening pure white heat exploding into blue

BEETLE

Metallic blue-green-scarlet-and -crimson flight

NORTHERN GERMAN SUMMER

Humid hot air presence
Inert movement

CROWS

Surreal and sleek
Glossy and glittering
Fast black birds
Winging across a lustrous field glowing gold

POPPYS

Poppys dusty
Faded
Dirty
Pale-parched
Sandy-gold wheat
Edges bleached into white auroras
Fine filmy silky crimson
Powdery soft dry cool blue

POEMS.doc

Reaching out into my centre
Easing into the internal pressure
Safety
Sweet sanctuary

Repetitions bridging times burgeoning voids

Waiting on a dream
Weighing in the stream
Caught in the flow
The mechanisms wont go

Is there anything to gain
Even anything to do
Anything to wake up to

POEMS.3 doc

The vacancy of terminal freedom
The erasure of anticipation
Void of expectation
Readiness lost

Corrosion of regular surfaces creates habitats of delusion

Density
Interplay of surface tensions

Now begin computations of insolubility at levels of awareness
And decomposition below

Dragging the mind-stream
Searching for a pure thing
A right and a true thing
Something worth keeping

Riding the mindstorm
Mind breaking
Thoughts clearing
Inclining to meaning
But lost when close viewed

Once more into the breach of promise

Killing time
Killing mind
Killer instinct
living mine

Breaching pregnant voids of readiness
Ready for everything but this
To let the stream teem and slaughter

STATUS QUO

Waiting,
being somewhere
something
good
could (?)
might (?)
happen,
though ego etc
anticipates it will (!)
happen.
We were waiting for Godot,
now we know there was no Godot to wait for....
now just waiting....some doing...
engaged with objectives expected to bring satisfaction,
which do,
as relative ego boosts,
achievements,
successes,
allowing them to feel welcome by the universe,
special,
chosen....
enjoying the respect of their peers,
their admiration and recognition
and their own relative independence from the real
sweated world,
with anticipated
or realised
love,
gratification,
control,
the possible resolution
of all their problems,
with unlimited possibilities
as the princes of their worlds,
empowered for self realisation and satisfaction,
full of the energy excellent adaptation to their world brings
with all its positive feedbacks and joys.

And the bulk of humanity?

May truth be your ally

 

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