Freedom to Think

Patience for the patient

Pursuading and cajoling to ballast up my rightness

to tell my falsehood and hide my uptightness

Wasting years and years climb stairs to no place fine

polish up the outside with muted golden shine


My coat of many colours, vanity's bright hue

But another deception to make my slip ups true

Words escape like chimney smoke

Crap that pours out some kind of joke


Tis just my thinking true, but its safe to see the trigger

I know I am in play when I speak out with such vigour

I watch the patterns crawling like lead clouds lowering grey

Giving in to the constancy of the small voice every day


I learned about being present, about living in the now

but that is where the voice makes plans, seeks alliances and vow

So what to make, and how to boundary, this scandalous mess of eels

How to speak my truth, ring out the bells with zeal


My troth, my truth you see is not as I say, not even what I speak, on any given day


My truth is my deeds, and the moments betwixt each

My truth is when I cease to try, to learn instead of teach

My truth is the tears, and smiles and anger too

My truth is that the power of love brings me back to you


The false man in his colour coat tied at the nape

The false man in his idolotry standing all agape

The false man still a child stood upon the step

The false man of ineptitude, tis all about his rep


When all see my disharmony, and yet I am at peace

then and only then will the false man's voice be ceased

And so I gather and I thresh and I sit upon hard ground

And I learn the skill of patience for my time will come around

If you should find yourself wholly perplexed and in dire straits, have patience, for patience is the key to joy......Jalaluddin Rumi

Journeys of Jackman ..The wanderings, musings, learning and thoughts from one man who woke up


Put it back in its box once in a while and let your instincts be your guide,after all they do have 5 million years of human practice behind them........


Tis just my thinking......