19940120

When We Get Old

20 January 1994


Dream l dreamt about that one that is
You now;
You know that l do still dream and I
Know that you do also;

Dream l dreamt again that we would
Talk ‘ever;

Dream l dreamt about, you know:
Your eyes, your self; your mouth;

Dream l talk to you, even thee i sing...

Dream among your head, fast asleep in bed;
Watching over you watching over me;
Passing time would be so well, as you say,
When we get old;
I hope the elegance never wares and our
Freedom is a waltz, don‘t you know;
We have secret communicated so much so
That we still know our hearts do bind;
Yea, I change my mind every so and so;
I hope that you can see the love you have
For me is a treasure I do stow
As I meander on the go;

Dream, l dreamt you did, dream about
You...
Me...
But darling I must tell, 'twas not just
What you dreamed!
l was there. you see, and you were there
in me;

My cheeks flushed like a rose, you'd walk
in, everyone knows;

We do... we stay afraid for what we tend
To mean;
I say I mean to mean nothing
And that's not what I mean;

Dream away the means to end the dreams
Of means and meaning to end;
There's not one, don‘t you know!
Perhaps what made me happy,
Was seeing me seeing you;

I read The youngest letters still flushing
My face and shaky hands;
Miss, l can not lie,
Too much to take from them...
Swelling billows swelling flashing
Jittery all,
I may fall, but 'ts alright;
I can glide
Deep inside
My dream
With you;
Still enjoying my kissed cheek.

When We Get Old - (20 January 1994) - © Alexander Blair Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1998 - 2017 #Poetry
When We Get Old - (20 January 1994) - © Alexander Blair Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1998 - 2017 #Poetry

When We Get Old - (20 January 1994) - © Alexander Blair Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1998 - 2017 #Poetry
When We Get Old - (20 January 1994) - © Alexander Blair Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1998 - 2017 #Poetry


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19940117

Pashyati | पश्यति


17. Jan. 1994





Oh the sadness
The eternal blindness
Yet, one knows of the eye
Always it is seeing
Change,
Flash;
Blindness.

Oh, the joy!
The eternal creation
By the eternal blind 
That makes one blind 
Ready to see.

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Hey, Brahma! You there, sleeping—creating!
Hey, Vishnu! You there, playing—preserving!
Hey, Siva! You there, dancing—Destroying! 

A U M

Hey, Atman, you there, careless, just enjoying It All.



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Poetry by Alex Nuttall, title: Pashyati - Seeing, Original Date: 19940117 – © Alex Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1994 – 2017 – Retro-published 20170914.

Enjoying the role the Hindu gods play is enough to brighten the day of the spiritual traveler who drops his birth myths for something new. Somehow the explanation hits to the root center. Mankind wants an explanation for the good and bad. Mostly mankind want a promise of the good.

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