the current outlook

"Ne'er fear man nor beast".

"Eager for the year ahead
And damn pleased",
I said, on this white, bright morning.

I believe every word
Conceivably. And reaching for
Meaning helps to ease my
Roaming soul.

As broken leaves limp down to the
Ground, I know that life will return.
New moons, new tunes
To dance to in the strangeness of all of this.

Untapped horizons which may
Mutate before my eyes
And cause another rotation.
Just as the world spins on it's axis,

I self-learnt didactically
Concurrent perspectives and the
Kaleidoscope of possibility.

A splattered mouse and I think of giving,
A raincloud and I know that seeds will sprout from this,
And the ending of a story brings only more in future for me.

Have I eaten too many bananas?
Overdosed on the Dalai lama?
For I am walking on nothing again -
Not road, not earth, not air, not feet,
But replete with love.

At home in the madness here,
Where the urge to flee flies overhead,
Even lands on occasion -
But I still have my own direction to tread.

Centred in the salt of the
Pit of my stomach,
I hope to have a good old Yorkshire soul.
Away with the faeries but
They'll always be Northern in nature.

Henceforth, I endorse the view
Of multiple everything;
Unsure smiles in the face of danger, and
Goodwill to all men (women and children).