Time Space Peace Not Necessarily in that Order

 Waking up in winter in the silent and slow motionless pace 

ignoring the busy, have to, shop shop shop, lights ablaze,  old songs attempting to fence in 

all the expectation of what is supposed to be encircled instead in the beauty of what it is

time.

to blow smoke like the dragon within

space.

to see the perpetual universe in all my relations

peace.

to hear the silent pitch swallowed by snowflake multitudes 

Living now in this woke-white-privledged-by-birth-on-stolen-lands-Polish-Scottish-French-goodness-knows-what-else body honouring the truth. ancestry. culture. a long nowness still being unearthed, living now in December 2025 is painful. exquisite. 

Feeling duality at every turn of the spiral  

The thing is ... we think we have time

 Seeing the white CR-V doesn’t punch my guts anymore 

Makes me sad momentarily and then I get on with all the other people whom I live in my life 

However long that life might be

I’m so blessed but feeling human ... I often take that for granted 

That the house won’t need repairing or wood need cutting or meals need making, that somehow I can reverse my ageing and go back to finish all the sewing, painting, writing, walking, hugging, phone calls 

But like rumi said (I think) “ the thing is we think we have time”

So here I am listening to the dog snore and writing it down 

Listening to the best of me spilling out My lovely human heart who so often doubts and wonders Full of curiousity and wanting to wander until I remember all of what waits in the action of doing the everyday. 

Lessons

 22June2025

white guys warring

fear rates soaring

to a place that invites Spirit to 

embrace or  to ignoring

all and diving into personal

hells to Death

to rebirth to

walking outside to

see lessons left by all Beings 

on a birdsong, in a breeze