where you are

no matter where you think you are

no matter what you believe yourself to believe

in matter

in thought

which is matter

there is

presence

in

all things

the ever knowing

You

and Alberta becomes a coastal province of Canada

When India starts to import water

when Las Vegas switches off the lights

because the last gambler can’t pay his bill

when the River Thames dries up and becomes a muddy brook

when the Ohio river rushes back on itself in a huge tidal wave

and Barack Obama looks down at his feet

and weeps for all that has passed

when he and other world leaders were

powerless to stop

‘it’

when the silence overwhelms the world

when the madness comes

the credit crunch will be a warm recollection

the false memory syndrome of collective safety

is running out of time

the global economy is a phantom fifth season

when we see through people and back to ourselves

when the time comes

that we have run out of time

when humanity,

that is each individual

must face up to themselves

and as a mass

ask

what do we do to stop all this madness?

The answer will not be found in learned institutions,

in pundits, gurus of any type, the yellow pages

or by calling information

radio psychologists and chat show hosts

will be hiding underneath their wallpaper

what will the answer be ?

where will it come from?

It will come from those

who have read the small inscription that is etched in all the four chambers of their hearts

‘Stop! ..Trust.. Be.. Yourself’..’

If all Humanity learnt to Stop.. then the world will breathe

If all Humanity learnt how to Trust, then humanity would regenerate

If all Humanity learnt how to Be..the Earth would regenerate

If each member of humanity learnt to know the gift of ‘Yourself’

then all the problems that beset humanity would be answered

in sequential revelation through the expansion of talented minds

People forget that they are part of humanity

that they are not other other people

that we are totally responsible

each for the other

the water we have drunk has been drunk before

we are all that have been and are all that will be

we are and were the impulse

of humanity’s evolution

we are the memory and the speech

of every woman, man and child

we are every inscription on a grave and every word on the first birthday card

hopes and aspirations, are threads, in the global nation

we aspire, inspire, create, recreate, procreate

we are the human path

the psyche’s imagining

all gain is the gain of the psyche’s grasping

the psyche is the shadow and the light of this world

inbetween the psyche and the greater consciousness

is the twilight of becoming

the metaphysical realm of possibilities

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

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

over over old events of the past?

Does sorrow live for ever?

Only grief would have you believe that

There comes a time when grief will pass away

and sorrow will no longer haunt the mind

or the actions of daily life

Why let new tears fall onto the ground?

Look up into the everness of the heart

look down, to the sides of your being

everywhere is the heart

The heart calls all those who wish for life

to come and bathe in the

light of wisdom and humour

why let old tears fall to the ground?

when all things pass away

and mankind is no more

when even the memory of starlight

loses its traces in the depths of space

the heart of all things

will still

beat

life’s rythymn

and sing

like a mother to a child

why let new tears drop to the ground?

each one, single, ample

pristine and full of life

holding history and potential

let your tears be ones of joy

joy for the sanctity of your being

and the beauty

of all that you have been

and shall be

carefree and glancing as they lap around the

last remains of a sky scraping tower

the young child from the little boat looks up with wondering eyes

‘who made these things?’ his mother catches his thoughts..

‘men who were like gods, men who fell to the earth and could not get up again’

the child wonders,sad thoughts

trawling a memory of what was once

another world, fingers trailing in water

as fish swirl around the little boat

as by thought it moves silently

across the great saltwater lake

deep in the refracted depths

white whales harvest the plankton

while a serrated moon

hangs tilted in the blue starred night

years pass the child now a man

goes past in a little boat

and his daughter wonders the very same as he once did

a hundred years go past

people pass by they do not see the ruins

they do not know what they are

the ruins

they have slipped

from memory and so they do not exist

of anger,

anger is the rage and shame of having no power

anger too can take you to a place of change when it is truly right to be angry

but anger though is impulse, it is not a destination for each of us needs to

go beyond it, to leave its power behind and embrace the power of Love

anger seeks its own demise, its own transformation but can lose

its way to healing

look to the anger within you, see how it moulds your life

and how the anger of others influences your state of being ,

anger can be glamourous, even kind, anger can be generous and also blind

anger seeks its own destruction and understanding

it is the light of extreme dissatisfaction and the voice of fear

ONE:

Wisdom has a sadness of its own, pensive like a cello playing in a soft snow fall

Compassion holds a knowingness that looks into all things with an unblinking eye

Anger seeks to include everyone in its rage of ignorance and self-defeat,

Greed seeks solace in having all it can to bury the oncoming fear

Lust craves a chance at halting mortality and believes in the tempoary as real

Illumination lights only what needs to be illuminated for the awakening of the Self happens in the dark

Loss and learning go together, and love and liberation are good friends.

TWO:

Love was within us before we came and went, love was in the first cosmic form
and fell in the first rainfall, love was within us and will be when we forget that we once dwelt
upon the Earth, love was within the first rising spark of Wisdom and the clear sight of Compassion
and Love took the journey willingly into the dark matter and confusion of the temporal world in order
to evolve back to its own recognition again.

THREE:

The human race is a pathway in which Love plies its course,
a river that flows through time and space
creating diversity and matter, consciousness and place,
perception and awakening and the nature of living light
Love has made the chance for Life
when it embraced itself openly with Light,

for Love and Life make Light and from that all things are:

for in Light, Consciousness takes form

shrouding Love’s constant breath
and in that come the two eternal seasons, mortal life and mortal death
two great teachings of Love and Light
by which the Cosmos and Consciousness descend and create form