Just Looking..

DIFFERENT DAYS

Different days, different ghosts,
poles apart,
whistling to me as if,
I was a taxi,

hailing me to take them to hell?

The one walking along the wall today,
brought Dickens to join his wit to mine,
to help me construct my carol.

A worthy past,
a present that keeps on sliding away
to become a wiggle through a black hole
into the future.
Where's the soul mate to share
the guilt of long ago?

This wraith seeks me out;
this mask, imagined?
Or is it just a cold damp conscience?

I yell out to the lurking shadow,
hopping like a fool in a funhouse.
I round the corner.
I've seen this before
in black and white,
it's not just my mind anymore.

My soul sees you, you can't hide.

I'm sort of jumping the gun.
This is a dress rehearsal for the time
when I haunt you.

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Painting...

Vermeer
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ISN'T IT FUNNY WHEN someone says exactly what you would have said, if only you'd gotten there first? Maybe ideas float through space. D.T. SUZUKI...caught this one...wrote it down..now it's mine, now it's yours....
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" A wonderful painting is the result of the feeling in your fingers. If you have the feeling of the thickness of the ink in your brush, the painting is already there before you paint. When you dip your brush into the ink you already know the result of your drawing, or else you cannot paint. So before you do something, "being" is there, the result is there. Even though you look as if you were sitting quietly, all your activity, past and present, is included, and the result of you sitting is also there".
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Maybe life is deja vu', all over again. As the great philosopher, Yogi Berra once said!
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