Here is the passion

Here is the passion
here is the fire
my heart has been longing for.
Here is the language
my tongue could not put words to.

My ordinary life is torn asunder
to reveal
a shell, exquisitely fashioned
creating and reflecting light
creating and reflecting beauty.

The façade of ordinariness
is shattered
into thousands of fragments
and I am left whole
untouched, unsullied
full of light and beauty.

Here is the passion
here is the fire
my heart has been longing for.

© 16 Apr 16

Rainbow dancing

There is a rainbow dancing within me

vibrating, healing. 

A play of colours moving in harmony
nourishing, healing. 

Tiny molecules of light 

shimmering, dancing. 

A harmonious concord 

playing, healing. 

Growing up out of the root

undulating, healing. 

Moving skyward in a surge
rhythmically, healing. 

Releasing out of my crown 

surging, bursting.

Becoming one with the universe
spreading, nourishing. 

Beginning within, 
moving without
vibrating, healing. 


© 11 Apr 16

What does Dharma mean to me?

A pink cloud floating
over shimmering water.
The call of curlews echoing
across open space.
A harsh word
an impatient gesture
hiding a deeper suffering.
Aching shoulders saying hello.
A smile, a hug of greeting.
a late arrival.
Those who haven’t made it here.
Those who have gathered together.
Across the universe
each atom is teaching
each atom is calling
‘awaken’.

© 30 Mar 16

The tree

In yesterday’s storm
one tree stirred wildly
moved by the force of nature.
The ground beneath its trunk
lifted as the tree swayed.
I was equally moved to see
this symbol of solidity shaken
to the core.
It helped me to look at
my clung-on-to beliefs and
question their solidity, their permanence.
It appeared the tree could fall
at any moment
perhaps taking others with it
as it crashed to the ground.
My imaginative mind easily jumped
to this conclusion.

Today I had to visit again
to discover if the tree still stood.
I was relieved to find it upright
strong and stable as ever
despite swaying in the strong wind.
A picture of resilience and fortitude
instead of the frailty I imagined.

Letting go of rigidity
it demonstrated fluidity.
Not resisting or fighting nature’s force
but bending with it instead of breaking.
May I find the same ease to move
through life, with life
not resisting or fighting
but demonstrating fluidity,
bending instead of breaking.

© 2 Apr 16

What is doubt?

(The long version)
I can’t decide!
Is it wavering indecision
not knowing where to place the
next footstep on the path?
Is it not daring to take a step
in case it goes in the wrong direction?
Is it a mind full of distractions, diversions
jumping from one thought to the next
trying to grasp at some kind of solution?
Is it the restlessness
that is never satisfied?
Is it a lack of clarity?
Is it an absence of peace
an absence of stillness
an absence of calm?
Is it the not knowing and
the longing to be in control?

It is all these
and more.
Mostly it is a cover
the dust stirred up on a dry road
covering the peace, stillness, calm
that then appears to be absent.
It is the fumbling attempts
to grasp a shifting cloud
control the ever-moving seas
pin down the ever-changing moment.
It is an energy that
doesn’t wish to be still
but it is only a movement.
It can be sated by embracing
peace, stillness, calm
by recognising they are ever-present.
Doubt may seem to be substantial
powerful, all-consuming
yet it is only movement.

(The short version)
Doubt is movement,
when the energy is stilled
doubt does not exist.

© 20 Mar 16

Beautiful

‘Beautiful’ was all
we shared as we passed by and
greeted the morning.

‘Beautiful’ was all
that was needed to
encapsulate
a bright winter sun
a sharp, biting wind
a clear expanse of blueness
an absence of rain
light bouncing off yesterday’s puddles
the gleaming greenness of wet grass
stark trees latent with buds and leaves
waiting to burst forth
the shininess of each individual ivy leaf.

Beautiful was all.

© 18 Feb 16

The dance of life

The dance of life
The dance of life goes on
but ever the centre is still.
The rhythm of life beats on
and ever the centre is still.
The heartbeat of life flows along
yet ever the centre is still.
Moving, changing
getting, giving
losing, loving
choosing, chasing
highs and lows
ebbs and flows
change and change and ever-changing.
The circle of life goes on and on
and ever your centre is still.

© Jun 06