When that happens?

A ginger cat called Flash slinks through my garden regularly ignoring me as if I am vapour.
It’s four in the morning and I sit at my desk and thinks.
The streetlamp across the road is in a forty-five second on/off cycle.
Suddenly, poof, I have found an answer.

The answer is the SUN.

However, all the other questions I have, sadly, remain stubbornly unanswered. Two things generally happen to me: Either I am flooded with opinions or drowned in silence.
Instead, I really want to be surrounded by clarity and then engage with resolve.
I think that if I separate myself into an infinite number of parts it should be easier to become part of the whole, go with the flow and emerge with the answers.
To do that I cease thinking. Now I am not. The ‘I’ becomes an ‘It’ without an ego attached or a particular outcome expected.
I realise quickly that if this was the way it should be I would be a brainless grain of sand on a beach or a rock. After all, I am only one in a few billion not a googol gazillion. I’m special. Although…from a uni/multiversal point of view I’m so small making out I’m such a big deal, and in competition to the dumb universe, that my brain blows a fuse every time I try comprehending just a bit of this magnitude.

I start thinking again and I decide to ignore stuff like the Brexit.
I always wanted to live on an island and I trusted the wisdom of age to make visionary decisions and not create a dystopia. I just revised that.
Some things are so stupid they stick out like a grumbly square wheel with a puncture.
Democracy: a 49% – 51% guillotine; a really worn out flat tire and no wizzkid, political scientist or other boff rewriting that dusty, outdated bible. Ouch!

I still want to live on an island, but not that one.

I wonder what the sun thinks every day?
Just warm them up and give them life, they’ll come right some time.
Clearly, when you come from a sunny (dis)position, you can make better decisions. You gotta blame it on the weather. It would drive anyone bonkers and vote ‘Exit.’
And, in hindsight, to decide matters of such profound importance and far-reaching consequences during or after a full moon, when the sun is past the solstice and in pouring rain, shows a disconnectedness and ignorance, dare I say arrogance, towards all of nature’s powerful forces.


Now what? Another illusion? More reality?
Nothing, clueless, lost?
Hop on board.

Dude, Dudie, Duds

I thought of your cat whose name I didn't get
 But it's not important so I really won't fret
 Worried he's not either, I'm willing to bet
 Especially where previously we'd already met
Did he call me by name or show me disdain?
 Not at all, he spoke to me seeming perfectly sane
 And trusting that I was too
 we became friends without further ado
 No naming at all, what for, we both think?
 I know you without this common, predominantly human link
And if I let them, whoever they are
 they'll probably devise a number and a code like a bar
 and then scan me and file me and categorise me
 never to know me, only to show me and see me from far
I don't need your name and fit no one's frame
 To you I'm a cat and I don't play your game
 So don't belittle me with your silly names
 Ineffable I am and unapproachable in fame
Rise to my level and speak without words
 we can think to each other just like the birds
 Cause when I sit there and dream or look like I sleep
 I'm in a world you'd be breathless to peep