Three Poems

By Iona

Forgetfulness

Forgetfulness is the thing that happens
Often.
It takes over
Disguised as an acquaintance from a long time ago.
It shrinks
The being
Into an image of an image
A copy without an original.

In so many words
i’ve been told
That nothing is left behind.
But then why does this thought or that
This upset
That uncomfortable laughter
This tone of voice
Bubble up at the worst possible time?
Everything remains
While everything goes
In a way it goes
In another it stays
An impression.
Seeds of the past
Spring as the present.
If only i knew how not to forget
That they are not real.

From here to there 

From here to there
There is
Just a little left
But it seems that
Everything is getting in the way
Or nothing
A whirlwind of thoughts
That keeps spinning
The same whirlwind
The same thoughts
That think that I am That
But i am not
But i don’t know.

There is

There is
Now
Like it never was.
Something lifted from the mind.
Lightness
Presence
Light.
Now
The chattering stops.
The heart opens.
I
Becomes present.
There is
The possibility of freedom.