Dear Friends,
thank you for following me on my journey of mindfulness.
I am relocating my poems onto my website.
You can find all new posts here https://the-creative-space.org.uk/poems
I'm beginning with moving some of my favourite poems onto my website.
I hope you will continue to follow my poems.
Much love Lauri
What is a “Lauri”?
Who is she? Where is she?
Look deeply
if we picture a ‘self, person, living being, lifespan’
these are limitations placed on space
they divide, define, delineate, differentiate.
Look deeply
these limitations dissolve, disintegrate, disappear.
Physically
she is blood, bone, sinew, muscle, bodily fluids, hair, nails, skin.
Undifferentiated from all beings.
Emotionally
she is a conduit for passing thoughts, feelings, and emotions.
They are not hers
they are universal energies passing through a human form.
They are of the historical dimension
of coming and going
past, present and future.
Undifferentiated from all beings.
Spiritually
she is Oneness itself
a being of the Ultimate dimension
a being full of light and love.
Where does she begin and end?
These notions cannot be delineated.
All descriptors of her are not entirely true.
She is not a mother, wife, daughter, sister, aunt, cousin, friend, artist, teacher.
She is not limited by how you see, picture or remember her.
There is not a Lauri-shaped vessel
with a particular size and form.
Her essence,
your essence, our essence
is love, light, Oneness.
Undifferentiated.
© 6 Sep 21
I am turned around
to meet myself
full of perfect peace and purity.
In the Now
there is no place and time
there are no boundaries or limits.
There is no light to turn on
or off
the light already shines
constantly
steadily.
Take off the covers
that hide the light.
Be with those who
let your light shine brightly.
The light shines everywhere
unaffected by individual forms.
It is our understanding
that comes and goes.
Take off the covers
that hide the light.
Let your light shine brightly.
© 20 Jun 21
Here I am
trusting, willing, vulnerable
putting my heart in your hands.
Treat it kindly, gently, lovingly.
We are two halves become whole
become One.
We are two missing pieces
completing the jigsaw puzzle.
We are bigger and better together.
Life is easier with your hand in mine
your shoulder to rest on.
Life is an adventure we share together
a perilous boat-ride
cresting waves and surfing shallows.
Holding on to each other
we can cruise triumphantly
in to safe harbour.
Our need for one another
is primordial
as sunshine and rain.
We are two halves become whole
become One.
© 5 Jun 21
Being here
a moment
beyond space and time
dimensionless
utterly free.
This moment overspills
into other moments
without boundaries
borderless
shapeless
fluid, limitless
unfolding and perfection
certain, knowing
warm, glowing.
A thought dances in
butterfly-like
flitting from flower to flower.
I watch
the beauty of this moment
this endless moment
undisturbed.
Peace is present
a constant foundation
background and foreground
sustaining all that moves and rests.
Sustaining all.
© 5 Jun 21
The quiet of the June morning
belies the burgeoning garden growth
it’s plethora of leaves, buds, flowers, fruit.
Birdsong celebrates a
cyclical symphony of
growth and change
flourish and decay.
I focus on the beauty of fullness
hesitantly acknowledging
everything has a flow
a dance of movement and rest
rising and falling.
Decaying leaves are nourishment
for future growth.
Don’t resist the energy of change.
Be a dancer
go with the flow.
© 5 Jun 21
The sunrise called me out of bed.
It’s pinkness filled my window
drew me outside
where the morning thronged
with invisible birdsong.
The green grass and reddish brown earth
danced a complementary dance.
The distant hills moulded in mist.
The horses nodded genteelly.
The world was alive, yet silent
not quite woken up.
We wandered through woods and fields and lanes
silent and welcoming.
Glad to be awake and alive.
Thank you to the sunrise
for calling me out of bed.
© 28 May 21
Always running, never arriving
What next? What next?
The thought-train thunders
hither and thither
always moving, never still.
What can help?
Get off the train!
Movement never arrives
never ceases.
Awareness is stillness.
Don’t miss stopping at the station.
No need to keep hurtling forward.
Take a breath.
Rest.
Awareness is stillness.
© 23 May 21
I am here, body, mind and spirit in Oneness.
I present myself to you
I offer my presence
I’m here for you
I’m willing to listen,
to hear, to feel, to acknowledge.
I stand in the presence of Oneness
I melts away, Oneness only is present.
This gift I give to myself
being present, being full and whole.
What great gift is there than presence?
Being here, for ourselves
for each other
dissolving difference.
© 20 May 21
Togetherness and presence
are joyful qualities of home.
No need for mind to be off
dancing on some distant shore
or out among galaxies.
No need for mind to be
swirling mundanely round
the supermarket with a
long list of ‘should’ and ‘to-do’s.
Coming home I am free.
Qualities such as fear and mistrust
can be laid on the doorstep
no need to invite them in.
Home is here and now
Mind and body anchored together as One.
Togetherness and presence
are joyful qualities of home.
© 20 May 21
Don’t jump in
don’t rush to find words
let silence envelope you
immerse you in
it’s welcoming presence.
Wait
to hear, truly hear
what is reverberating in silence.
Burbling clouds roll above
thunder clouds
full of words and bluster
saying nothing.
Below
is a deep, calm well of peace
quiet and still
unmoving
unperturbed
by the thunder clouds above.
Here in this deep well of peace
are words to pay attention to.
Heed what these words say,
full of space and knowing.
© 15 May 21
Walking in the garden for the last time
I wonder who will harvest and enjoy the potatoes
not yet ready to be unearthed.
Who will share in the juiciness of the raspberries not yet seasoned?
