Posts from — November 2008

The world runs in cycles and on the impulse of memory and regret. The patterns of our lives fill the voices of our politicians and their rhetoric, policies and admonitions of change emerge from our deepest dissatisfaction with ourselves. To look to those who we elect is to look to what it is that we wish for ourselves. The anger, frustration and environmental degredation of the planet comes directly from the inner anger, frustration and degredation of the global mind of humanity. Change however,comes about because the most base part of ourselves as a species suddenly reaches for the light of healing and illumination, and in that moment we all create an opportunity and a space for change to be expressed. The election of Barack Obama is not just the United States of America calling for change as a nation, but each individual American wanting to change their inner selves. Politics are a shadow of a higher order that exists within us all, this shadow can somtimes have less chill and density than at other times, but it is part of our evolutionary struggle to move from the state of reactionary suffering into a place where, by our minds and hearts we recreate our world and our place in it, through the augmentation of a higher consciousness.

Falling leaves

in threes and fours

political dreams

waltz

meandering

to the ground

Obama ascended

McCain

surrendered

sighs and resignation

a year from now

there will be martyrs

crucified

at

1600 Pennsylvania avenue

the blood of saints

will be read in

Vanity Fair

and tears

will fall on well buffed nails

does democracy depend on a pedicure

and a freeway paved

with good intentions ?

Every saint must fall to rise again

in order that heaven may be glimpsed

in the puddles and the snap of footfalls

as destiny collides with expediency

The beauty that lives in

all things

unfolds

itself

continually

offering

succour

healing

and harmony

Silently

comes

the actions

and silently

is the deed

silently goes the pligrim

silently grows the seed

silently comes the time

and silently

it passes by

silently

comes

the end of things

not even a sigh

silently comes the birth of hope

and the blessings of the way

silently is the way of things

the fabric of the day and night

spun in gossamer and gnosis

interlinked and underpinned

silently

silently

silently

silently

it points the way