Winter

Sleet, snow, frost, my toes
Have hardly been as icey
As my runny nose.

Asleep

I'm so tired
I just can't fall asleep
The way I used to
And it's driving me to distraction
I want to sleep all day
So I can't sleep at night
My whole life is back-to-front
So I don't know if it's day or night sometimes
And I wonder if all is right within me.

Poetry, Art & Lint

For the Best

Sometimes there's no way to put into words
What goes inside my head and heart
Maybe that's for the best,
But I don't know.

There must be someplace or someone who
Would be willing to just stop, look
Listen and hear these dreams
Swirling here inside.

Ascending and Descending

(NB. Click on the image to see the full-scale image)

"Ascending and Descending"
M.C. Escher, 1960, lithograph.

He said of this illustration:

"We imagine we are climbing: every step is about 20cm high, terribly exhausting and where does it get us? Nowhere; we donlt get one step further or higher. Descending, rolling downhill deliciously, doesn't work for us either."

For me, in so many ways, this image represents the contemporary church, altho it would never see itself this way. So any are working so hard to walk the walk, yet it is getting them nowhere. Only one os looking on wondering WTF...? And yet there is just one who is looking outwards into the community surrounding their own closed community, sunk deep in depression, lost in the hopelessness of being unable to make any difference...

Lint of the Week

How's this for a hairstyle, eh...? lol