Change

In an uncertain, shifting world
what makes us think
we can fix things
hold on to things
create permanence and
stop change?

Is the reality of transition and becoming
so scary
that we prefer to create
make-believe castles where we imagine
we are safe,
it will be better if things do not change?

Change is the aliveness
the vital force that
quickens the blood
sets the heart racing
reminds us we are alive.

It is also a fluid path
where the next step is unclear
the way ahead appears to be
shrouded in darkness
until we arrive in each moment
to discover a place
so full of light
we still cannot see into the future
yet the light embraces our being
in friendliness, in love.

For now, we can let go of
all the holding on,
the grasping that
keeps us fearful
keeps us small
and dance in the light
of the now moment
enjoying the shifting path as
the true nature of our glorious being.

© 28 Jun 15

Change audio

Foxgloves

I am delighted by
the glorious audacity of foxgloves
to sow themselves
wherever they choose
with no thought of the
carefully laid plans of humans.

I am delighted by
the glorious audacity of foxgloves
to tower over other plants
in their beauty and
create a feasting haven for bees.

I am delighted by
the glorious audacity of foxgloves
in indicating we need not
control as much as we think and
everything will still be okay.

© 25 Jun 15

Can we hear its call?

Can we hear its call?

A bell of mindfulness
is sounding in all corners of the earth.
Wake up, wake up
can we hear its call?
A rally
not to arms
but to peace, to oneness
to unity and wakefulness.
A call to decommission guns and knives
and decommission the seeds of violence
that taint our minds and
darken our thoughts.

A bell of mindfulness
is sounding throughout the cosmos.
Wake up, wake up
can we hear its call?
An invitation
to lay down notions
of right and wrong and seeking revenge.
An invitation to sit together and
be together and
nourish our interbeingness.

A bell of mindfulness
is sounding in every part of the earth.
Wake up, wake up
can we hear its call?
We are all sisters and brothers,
we are all children of mother Earth.
Can we see the family home is suffering?
Can we hear the cries of pain?

A bell of mindfulness
is sounding.
Wake up, wake up
can we hear its call?

© 23 Jun 15

Sometimes

Sometimes
you meet someone
who is already a friend
who already speaks
from heart to heart
not head to head.
There is no need
to go through the niceties
of getting to know
one another
because we already know.

Sometimes
you meet someone
whose heart dances with yours.
The space between ‘you’ and ‘me’
disappears
and there is less to say
because it is already shared
in the heartspace.

Recently
I found you
I knew you were such a one.

© 21 June 15

Sometimes audio

Peony buds

The tight peony buds
reflect as our morning nature
as we arrive
individually
unsure and uncertain
of what the day will bring.

The warmth of good company and
the light of shared knowledge
allows us to relax, let go
as the peony buds
gently open up
petal by petal.

At the close of the day
we are among friends
revelling in a day of
shared experiences and
being together.
We are all blooming gorgeous!

© 14 Jun 15