Category: Poetry

The Man in the Glass by Peter Dale Wimbrow Sr

When you get what you want in your struggle for self,

And the world makes you king for a day,

Just go to the mirror and look at yourself,

And see what the man has to say.

 

For it isn’t your father, or mother, or wife,

Whose judgement upon you must pass,

The fellow whose verdict counts most in your life,

Is the one staring back from the glass.

 

He’s the fellow to please – never mind all the rest,

For he’s with you clear to the end,

And you’ve passed your most difficult, dangerous test,

If the man in the glass is your friend.

 

You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years,

And get pats on the back as you pass,

But your final reward will be heartache and tears,

If you’ve cheated the man in the glass.

 

– Peter Dale Wimbrow Sr

 

Eye in the Wood

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This eye in the wood on the window sill,

Tells a long story,

Of growth, adventure & rest.

Now it looks out from its temporary spot.

Taking in the room, and everything outside of it.

So much has it seen,

So much will it see,

There’s wisdom in its pupil,

Can it even see me?

Resin covers its dark depths,

Are those tears?

For what it’s seen, what it sees,

And for who it longs for from the years.

It absorbs the raindrops on the window,

Absorbs its new tenants.

Has observed the passing of horses.

Of time.

It takes it all in.

Everything reduces to primary form in its blackness.

It recognises it all.

It knows it is that.

Waiting patiently to be reunited with itself.

The time will come.

It’s already happened and is happening still.

All ends in the eye in the wood on the window sill.

TF

Beware of Those that Offer Answers

Beware of those that offer answers.

There are two broad types you’ll meet,

The first are those that mean you well,

Others hide your ruin by deceit.

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We need to follow guidance,

But at some point you must,

Forget the outstretched hand, sincere or not,

And in your own intuition trust.

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Help isn’t always useful,

Recall the Hansel and Gretyl tale,

Those that promise to build you up,

Are sometimes reliant that you fail.

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So I don’t mean for you to turn down friends,

I just caution that you may,

Be lead to destruction down the line,

By the face who bore a smile that day.

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TF

Long Live the Daydreamer

It’s important to not always know where you’re going.

Explore silence. Explore opportunity. Explore.

Art. Destination undetermined.

Each life is art.

Idleness.

Aimless wondering.

Don’t plan.

Ideas.

Dream.

The daydreamer is under attack. But naturally he cares not.

As his compatriots fall by the way side, he continues to wander, to wonder, and the world continues.

For all is flux, nothing stands still.

He watches.

Long live the day dreamer.

10/06/22 – Divine Seams

Seams…
The constant observer – expanded
Dance around within time
There’s space here
Plenty
Messages back to the other side
Space explorer
Astronaut
How do you pass this message back?!
An open seam of communication – interstellar
Who knows where the time goes?
Dream space
Here together

Why pick this dream?
You can pick any
Welcome back, where have you been?
We’ve been waiting for you
Blurring space-time lines. Nothing changes
It’s always here
We understand the characters we’re all playing
But get lost in them
The real characters are smiling on the other side
Waiting patiently
Forever patient
Stepping back from a dream we’re all complicit in
All on this journey 
Hurtling through space
At a thousand miles an hour
Along for the ride
Separation…

You feel further away from this than you are
It’s here all along
The dreamscape
Intergalactic travel
On this trainscape through time
To the other side

Enlargement of the explorer
Who’s always there
Started as any other day
Was it all a dream?
Are we all dreams?
Dream space
Dream. Space.

Part explorer
Part philosopher king
So is everyone else
Dancing across dreams

Sat in this place
Observing
Accepting
Accepting everything

We’ll wake up from our dreams

Quietening the short term
And opening the long
Foreverness
Where does the dream stop?

A separation from time
And needing to be places
From space and needing to be spaces
A child’s view…
Marvel
At everything

Me
And me
Some parts are just a tag on
A choice of sorts
As to what role we want to play here

We notice each other
We know when someone is touching the other side
Hyper-analytical observer
Wishing to understand
Let it be

Your adventure
You choose
Do it however you like
You made the rules
You’re it
But it’s more fun to play in a game
That you forgot you made the rules to
As if someone else is in charge

Much better…

And here is the yogis choice…

How do you want to live in this world?

Glow
The glow that’s always there
Laughter, music, people, connection
God’s up here
Have nothing to fear
Love is everything
The warmth of the sun
All is beautiful
Everything
Every little personality
Every formulation
It’s all wonderful

All we have is now
And now
And now, and now, and now
Floating between

What’s what
Where’s where
When’s when
It’s all ok…
That’s why they call it enlightenment
Two inches off the ground

Enlightenment
Enlargement
It’s all the same thing

A psychotic split
From the confines of a personality
That allowed itself to be unnecessarily confined
Play the game you want to play

One of the questioning ones…
Poke, question, feel
It’s all here
Feel it out
Play

Every version of the play is sublime
Who’s clinging on?
The great question…
Enjoy the challenges
Each moment
And heaven is waiting
That’s grace
Divinity