Quick, quick, slow
Quick, quick, slow.
Down to the quick
Quick, lick, show.
The tame in the wild and the wild in the tame
The same in the different and the different in the same
The new in the old and the old in the new
The few in the many and the many in the few
The pain in the pleasure and the pleasure in the pain
The name in the nameless and the nameless in the name
The chains in the freedom and the freedom in the chains
The gains in the loss and the loss in the gains
The gift in the taken and the taken in the gift
The shift in the static and the static in the shift
But what of beyond, not just above and below?
What of the the precious things we cannot yet know?
As we watch the hands of time
We wear a watch on our wrists
Do we have time on our hands?
How do these hands of time tick
Some days it seems straight
Some days it has a twist
Others still a curve, or a bend
Perhaps even backwards
And in the forest
Time stands still.
Footprints are washed from the sand
Lion hearts bravely roaring lines into the land
What is it
About ice cream?
Cold and soft in my warm mouth
Two substances mingle and melt
Into each other
How does it make me feel?
What does it make me want?
I want to scream
I want to play
To run, to dance, to taste
What does it do to my mind?
Of summer dresses, umbrellas, of waves
Sand between my toes
Intermingled fingers and body parts
Of Zorro, of sorrow
Of jewellery borrowed from girlfriends,
Of no tomorrow
With joy, with delight, with pleasure
In anger, in frustration, in excruciating pain
Cold in my warm mouth
The cold mind tastes the warm heart
The old of the mind is newly re-minded
Of all that it is, and all that it is becoming
Brain freezes to numb
And suddenly I remember and become
As I lick, I laugh
As I swallow, I smile
And my tongue laps up this sweet creamy contrast
What is it about ice cream?
The fact that I do.
Up in the Autumn Attic of my mind
Where I climb up and leaves fall down
I had a dream.
It planted a fruit that grew a seed
That brought light to my darkest day
A golden light
Spilling out of itself
Isn’t it amazing
How one action of many strands
Can liberate a dream
Like a Dove released from a cage
At last, for the peace it has always sought.
The olive branch, the white flag,
With love and with courage
From mind to heart, from heart to mind.
Ocean reflects sky as sky reflects ocean
And then something that was so sore
Is allowed to be beautiful again
Complete, just as it was.
As tears fill my eyes
I am filled with golden gratitude
For such a beautiful love.
I wake up to find myself