#mindfulmonday

 

Message from my body to my mind

Thank you
for noticing me
for listening to me
for acknowledging me
for trusting me
for not opposing me
for your gentleness
for your kind thoughts
for your attention
for your lack of criticism
Thank you
for listening to me.

© 19 Nov 20

 

For Barbara

 A woodland burial 

a joyful celebration 

a hay barn full of love 

a hay barn full of grief 

a request to wear purple 

a bell and a poem 

a favourite piece of music 

a hillside full of space 

a family in loss 

a family held in love 

a clear bright sky 

a gorgeous setting sun 

a cry of geese 

a symbol of Sangha 

a flowering cherry tree 

a joyful celebration 

a reminder to live 

a reminder to love

© 6 Nov 20

Waiting for ideas to settle

What will emerge?
Whatever it is
trust
all will be well.
I'm eager to meet you
eager to hear you
to discover our connection
our mutual understanding.
I feel your eagerness too.

We stand together
in a place of love
listening to the open silence
in which everything is held
nothing can harm it
or interrupt it.

We stand together
in an endless, limitless
place of love.

© 19 Nov 20

Which path to choose?

 Where do I choose to dwell?
What world do I create for myself?
Stand at the crossroads
which path do I choose?
This road leads to freedom
this one to bondage.
This way leads to light
though it may be treacherous terrain.
This way leads to darkness
though it appears smooth and easy.
This track leads to community and
shared experience.
This track leads to a single, lonely life.
This lane leads to knowing, being
though it feels like
continual becoming.
This lane leads to certainty
and spiritual deafness.
This walk leads to peace
each step along the way peaceful.
This walk leads to doubt.
Fear and longing at every step.

Stand at the crossroads
which path do I choose?
There is no choice.
I long ago chose
the treacherous terrain
stumbling in unknowing
all the while confident
I walk with the light.

© 31 Oct 20

#mindfulmonday

 

Dust motes

Thoughts and ideas
are dust motes
dancing in the light.
They are not the light
merely revealed by it.
The light consciousness
allows the transitory dust motes
to be seen as
coming and going
dancing and moving.

Pay attention to the light
not the dust motes.
Pay attention to the stillness
not the movement.
The light consciousness
allows seeing
and knowing.

© 30 Oct 20