Tuesday, 4 February 2020

Be free

Be free, be free, be free.
I already am what I want to become.
Know, I am already free
My work is already accomplished.
No striving, no push, no reaching
no searching for particular aims.
Everything is complete
Nothing lacking or missing
Nothing to achieve
It already abides within
Go there! Be there!
Be free, be free, be free.

© 27 Jan 20

Tuesday, 28 January 2020

Woodland Wandering

I meet a child
who loves to wander
through open fields, tree-lined lanes
woods of tall, tall trees
reaching skyward.
She rides a pretend horse
canters, jumps and gallops
past houses leading to open countryside.
She feels free in the open air
meandering with no aim.
The fairy-ring of trees atop the hill
is a favourite playground.

I haven’t met this child
in a long, long time.
As she grew
she forgot to love the countryside
and the trees
she abandoned her play-horse
and bussed, or drove.
She forgot the exhilarated breathlessness
of running through fields.

Happily, I found her again today
as we slipped down muddy paths
in the January woods and
early morning light.
We found each other
among tall, tall trees.
© 15 Jan 20

Monday, 27 January 2020

Everywhere is change

The snowdrops are abundant,
signing both the coming spring
and the lingering snow.
The croci peep like sharpened pencil tips
standing in the crayon box.
Green fingers reach through the decaying leaves
to herald spring and warmer weather
and lighter days.
The curling, drying beech leaves
are still golden.
The black crows caw
against a greying sky,
showing the merest sliver of
pale turquoise
before the rain clouds come.
Everywhere is change.

Everywhere is birth and death
side by side.
Coming and going,
growth and decay,
the old and the new.
Can one be distinguished from the other?
Can one occur without the other?

With each breath
and with each step
I feel alive.
Heat courses through the body,
reddening the cheeks
and the tips of my ears.
Eyes can see the colourful signposts
of the coming spring.
Ears can hear the cry of birds,
the footsteps of fellow walkers.
Heart can gladden at the promise of sunshine
and warm days and the need
for less layers of clothes.

And mind can delight in the underlying stillness
from which it all begins.
The stillness one knows in the
quiet contemplation of a meditation hall.
The same stillness
that you and I welcome
with each sound of the bell.
The silence that our teachers’ teachers
taught us to feel, to know, to enjoy.
That silence is palpable when we
call things by their true names.

© 27/2/11

Monday, 9 December 2019

A shift in perception

A shift in energies
from sleep to wake
eyes open
body moves
performing a ritual morning dance
of toileting and dressing.
The sky lightens as
this magnificent orb
rolls slowly towards
our source of energy and life.

A shift in perception
reverting to habitual thinking
believing I wake up, I dress
I greet the morning, the outside dawn.
A shift in perception to right view
I am a dancer
partaking in the dance
of light and dark, moving harmoniously.
The elements and energies
causing this body
to move, think, feel, perceive
are simultaneously creating
what is often called
a beautiful sunrise.

A shift in perception
laying down the cloak of pretence
that I am I, you are you
separated by a vast gulf of
individualism.
Let’s meet in the space
of understanding
of recognition.
The Awakened nature in me greets
the Awakened nature in you.
I apologise for not always viewing you
this way
I don’t always see myself
as One.

A shift in perception
adjusting and balancing.
I greet I.
In this moment
everything is rightly viewed.
In this space
dualistic opposites no longer
hold sway.
In this space of deathlessness
and birthlessness
no right and wrong
nothing to achieve or become
perfection already abounds.

© 8 Dec 19

Wednesday, 4 December 2019

How many ways to say 'I love you'?

Here's a cup of tea
I made you a pizza
I brought your favourite chocolate
Let me do your ironing
I chopped some wood for you
Here's a hand to hold
I made you a card
I knitted you a jumper
I fed your cat
Let me wash your cup
Have the last biscuit
Come and look at this butterfly/ this sunset
Let's watch this programme together
Shall we go for a coffee?
I thought you'd like this book
This made me think of you
I'll put the ice-cream away
Your hair looks nice
Thanks for the text
I want to sit beside you
Will you come with me?
I'll give you a lift
Would you like to borrow this?
I wrote a poem for you
You make me laugh
I want you to have this
Are you watching that tv series?
Shall I light the fire?
I picked you some beans
That colour really suits you
Are you ok?
How was work today?
Can we facetime soon?
I haven't heard from you in a while
Shall we have a cuppa?
What did you think of the book?
Do you need a blanket?
Shall we see this comedian?
Let me show you this
Let's play scrabble
Have you got a key?
What would you like to do?

If we could see
that everything we say
is an expression of love
(sometimes expressed inarticulately)
we might say things in a different way.

© 19 Aug 19





Tuesday, 3 December 2019

Be still, listen with your heart

Be still, listen with your heart
to hear what the universe
needs from you.

Be still, listen with your heart
to what your desires are.
What are you imposing
on the universe?

Be still, listen with your heart
to know the difference
between the two.

© 17 Oct 19

Friday, 1 November 2019

Perfect chaos

I smile, knowing
the gentle crunch of feet on gravel.
I smile, knowing
earth not as a solid entity
but billions of particles vibrating closely.
I smile, knowing
water as holding, guiding, flowing.
I smile, knowing
fire as benevolent, revealing, illuminating.
I smile, knowing
air as a single life force, animating, arranging.
I smile, knowing
space as omnipresent
the essence of every particle and atom.

I smile, seeing
the elements dance in a new, alive way
not holding their usual form.

I listen, to see the essence of birdsong.
I look, to feel the aliveness of air.
I taste, to touch the dance of oneness
as everything rearranges itself
into chaotic perfection and
perfect chaos.

© 24 Oct 19