Posts from — May 2008

The challenges that life brings to us are often confusing and overwhelming

yet if we look beneath the clamour of our minds and reactions to each situation

we can find an answer, and often it is in how we identify with our problems

and what we believe about our problems and how our fears of survival overtake us.

It is about the identity we make in order to handle hardship and challenges.

who are you when times are hard?

Ask yourself this question.

Look to the inner self the self that is not attached to outcomes and to challenges

but look to the great lesson of letting go

letting go brings wisdom and the freedom from the false identity that comes from

believing that you are your failures or your successes.

stop and pause

what do you believe about who you are?

Softly comes the hand of time

to sort the actions of your life

and place them in a a pile from which

you choose the path to tread

beyond words or thoughts

beyond right or wrong

the experience

lasts the span

of eternity

for even eternity

comes to an end

when you give up

all these concepts

all there is,

is you,

your lifeforce

and the universe

and the rest

is up to you

all there is

is you

your lifeforce

and the universe

and that is within you

cultivate your Self

cultivate your life force

and the universe

grows

and becomes as you become

and that is how things

are

for all things

‘Is’

and so are you

all there..

within,without

beyond everything

‘Is’

The kindness that you seek in others

can be found within yourself

the kindness that you are afraid of receiving

will wait until you are ready to receive it

waiting close by like a fathful friend

there is kindness everywhere

if only you stop to see

kindness is the source of community

and of healing and understanding

if you seek wisdom, knowledge, spirituuality

first develop kindness

and you will find all other things accrue naturally

kindness needs nothing but itself

and is everywhere waiting to shared

Ever since Heaven made cutbacks on its budget

the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse

have had to take public transport

(it was mentioned at a policy meeting that they would lose the Public Relations impact)

and gender issues have arisen so

now they are known

as the  Four Horsepeople

of a Possible Near Extinction Event

Political Correctness

was invented by the Devil

who attends

an anger management group

for the dammned

run by

an angel that used to be a social worker

and no one understands

the strategy he has planned

a thousand proclaimers

warn the people of things

to come

but do not look

at the ancient teacher

beneath their feet

I was asked once ,

‘what do you believe?’

My reply was and is

‘I believe in the eternal that dwells in the human state,

the movement of consciousness

of clear light and slowness

of the everchanging

and the unspoken path

that dwells in every being

that lives in the ten worlds

and beyond,

in the simple

and the profound’

having found my answers unacceptable

confusion reigned

its natural

Political Correctness

is political control

it is surveillance

of the individual

without the cameras

The time will come

when even an atheist will be

crucified for such a belief

a hindu and a jain,

a buddhist and a druze

a christian and a communist

will all be held in contempt

of the state

it is said the devil is in the details

he once told me that he is just misunderstood

and god feels like that too

well, i said both of you are just

bit players in the drama of time

both of you concerned

with political correctness

but then both of you are related

devil and god

but both of you forget

that life is not about the outcome

but the attempt

there is no fall or rise

no sanctuary or prize

the spirit is self realising

and that is the

only truth and deities, leaders

and those who want control are terrified

of that, of

the story tellers and the poets

the magic people and the inbetween walkers

the mountain holders

and stone collectors

they do not conform

to the supermarket stacking

of political correctness

I have seen the face of war

and know the haunting

rush of meaning as it trickles with the blood

in dying moments

people see the truth

of their own divine humanity

and reject

all constraints

as they look

into the clear light

and go beyond the whisperings

of gods or politicians

to ride the note of a flute

to their true home

only to stay awhile before returning

When the history pages turn from age to brown

and crack and moth eaten fade

when the internet hits critical mass and explodes seeping

from the virtual world into the world of the everyday

and the pollution of the cyberspace

is a virus that no doctor can cure

when the last coin is fought over

as money loses its meaning

and people lose the art of dreaming

will you cry for what has gone ?

will you recall the art of tears

or the art of thinking, or the art of feeling?

