This breath is not mine

This breath is not mine
I do not own this breath.
I can neither hold nor release it.
I am only a channel
through which it moves.

This body is not mine
I do not own this body.
It is only a collection
of elements
no different
to anything else perceivable.

These thoughts are not mine
I do not own these thoughts.
They are only a collection
of waves
movements I can
latch onto or let pass.

I am only a channel
through which these energies move.

© 18 Feb 18

The way of freedom

Hold tightly
to what is ‘mine’
and it will be ripped from my fingers.
Let it sit lightly
on an open palm
and it can move freely
of its own accord.

With the effort of holding on
comes the pain of losing.
Let it rest lightly
effortlessly.
This is the way of freedom.

© 16 Feb 18

True essence of oneness

Mind and the senses
act as curtains
covers over true essence
of oneness.

This reality
untouched
untainted
unaffected
undefiled
by any covers
no matter
how apparently thick or heavy.

Oneness
is inextricably woven
into the fabric of the universe
can never be extracted from it.
Oneness
is the power of breath
life, speech, actions.
When these are destroyed
oneness remains
pure being
forever free.

© 15 Feb 18

A single snowflake

I am a single snowflake
falling from a cloud
tumbling through sky and space
carried by the wind.
I let go of the cloud
the cloud lets go of me.
My friends and I
we dance together
through the greyness
falling towards earth.
Singing and dancing
we descend on our joyous journey.
Look out world!
Here I come
to imprint my uniqueness
on the earth.
Look out world
here I come!

© 14 Feb 18

No within or without

Listening to the universe
listening with the heart.
Feeling the waves of
crackling energy
washing over me.
Listening to the heart of the universe
hearing its gentle lullaby
and its vibrancy.
Listening in the heartspace
no within or without.

Seeing the universe
seeing with the third eye.
Knowing the waves of beauty
awe and wonder as me.
Seeing the face of the universe
as my smiling face.
Seeing from the heartspace
no within or without.

Listening to the space
from the space.
The dreams of the mind
too small
to contain this great being
this giant.
The workings of the mind
cannot create a beauty
as vast and gorgeous
as this now surrounding
enveloping the body.

Listening
feeling
seeing
knowing
from the heartspace
no within or without.

© 14 Feb 18

I sing into existence

I sing into existence
the dawning of each new day
throwing light onto
a hungry baby and exhausted mother
a thief running with newly acquired goods
shops opening, tills ringing
the murderer
the lover
the nurse holding the hand of one
passing from life
one sheltering from a rain storm
one hurrying with a battered umbrella
one catching the sun’s rays on a beach
one sweltering and parched in a paddy field.
A play of many parts
taking place
as the light passes over.

I sing into existence
unfolding
gathering and rising
expanding and contracting
meetings and missed opportunities
energy moving
undulating waves and moments of rest
attracting and repelling.
I sing into existence
light and shadows
receiving and donating
descending and dispersing.

I sing
I sing.

© 13 Feb 18

Heart knows

Darkness
light
path
Two paths become one path
side by side
hand in hand.

Mind
heart
knows
Mind creates prisons in the
limitations of its thinking.
Heart knows
I am boundless and free.

Stillness
movement
paradoxes
Mind wrestles with these
trying to straighten a crooked path.
Keeping busy, distracted
not seeing truly.

Heart allows, accepts.
Darkness and light born together
stillness and movement present simultaneously.
Heart knows
I am boundless and free.

© 13 Feb 18