Posts from — May 2008

The shadow runs in the sunlight too

it wants to feel the warmth of life

it seeks its own validation

and howls when left alone

the light spun body does not

see the shadow

unless it is introduced

and that is done

by the fragile everyday mind

the psyche is a shuttlecock

that weaves the threads

of illumination and despair

and by the traces

of this weave

the tentative introductions are made

dark meets light

and they find that what they

have in common is you

you are pattern

in the daily world

of dark and light

calm and fright

psyche and unsconscious

this is such a miracle

for it the choice

of the material

soul

dark and light

part of

your

humanity

and

that makes

you the creator

of light and dark

of life,birth and death

Rain drops fall

 each one

an action

and an essence

of thought

the smell of coffee on the wind

people are quiet

holding a love affair with their thoughts

how often in times like these

do you stop to

give thanks

for the beauty

of your thoughts

and that behind them

dwells that which does not think

or need to think

but

Is 

Don’t be afraid to face the innocence within you

Don’t be afraid to look at the love that waits for you

to call out its name

Don’t be afraid

Don’t be afraid to recapture the grace

that dwells within you

Don’t be afraid

to be the pure light

that is all your thoughts

Don’t be afraid to gaze into the darkness

for darkness is another frequency of light

Don’t be afraid

to the workings of the divine

smell the smoke in the red sunset

in the fragrance of your life

know the rapture of your beauty

do not be afraid

gasp in awesome splendour

at the majesty of your universiality

of how your life is the life you need

and how it is a seed

that grows in the minds and hearts of others

to make a vine of wisdom and simplicity

Don’t be afraid

to sing lullabies in the strongest wind

to be still in the still point of a tornado

sit and be the spiral of the hurricane

run in thunder’s strike,its rush and rumble

in the smell of rain

Don’t be afraid

of being

the miracle

that you

have made

When people talk of rising crime

of pollution and global warming

of increased costs of living,

they may not be aware

that all of these things

that serve to cause

the pattern of society to fray,

are made by the fact

that there are too many people.

Each of us causes

a friction between

the other ,

this is a natural process

our negativites

and challenges create negative discharge.

There are too many of us to continue

on in the way that we have been.

In order to change things

each of us

needs to

find the still point

within ,

each of us, in order

to save the planet

 needs to save ourselves.

We create the pollution

whether it be by consumption of resources

or by the creation of negative actions and thoughts,

each of us

are creators and destroyers,

but to live in balance within each other

and the Earth

we need to find

the

still

point

within ourselves

the

still

point

that is

the life point

where change and healing

originate from and return to

the still point

is the cradle of

the human psyche

Take the moment

release it

breathe it in

and know

that your brain takes ten seconds

before it makes a decision

so take the moment

release it

breathe it in

and

know that the moment

was ten seconds

ago

ten seconds full of thousands of millions

of thoughts

that shatter the illusion

of the moment

ten seconds

ten seconds

People are losing their safety nets

and what they thought

to be secure and lasting,

all the world

is trapped

in the forgetfulness

that all things of the daily world

change and are fleeting

what you earn and what you have

are not the same

what you feel and what you do

often go in opposite directions

what you say and what you think

are often in conflict

what is within you that is the same in the outer world?

where in you is the marriage of the inner and the outer?

Even your reputation, and all that you have made

is forgotten by your daily mind when you die

consider your life as a field of many flowers

all blooming in differing seasons

all though

grow from the same earth

your life is a bllooming field

a field of the mind

growth is constant if unseen

while all other things

fade

because that

is the nature

of life

in

human

experience

There is a Promise

that is hidden

in all things

it waits to

be discovered

offering words

of love

and hope

of illumination

and shows

you

the continuity

of all things..

that there is

one eternal season

and that the stages

of humanity

are the spring,

summer,

autumn and winter

the day and night

the first kiss of life

the first kiss of death

all contained in

the query, question

and surprise that makes you wonder

what the promise itself may be..

we are all like incense on the wind

we live as both fragrance, ash

fire, dust, intent ,

and

for a time we burn

and are gone

there is a promise

it waits in the hearts

of everyone

a true romance

of a soul’s meander through

the psyche

and the pyche’s leap

to consciousness

we should take the time

to bow to the humble

and the small

for in such things and people

the promise speaks

the most

if you search for god

or happiness

wealth or a brand new car

a golden lover or bright new dream

pause and stop

to know that

there is a promise

dwelling in between

the rush and rapture

of what you call your life

There is a promise

it waits for you

every day and impression

each passing year,

in tears and laughter

the promise waits

a quiet voice, it speaks

waiting for you to hear

When you look up into the starlight

you can hear the choirs of ancient voices

that once sung

of praise and beauty

to the simplicity of all things

and then as their time

was spent

so their songs became

part of the old starlight

the fabric of the energy of space

and as their voices touched

a living planet

there,

they made

the start of Life

an impulse to voice

and sound

and creation became the

result

a function of the duality

in the endless riddles

of time

consciousness

and becoming

you can hear every voice

singing

a long and sonorous song

on the arc of light

and space

in the quantity of degrees

the equinox of beauty

and eternity

fit together

a pulse, a wave,

a sudden flicker

a quake, a drum beat

of love,

love,

the eternal fragrance

of becoming, being,

beginnings and endings

the singer that lives within the song

Today is the mystery

that most people can not

comprehend

the past was the future once

when dreaming would never end

the past can offer up great lessons

but only to those who see and know

and then have the courage to understand

the future does not come at all

but eventuates as a bend

a curve of perception

and neural light

for our brains

are caught in the

great gap of processing

and what we think

of now and the future

has already gone

it is the past

but camouflaged

as future and as now

what is the future?

it is the impulse of a dream

mixed with hope and inspiration

it is a means by which we can live

in accordance with our highest aims

whatever they may be

the ‘future’

is the soul’s training ground

the ‘now’

a testing point for the psyche

in all its battered forms

so we only have the past

to remind us of what was and why it was

and we can be reborn in the psyche

and regenerate in the soul

for the psyche is now

the soul is future

the soul is made

from the psyche’s lessons

and the body’s long and patient wisdom

daily, momentary and eternal

Today

is the mystery

that we must all

learn to comprenhend

and by that

give birth

all of us,

to a new world

In the Light

there is no shadow

for the shadow is encouraged

to open its essence to the Light

in the hardness of cruelty

there lies a fracture of love

that will blow it all apart

in the clamour of violence

there is the subversive wish for gentleness

in the destruction of human liberty

is the voice of freedom

In the Light

there is no shadow

for the shadow is made

only so that the

Light

be understood

Sacred

soft and sudden

in its awakening

In the Light there is no shadow

in the darkest place light dwells

waiting to be seen