for this will be in a time

when everyone is a anything

a time of observation

and a thing observed is a thing changed

it will be not the age of science

or the attempt at reason

but the age of statistics applied to democracy

both, which, are questionable in their own right,

differing greatly from liberty and individuality

or from the use of numbers to plan for the benefit of others

the world will hold its breath for as long as it can

 a single collective intake from Djibouti to Tokyo,

Moscow to Peoria, Vancouver to Argentina

the time will come for a soulquake of humanity

not registered on any richter scale

and in that time

the art of being

will bring the balance

and the unity

What delicate strains of sadness hang in the clouds

like threads of silk plucked on the notes of a Lute

what single tears that fall holding an entire world?

a friend of friend had a heart attack

mortality came and slapped him on the back

mortality

came

and in the melody

of rainfall upon wind upon the sea upon the breeze

there is a slow wave in everything

a quiet tusnami of becoming

where the colours, scents and dreams

of mortality fall and flitter

you know this

you have seen it

felt it and maybe tried to shut it out

call out to mortality

feel it in the rain

or the memory of your breath in the winter

when you were a child

are you brave enough to be so again?

mortality

is the thing that people fear the most

and they confuse it with death

and hitch them both to the same post

death is honest and does not pretend

mortality takes on any form

and delays the end

in order that the wise can catch a glimpse

and breathe in the timbres of mortality

and the colour of life, birth and breath

do not delay the mortal lesson in your daily life

celebrate the illusion and it will reveal to you

the sight of reality

everything falls away, mortality takes it

and moves it on

breath in. breath out

can you smell the rain in the air?

feel the clouds scudding the wind?

do you recall your footsteps from childhood to now?

the dance of forgetfulness

is found in the fear of living

become a lover of mortality

and then life shows you the cycles of eternity

breath in, breathe out

listen, taste, touch

know

When troubles come to meet you

and you feel alone in the inner night

and the world is upside down

stop and see the darkness

and know that in every night

a sun will rise and stars will leave their blessings

just before the Dawn

the magic of the inner change is

to be found in that inner time

when dawn’s first light

illuminates the

contours of the soul

and your psyche

stretches from its sleep

and looks towards the light

and breathes in

the rejuvenating force of change

Stop and see the darkness

it is never there for long

the fear within you

garners time and weaves

it into belief

stop and see the darkness

it is

illusory

changing

evolving

towards

light

Life is not a race

to be won or to be endured

it is a path that walks its own way

in the long torn clouds

that caress the Rockies

to the mists in the valleys of Lebanon

to the hedgerow birds

of Devon lanes

to a heart attack

in a time of rest

Life is not a race to be won or endured

Life is a trace of love and consciousness

and if you walk in the flow of Life

your love and consciousness amplifies

its scent is as

wildflowers

in a soft summer breeze

in the greatest catastrophe

there grows a wildflower

after the earthquake

the blossoms

return to bloom

find how your life flows

and walk in its current

know the Life within you

and the rush to win

to fight to conquer

fades

and Life will show you

what you need to do

to turn obstacles into success

and despair into joy

each of us can walk the path of Life

and know the inner self

and see the gift that lives

in each and every one of us

A man once asked me to teach him how to control the weather

‘you can’t control the weather, only your Self’

he was not happy with the answer

we can only work with the natural way of things

not control it

if we seek to control it

we create the situation  where we must leave

our home

weather reports are not that reliable

that is why control of others or things

other than yourself is unreliable

and against the natural way of things

we make the weather and the weather makes us

controlling the weather is about controlling others

working with the weather is about working with yourself

the weather is a state of mind

it is within you

There is beauty in everything

in all that we are made of,

in the most fearful places

where our distress has choked out hope

there is beauty

in everything

beauty of the everlasting truth

when your shame turns to anger

and your anger turns to tears

there is beauty

in everything

in the most noblest truth you have ever held

to the most fleeting deception

there is beauty

in everything

the beauty dwells

in the human experience

connecting

creating

continuing

the path

of wonder

that dwells

in the beauty of everything