Who will pick and sample the apples growing so abundantly
on the ancient-looking trees?
Will it be left to the birds, and the caterpillars
and worms to enjoy these delicacies?
After twenty-five years of love and care
the owners are moving out and
it is not yet known
who will move in.
Will the new owners be gardeners?
Will they appreciate the work and devotion
that has maintained this garden over two and a half decades?
Will they know to leave the seed heads for the birds to feast on?
Will they sit on the bank on warm summer evenings
and recognise the variety of birdsong
and watch the sun sink behind the house?
This garden has been created and nurtured
through a generation,
allowing children to play and grow up and
fall out of trees that stand like ancient monuments;
allowing its owner to paint here
every day,
capturing the new life of crocus bulbs
and pear blossom.
Now it is to be left behind,
a secret garden that has no one
to whisper its secrets to,
a hidden oasis in the midst of
a bustling market town,
unknown to the shoppers and farmers who wander
on the other side of its walls.
Now it has been let go of,
been surrendered to the seasons and
the vagaries of unknown new owners.
And in the letting go
a new garden can begin to live elsewhere.
The beauty and nourishment palpable in this garden
does not come only from the trees and flowers and
sculptural thistles that tower above our heads,
but from the owners, whose
love and tenderness and patience and attention
have created this garden
and these attributes go with them
to be born again in
new earth,
with new plants and trees
and soon the birds will come and sing
and enjoy the feasts generously offered to them.
© 13 Jul 13
Walking this path
everyone meets stones
which cut their feet,
tree roots to trip over,
no-entry signs
and locked gates,
boulders that seem impassable.
Walking this path
our shared experience
is suffering
if that’s what we choose to focus on.
Our shared humanity
can also be joy and happiness
in accompanied walking,
helping each other
to notice stones,
avoid the tree roots,
find a new path
around the no-entry signs,
offer a helping hand
with the impassable boulders.
Our shared experience can be
not minding the stones or tree roots,
not complaining about the locked gates,
accepting the boulders,
and still finding
a reason to be joyful and happy
as we journey together
step by step.
© 26 Apr 21
Who do I say that I am?
Silence is always sounding.
Do I listen to the sound
reverberating energetically
or the silence from which
the sound is sprung?Silence is always sounding
often covered by noise.
I spend my day
telling myself
“mortal am I”
and with this death sentence
fear, doubt, confusion and unease
accompany as apocalyptic horsemen.
In a moment of awakening
a moment of reality
I hear the true sound
“immortal am I”
“love am I “
“peace am I”.
Everything changes.
Hearing moves from
sound to silence.
Externally
everything continues.
Internally
all is quiet, still, joyful.
Simply a change of direction
a shift from mortal to immortal.
Silence is always sounding
if choose to hear.
“immortal am I”
“love am I “
“peace am I”.
© 25 Apr 21
Green stalk
emerging buds
held tight and close
gently peeling apart
more growth
reaching out from the central stalk
declaring their own bellness
same yet different.
Slender branch
ending in bell
a protective sleeve
letting it go.
Dancing bells
singing bells
fullness already decaying.
As the floweriness reaches fullness
it is already dying.
Which is the stage of perfection?
Blossoming is brief.
Enjoy each step along the way.
© 22 Apr 21
It’s taking too much energy
this concern that you choose
to avoid rather than address.
Be present to it’s needs
then let it go.
Don’t deplete your energy
with unnecessary
worries and agitations.
Avoidance takes more energy
than addressing a situation.
Turn towards it
say hello
listen to it’s needs
and let it go.
Be free of it and
let it be free of you.
© 22 Apr 21
The sound of the bell
flows on and on
and I follow.
It’s sound gently dissipates
into quiet emptiness
full of attention
and heartsease.
How to describe
this place-less place?
Feeling is not adequate.
The bell leads me home
where questions adorn the trees
as beautiful garlands.
Possibilities spring from the earth
as gorgeous flowers.
The qualities of contentment and ease
vibrate on the breeze.
The sound of the bell
gently tugs my heartstrings
opening, releasing, allowing.
Welcoming joyfulness sings
from every leaf.
This place-less place
immediately recognisable
completely comfortable
uncontainable.
This place-less place
where I am known
and know myself
whole
requiring nothing
absolutely free.
© 22 Apr 21
Here we are in the midst of both
growth and fullness.
No beginning, no end.
In this moment
there is both
arriving and completeness.
Each seed contains
the whole cosmos
both new life and fullness.
Conditions allow
a miracle to arise
so mundane we may miss it
without eyes to see
and hearts to acknowledge.
Each One contains everything
Each One contains All.
An indication of connectedness
and interconnection.
We are all woven into
a web of life
moving and growing together.
Inter-nourishing.
In this moment
there is both
arriving and completeness.
© 22 Apr 21
What is the song of today?
Each day a new song
filled with kindness and ease.
What do I need to fulfil?
How do I nourish myself
this day?
What is the song of today?
It combines
silence, connection, understanding.
It ends resting in the knowledge
I am a free being
nothing to achieve
nothing to prove.
What is the song of today?
it’s refrain echoes
and repeats.
I am a free being.
Each day a new song
ending with silence.
© 15 May 21
Joining in
with a body already breathing
joining in
with mediation always vibrating.
There is no doer
no being
to begin and end meditation.
Pure awareness is the essence
in which the world and all creation
moves, lives, flows.
Space is a description
of the quality present in meditation.
The space
alive, singing, vibrating
tangible in the heartspace
recognisable as peace and
deep contentment.
All is well.
© 18 Apr 21
