Monday, 30 March 2020

Splendid

There’s a rather splendid sky
out there
pinks and oranges
elongating space

There’s a rather splendid sky
in my heart
where all the singing birds
find a home.

© 31 Oct 18

Saturday, 28 March 2020

Light as love

Being together
arriving together
no happy accident
all has been arranged
energy of joy vibrating
light manifesting as love
friends happily together

The room is full of light
describing Oneness
vibrating now as
knowledge
understanding
beauty
What vibrations are you receiving?
What are you tuned into?
Love is palpable
singing from each atom
light as love.

© 7 Mar 20

Thursday, 26 March 2020

Expressions of love

Shining sun
singing birds
glistening frost
cold morning air
heart greeting
everything is
an expression of love.

© 6 Mar 20

Tuesday, 24 March 2020

Local lanes

I walk from the house
round local lanes
full of silence and emptiness.
I meet only curious cows and
singing birds.
The empty lanes are full
zinging with life and energy
the season ready to spring forth.
All I see is a reflection of my heart
joyous, calm, immeasurably peaceful.
Love abounds
the substance of every molecule
of greening moss
reflecting puddle
squelching mud.
The open sky
the rain-filled clouds
the grandeur of the trees
each pulsating love
raining love
being love.
© 4 Mar 20

Sunday, 22 March 2020

Breath is a lullaby

Breath is a lullaby
singing us into wakefulness
to a realm of light
being
knowing.
Ego is left behind
heart enters singing joy
as freely as birdsong.

© 3 Mar 20

Friday, 20 March 2020

These words

These words are infused with space
with silence
they do not arise from the mind
they are not received by the ears
they are not known in the mind.
These words echo through timeless space
waiting for a receptor
waiting for one who understands
These words are infused with space
with silence
I make no claim to them
they are not for me
they are to be proclaimed
and set free
for other ears to hear.
© 2 Mar 20

Wednesday, 18 March 2020

Chaos is a crucible

Chaos is a crucible
into which everything
we think we know
is tossed and tumbled
readjusted and reinvented.
What emerges will be fresh and new
free of the dust from
habitual ways of thinking and behaving.

Don’t fear the crucible of chaos
fear only not being made anew
fear emerging the same as before
fear not waking up to this
precious opportunity.
© 17 Mar 20

Monday, 2 March 2020

Offer yourself to the universe

Now is the time to offer yourself
to the universe
to stand open-hearted and wait
wait to see where your talents
will be drawn to.

Now is the time to offer yourself
to the universe
to say ‘I am here, I am ready,
I am willing’
and to listen
listen to what the universe
requires of you
which may be exactly
what you are doing
right now
offering
waiting
listening
loving

© 26 Feb 20

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