A small collection of water colour pieces, my second favourite medium 😊
Knowing so little, sharing too much, proud of nothing, for it’s never enough.
Category: Photography
I sit
in what should be peace
I have a mostly happy mind and yet
not knowing how to feel
amongst constant mistaken discrimination
I stare longingly into the sky
cold press of flat rusted metal bars
under my calves
lukewarm Bengal Spice on my tongue
splashed on my knee
messy me
dark periwinkle birds, raptors
highlighted in pink and gold
dance and dive, painted as clouds
across the sky
part of me wants to cry
and that’s the seeds of delusions for you
because in reality
my mind is peaceful and content
and I have no problems
Oh! How I long for a problem!
so my mind searches and searches
and it detects a sadness that was only a seedling
and I tendered the seed of sadness until
now I could pluck at any time a flower
with each its own story of sorrow
and right now my mine is one of loneliness
the most stupid delusion of all because,
rooted in self-grasping ignorance,
it pushes me toward attachment along
a line of inappropriate attention
here now I’m hooked
on something I’ve never known, never seen
another unfulfilled desire has its evil hold on me
in another I cannot find, I can’t foresee
here I’m hooked
on suffering – making a terrifying joke
out of another precious lifetime
so while I sit and wish and wait
on Dharma I will meditate
knowing with blessings karma’s Fates
will be only kind
I dedicate my merit
feel sad, feel compassion
and with only bliss now cry
Happy St. Patrick’s Day! Are you feeling lucky?
Either way, I may have a secret to help you bring more luck into your life …
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The Rideau Canal | FF 17
I made you a picnic for dinner
many nights that week
You showed me where you used to live
with your last ex (there are many)
I’ve joined the lineup
and I’m not eager to see
our once-sacred spots shared, although
in hindsight, it was predictable
your memories still float, caught
in the historic locks of
the Rideau canal
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My cat is auditioning for Hamlet
One of my foster kittens is auditioning for Shakespeare’s Hamlet
— what do you think?
adoptable through Niagara Pets Alive
Moving into a building with an accessible fire escape has been such a gift! I think I spent half my summer basking in the afternoon sun, reading, writing, meditating, philosophizing and watching the squirrels from this spot.
Friday afternoons seem like the perfect time to share some of the pensive poems and ponderings I’ve compiled upon my perch. Please enjoy Firescape Thoughts as we head into each weekend.
Skies
This evening’s clouds are incredible
It’s almost impossible to believe
When you peel back such beauty
You could find such ugliness beneath
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Lost Cleaning Practice
By K. Samways, 2021
Things that were difficult to clean
used to be household staples
Now they are replaced
by smooth and glossy electronics
attracting dust within a square metre radius
making for more efficient chore sessions
We are like quick machines
switching from one task to another
only able to keep an instruction in our mind
for a very brief time
because we must keep
switching
switching
switching
on and off
to this and that
repeat, correct mistakes
respond, complete task
submit
submit
submit
Our sleep is restless
and we no longer question our dreams
or if we do
It is in private, a shy task abandoned
before a journal entry is made on a public platform
until a journal entry is censored on a public platform
and we cry when no one reads our diaries
how unfair
how unjust
how unliked
We are like quick machines
lacking responsibility for our actions
for we were merely programmed by our society
conditioned by the ones we loved
so we are okay with it
because we call it
normal
normal
normal
and if we are not normal, what will others label us?
what would I label myself?
Would I call myself
nice
kind
patient
Do you wonder what was in a woman’s mind
as she dusted her house each day
undistracted by Spotify or cell phone cry
surely not everyone was seduced by day-drinking
and of course they had
morals
morals
morals
What was contemplated? Was it the same as
our current curse?
relentless, mean and negative
thoughts
thoughts
thoughts
If I am like a quick machine
conditioned by culture
groomed by carrot and stick seduction
a good girl’s malediction
only one thing would be
worse
worse
worse
And that would be to waste this opportunity
to instead program my minds to be
peace
peace
peace
love
love
love
joy
joy
joy
So I have filled my house
with objects that I need to
detail and clean with a fine tooth brush
so that I might learn to
focus
focus
focus
And to fill my heart
With precious living beings
I need to cherish and
love
love
love
To begin to set things straight, I clean my house
and my mind simultaneously
no status update needed
The Halfwit Writer 