The word hovers in the lilting air
It sucks in all meaning into itself.
Ravenous, greedy, a vacuum crunching up all life
All so it can devour all meaning.
To cannibalise it, for meaning is also a word,
And strip away that universe of connotation
Until all something is rendered nothing.
The sea, the sea, the sea – nothing.
The Heaviness of Swimming
I swim in three weightless dimensions
Hidden away from life’s high definition
And I feel my bones erupting the lightness of wings.
The waving sea-urchins, the stalking crab
And the jellyfish with arms like fireworks,
They live a history free of heaviness.
Heavy purpose that drowns
Heavy love that floods
Heavy health that hides in silent tides.
But I swim, and I swim – I swim!
And it doesn’t matter,
I am a reflection and up above,
In the sun-lined kingdom
There walks the myth of the real I.
Tides of Obsession
Don’t be obsessed by love
The way a dog is obsessed by meat
And the guitar is obsessed by sadness.
Be obsessed by love
The way the sea is obsessed by the tide
And the wind is obsessed by the breeze.
The lightness of coming and going
Just swaying, being – don’t fall in love
Be the pulse of love,
Be its tide,
Be its breeze
Come and go
Sing no matter what
The way the sea sings
When it storms
And when it sleeps.