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

Sky clad

the world

in blue

sky

clad

in

ancient

wonder

what people see as the future

is a memory

of once

what

was

made in the sky clad minds of our ancestors

in the world

before this world

in the earth

that gave birth to this earth

separates

the myriad worlds

that sit

within

our thoughts

all heavens and all hells

fall away

when

underlying

reason

is embraced

and then

given up

What do you feel?

What do you know?

What do you understand?

What do you know of your personality

and how it is made?

Everything that we think, that we know

is a fleeting impulse

a filament in front of the sun

that is illuminated briefly

by the heat of recognition

then fades

into the space between the moments

where reality hides

waiting to be acknowledged

gazed up into the stars?

Or listened to the sound of the sea?

Or heard the rush of birdsong in the early morning in a deep and wide forest?

Have you been into the depths of the earth where if you listen with your heart,

you can hear the Earth turning in space?

Have you heard the fury of an arguement in a neighbour’s house

or lover’s quarelling in the street

have you heard the words of love

that dwell in all of these?

Stop to hear the words, soft and quiet

on the highest mountain or on a busy road

in an airport or the swelling rolling sea

in the lonely times

and the overflowing

the words are spoken

there lives an everlasting  opportunity

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

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

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

” I thought I dealt with this!

I thought it was over and done with!

why did it take so long to deal with it..why Now?

I have wasted all the years, why couldn’t I have dealt with this years ago?’

Because change takes time, like true love, it takes the understanding of time

and the acceptance that change only comes when you are ready..

and often we may think we are ready, but deep within we are not

Change takes time, and time can only be a helper if you see time as agent of change

Time goes in cycles , not in a straight line..

Change goes in cycles, not in a straight line..

There are no straight lines within the growing psyche,

in the inner expression of spiritual change there always is to be found a cycle

of change and time, like two different coloured flowers on one slender plant

Time needs change to give meaning to humanity

and Change needs Time to grow and mature

We are all children of time and change

They are two of  twelve great mysteries that give humanity the impulse of evolution.