India November 10th 2025
Ayurvedic Clinic
Stretcher my Soul in through the front door
Wheel my body in the back
I’m broken in so many ways!
MOT my Spirit
Infuse me with Light and Perfection
I’m powered by fire-lighters nowadays
I’m a garage box full of past beliefs
From Zen to the Mahavishnu Orchestra
Via Zoroastrianism and back
I need Ayurvedic repair before the sun goes down
That orange biscuit dunked in the turbulent froth
Of waves pounding down from Kochi
(Queen of the Arabian Sea)
No hope for poor old me
Too many years of living in the fast lane
I’m derailed a thousand miles from home
Washed up on the shore
Like a tide of scummy plastic waste
The powerful waves down on the beach
‘sucker punch’ the weak ones
Torrential rain
Sudden as a change of mind
Pelts on banana leaves like rim shots
Skat drumming?
Gene Krupa at his best!
Temple winds
Scented
Drift over a comatose dog
Stray
Sleeping in the shade of a moped
Rooms for Hire – with or without AC?
Life with or without passion?
“Man is made by his beliefs. As he believes, so he is”
Bougainville flowers startle and wake the eyes
I find peace
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Malcolm Paul
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