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

is

a space in time

a place in space

and a spark of mind

each of us is a space in time

a place in space

a noetic motion

in

a wave of vibration

each of a space in time, a place in space

a spark of mind

do you know?

do you care?

is it out of habit or a quiet despair?

what are you listening to?

to voices in the background, to thoughts inside your head

to the clanging of memories or the unwritten future?

what are you listening to?

underneath and within all of this

there is another listening going on

a listening to the inner way

the beauty, the song

to the dreaming that unmakes dreams

and makes the world

to the sacred, the profane

the great and the mundane

what are you listening to?

‘What’s that?’ you say..’what should I listen to?’

listen to the listener within

and you will

be

listened too

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

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

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

” 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.

Lives rise and fall on a virtual tide, an invisible process, one powered by thought, imagination and huge resources, which will not last forever.

People I think often feel disassociated in and by Internet use.

They hide behind aliases and false names

and do not really enter into communication..

communities are created on the web,

but they can be virtual ghettos.

We need to understand how to communicate and imagine

that we are in a face to face conversation with the person

we are communicating with,

even if its an organization or impersonal construct.

The Internet is full of fear, and Google is just a machine, it does not know what is true or not, it processes and replicates.

But what happens when the algorithms behind the web hit critical mass?

Yes a mathematical identity, which an algorithm is ,will come to an end.. the constructs of the Web are influenced by all the emotional forces that are poured into it.

Every time we use the web we also get a wash of those emotional forces.

Every internet user leaves their emotional mark.

Identity gets mixed up and mutated if we buy into the emotionality that pervades the net.

Ask your self how do you change when you send e-mails, use chat rooms or MySpace or Facebook, Bebo or anything similar.

Think how you change? Why do you use the Internet?

How has it made you view yourself and the world?

The Internet is a virtual world,

still unexplored in its full impact on societies everywhere,

and the pollution that is on it, in the form of hatred, pornography and bigotry will seep out through users and through its very existence into the everyday world .

The internet can be a good thing but at the same thing we need to respect it

as if were part of the Planet Earth otherwise like the Earth now,

having global warming and other forms of eco system collapse,

so to will this happen to the Internet.

Create something positive and put it out on the Net,

send out compassion, communication and humanity.