Wednesday, 25 January 2017

SWAN


When will the tension between
The status, grace and wisdom
Above the surface
Become resolved
With the paddling beneath?

 
Will there be a time,
Will there ever be a time,
When the glide really does come easy,
When the surface, still as mirror,
Reflects the whole soul,

 
Seen and greeted as for the first time,
Acknowledged in raw beauty, whole, anew?
Will there come a time when 
Efforts cease
And consciousness flows as water

 
Going the easiest route,
Pooling resources,
Oozing through life’s meadows,
Relaxing in ripples
Of self- acceptance?

 

 

Wednesday, 18 January 2017

GULLS


 

 Gulls are tearing at the newspaper

Scrapping to get a morsel

Even if there isn’t  one.

A wild, competitive confusion.

I don’t know the collective noun.

A flap perhaps?

Those gulls -

Those desperate, hungry gulls.

On trains, in rooms, in meetings.

Monday, 16 January 2017

ZEN TODAY

Help?

Wednesday, 21 December 2016

REFLECTION

Isn’t it about time
After a lifetime of paddling,
I went to the river?
Sit by the untroubled water
And just be?
See who’s written there
Upon the clear surface?
Do nothing but look?
Meet me there?


Tuesday, 20 December 2016

ZEN TODAY

No me
No mine
No problem.

Friday, 16 December 2016

WHAT THE KINGFISHER DOES FOR CHRISTMAS

Nobody knows
What the kingfisher does for Christmas
Whether, perhaps, holed up in Klosters
With champagne and smoked salmon
Or if, unknown to the tax man,
He has a hideaway in Mustique.
Hibernation seems unlikely.
The bulldog, on the other hand
Ought to be predictable:
A pie and a pint in the local,
The Queen on the telly,
Turkey. Sprouts. Gravy.
But, no.
He’s skiing in Val d’Isere.
Which makes you wonder
If the kingfisher
Is in Barnsley, or Basingstoke.

ZEN TODAY

We'll see.

Thursday, 15 December 2016

ENCOURAGEMENT

"With a mind like yours, you should write," she said,
"You know, books."

"No," I said.
"No. I don't think so."
Excellence enacts devotion.
Devotion enacts excellence.

Wednesday, 14 December 2016

FLAMINGOS


We go to Maguelon,
The sky dark with salt,
Black in the south,

And the Middle Sea tearing at the shore.

The pink question marks

That are flamingos

Unfold into exclamatory flight -
Prehistoric dashes in the grey air,

Red certainties punctuating turmoil.


By the canal, boat debris,

And a café for travellers,

Shut for the winter.

We are here when my questions

Do not find answers.

None found in the cold cathedral.

And, in the etang,

The flamingos land,

Becoming question marks again.


Friday, 9 December 2016

BONSAI

Once, I sent a bonsai,
And the man who got it
Brought me to his home
Where the bonsai was on show,
With all its leaves, midwinter.
When I saw it he coughed
And his wife said they all fell off
But knowing you were coming
I made paper ones
And stuck them on.
That, to me, was love.
And I’ve had loves where the leaves fall off,
But no one makes new ones.


Some trees lose leaves.

Tuesday, 22 November 2016

A PAUSE..... FOR IDEAS

Enough ink has been spilled on the election of the Donald for me to hesitate to put more onto a page.

But the experience of seeing all the coverage, along with the reporting and commentary on Brexit, has been very convincing of the arrogance of the political elite on both sides of the Atlantic and the press corps that follow them. Two results have been howls of the masses, rather than  the nuanced argument of the ruling or media classes. They don't like it.

I didn't like Brexit. I'm not sure I like Trump. Though I am equally unsure, especially in foreign policy matters, that I don't dislike disastrous recent American foreign policy (of which Hilary Clinton was a tired continuation advocate) more than some of the possibilities opened by Mr Trump's tenure.

In both cases - Trump and Brexit - what I am sure is that they are circumstances we have to deal with and make the best of them.

Confidence in our government to do this is shaken by two recent incidents, both of which point to a worrying lack of forethought in our Government's actions.

The first was the handling of Mr Nigel Farage's ludicrously opportunistic claim that he could be a special go between for the UK in the USA, what with him being best mates with Mr Trump 'n all. Our government quickly came out with a statement which quashed his ambition. Now, though, Mr Farage has got his new best mate to tweet in his support. Oops. An only slightly more far sighted government would have thought about this differently at the outset. This was an opportunity to rid the UK of a loose cannon in the forthcoming Brexit negotiations and rob him of a voice in the matter. Park him over in America, as far west as practical, and give him some nonsense title and put him under UK Government discipline because he becomes a civil servant with no domestic voice. Ideal, I'd have thought. But no. Blurting was better!

Blurting has also got the government into hot water this week with the CBI. Putting workers on Boards is the issue. I'm all for workers participation, as my career has demonstrated. But workers on Boards is entirely impractical. Apart from anything else, Board Directors have a primacy in their legal duty to shareholders, not to workers. Change that, and what's the point of them? Anyone with a reasonable brain could see that this will lead the government to conflict with the CBI, the Institute of Directors, and, ironically, the TUC, who now have a reason to claim the government is backsliding on its promise.

What the blurting of this policy really shows is, apart from the obvious lack of forethought, the more subtle absence of ideas. Find an idea, launch it. That's a short route to disaster. Have many ideas, select the best. Much wiser.

To be fair, the government isn't alone in this. Most Companies that I have worked with either as a consultant or an employee simply spend far too little time originating ideas to give them a fund from which to select. Indeed, the norm is often that if you have any new idea at all, no matter how daft, there's a serious danger it becomes the new front runner, not because of its merit, but because no other ideas have been originated instead.

Both Brexit and the Trump phenomenon seem to me a mass Crie de Coeur for new thinking in old fields. Industry, and the government would be wise indeed, in the face of such change, to build the habits of ideation. It may well be that these two newest and biggest political ideas have sprung forth precisely because of its paucity in the first place.