True home and refuge

What is a true home?
A place of safety, a refuge
relax and be myself
full of comfort and ease
familiar
breathe out and let go
a place indestructible and
therefore, not physical
a place to return to at any moment
full of great beauty
pleasing to ear and eye.

I have spent many years
searching for an external
physical abode
that does not exist
not yet recognising
 my true home within.

Always present
a refuge dwelling in the heartspace
open and receptive
for those tuned to hear.

My refuge is meditation
being quietly myself
closing out
external sounds and distractions
coming back to myself
as an entire, perfect whole
no needs or desires
nothing lacking or missing.

The refuge of myself is immanent
present
full of presence
joyous
precious
maintained through diligent attention.

A true acknowledgement of
‘the peace that passeth all understanding’
an eternal reality
unchanging, undiminished
calm and quiet
an abode of love
full of qualities
peace
consideration
kindness
compassion
generosity
love.

© 28 Jan 19

What is life

What is life
except
a dance
to be danced without
learning the steps.

a song
to be sung without
knowing the words.

a path
to be trod without
seeing the way.

a breath
to be breathed without
knowing from whence it came.

a love
to be loved without
any expectation.

an impulse
to be followed without
claiming it as mine.

a joy
to be exalted without
any reservation.

© 13 Jan 19

Death befalls us

Witness grief
resolutely clinging
to a hopeless belief
of immortality.

Witness grief
determinedly searching in shadows
constantly missing the light.

Deathlessness
does not dwell here
among life
find it in the realms of
angels and spirits
circumnavigating this orb.

Witness grief
hopelessly claiming
‘this is mine’
unable to let go.

Deathlessness
does not dwell here
among the changing
seek it in the unchanging
the heart-beat
pulse of energy
singing through silence
sounding through visions
surrounding our everyday life
as a cloak
invisible to the naked eye
known only by the soul.

Witness the ease
with which
death befalls us
as simply as the falling
of a wave that arose
a natural conclusion.

Witness death
as the closing of a door
the turning of a key
never to be unturned.

The only way is onward.

© 13 Jan 19

The cold is full of clarity

Creeping into outside darkness
as if
forbidden territory.
Wondering what silent beings
silent creatures
we may disturb?
Who peers out from dense tangled branches at us?
Who dangles Puck-like from the trees
waiting to play some mischief or trick?

What silent beings
spirit guides
hover unseen watching our every move?
Whispering to our unhearing ears.

Spirits
filling the vastness between
earth and the stars
I am ready to hear you
I am willing to listen
I appeal to you for assistance
guide my footsteps.

I had not planned to venture
into the cold
but something
someone drew me.
And the cold was full of clarity
shaking out dullness
as if I have been moving
in a half-sleep for days.

I hear your call
and I answer with my body
with my presence.
© 7 Jan 19

Be a channel

Be a channel
feel the energy
flowing through

Take out the stoppers
feel the stars
coursing through you

Let in the rain and wind

Feel the energy
let it move you

Be a channel.

© 5 Jan 19

True Home

Come!
Come with me
come home
come to your refuge
a beauty within.

Be
be quietly yourself
a joyous presence.

Rest
Rest in the true reality
full of giving
full of loving.

Come
be
at rest.

© 26 Dec 18

Christmas Eve night

Christmas Eve night
visible stars
singing triumphantly.

A merry band of singers
jubilantly celebrating

celebrating
a seed of awakening
a baby born to lead us
to truthfulness.

Celebrating
a baby bodhisattva
a baby whose name will be
repeated
revered
for thousands of years.

A message of love and light
passed on through generations
teaching us
peacefulness and
love for all.

© 25 Dec 18