Author archives: pasdelasbas

I thought (no longer fond of thought) to visualise my mother and father. Finding myself surprised there they were on the other side  of the kitchen table.  I haven’t spoken about it much yet. Certainly not to them. I looked a little closer to see  how they were doing. I was afraid. I drink my …

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It startedWith Jazz 15 years old,Walking down Stoney Lane A tune in my head I couldn’t understandWhy Thinking followed Was I thinking and the music moved?Did the Music move my thinking?

I took a step Didn’t stumble A moment later I carried on

Do you think you’ve got somewhere? By thinking you have You are either here nor there.

enlightenment? inner realisation? autism? Who’d train in that?

I’m catching myselfLooking out from other’s eyes Damn A painful gift