Farm in faeryland

We walked in the woods
to where the faeries
play Pooh sticks on the bridge and
dance along the fallen tree-trunk.

We sat to lunch on the wall
and hillside above the bridge
and snoozed, while the faeries
stole away our cake crumbs.

We munched on wild garlic leaves
while the faeries collected
wood anemones and violets
to make their dresses.

We did not see the faeries
bathe in the river or
drop pine cones on our heads or
creep up behind us as we
discussed the names of local fauna.

The flowers sang to us
of the faeries’ adventures and
the trees whispered to us
of the faeries’ tricks
as we wandered unknowingly
through the woods.

© 8 May 15

Skylarks

We are skylarks
riding the breeze
of the divine breath.

We are skylarks
glistening in the sun
of the divine light.

We are skylarks
singing in space
the song of the divine.

We are skylarks
dancing in the heartspace
of divine beauty.

We are skylarks
larking about
seeing everything as play.

© 4 May 15

I’ll meet you here

Laying down the cloak of
an imaginary, individual self,
the one I burden myself with
throughout the day,
laying down the cloak of
an imaginary, individual self,
I am free
I am ready to be myself
with no limits
nothing to bind me
nothing to hold me.
I am willing to walk
into the space that
completely envelopes me and
intertwines with my breath,
being, heart and core
until I cannot tell
what is space and what is me.

My breath is not just breath
my being is now just being
my heart is now just heart
my core is now just core.

I am unfettered by the limits
of ordinariness, of being human.
I bathe, dance and delight
in space, my true nature
in which I can walk
naked and unashamed.
I am willing to forgo
certainty and knowing
for a life of being known.
I am willing to leave behind
fear, insecurity and doubt
for a moment of complete freedom
both scary and utterly safe
as it emerges step by step.

Here the light is so bright
I cannot see the path, yet
my heart senses it.
Letting go,
I can easily find it.
Letting go,
there is no more becoming.
I bathe, dance and delight
in the light shining
from my own heartspace
intermingling with the true light,
no more inside and outside
no more mine and other.
I bathe, dance and delight
in oneness, my true nature.

I’ll meet you here.

© 14 May 15

Space

Breathing in
breathing out
resting in the space between.
I fell through the space
to dance with
the calling gulls.
We swam together
inseparable in our movements.
Merging.
No more me and the gull
no more moving in the space
just space,
space spreading in the ten directions
space reaching to every corner
of the cosmos
and beyond.
Just space,
space and
infinite light.

© 4 May 15

A blank canvas

Let’s start each day
as a blank canvas and
only paint on it
deep expressions of love
that lighten the heart
settle the mind and
bring the being home.

Let’s start each moment
as a blank canvas and
only paint on it
that which will improve
the beauty of a blank canvas
and remind those who look on it
of love, light and
being at home.

© 3 May 15

I met

I met a one upon the path and
asked, ‘where are you going?’
‘nowhere’ came the reply
‘what do you do?’ ventured I
‘nothing’.
Puzzled I continued further
‘where have you come from?’
‘nowhere’
‘but why are you here?’
‘to meet you’
‘and what have you to say to me?’
‘nothing’.

These answers frustrated me.
Here was a one
coming from nowhere, going nowhere,
with nothing to do, nothing to say and
nothing to carry.
‘Who are you?’

I looked again at the one and
saw myself,
but not myself
a quiet, non-busy, still version of myself,
unconcerned with the cares of the world
not thinking or behaving
in the usual way
not having to achieve anything or
be a particular way
just being.

I smiled as we fell into step and
moved along together.
I found myself upon the path.

© 3 May 15

Forgetting and remembering

I have just returned from a wonderful retreat over the bank holiday weekend that was full of space and light and people recognising oneness - what a wonderful experience!
I also wrote several poems on the retreat, as often happens when I give myself the time and space to notice what is happening without and within. I'll be sharing these over the next few days.
Here is the first one -

For-getting
looking out
seeing many instead of one.

Re-membering
looking in
knowing one in place of many.

For-getting
holding on
wanting to control, grasp, take charge.

Re-membering
letting go
letting things turn in their own way.

For-getting
noise, agitation and
too many words.

Re-membering
silence, stillness,
being instead of becoming.

Re-membering
being whole
being oneness, being complete.

© 1 May 15