Gassho
December 2021
I remember falling out of my head
And into the space between my fingers.
And resting there as nearly nothing.
A point.
On one side of me was a body, huge and warm,
Busy with digestion, rushing blood, scattered thoughts and breath.
To the other side of me, cool air and birdsong,
Grass noises, a fly's insistent buzz.
Beneath me, a mass of rock and earth.
Above me, damp skies.
Beyond and around, the stretchless reach of everything.
And, through all, Light.
I remember falling out of my head
And into the space between my fingers.
But today I am a prisoner here,
Listening to jukebox melodies
And writing escape stories.
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I'm an Anglo-Irish web developer, father of five, company director and (evidently) a poet of sorts.
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the intricate mysteries of the people I have loved, and the daily miracle of being a living, breathing,
always changing consciousness – a point of view through which the universe looks upon itself.
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