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Sunday, 30 July 2017

Detachment is not the same as aversion.

detachment leads to wisdom and right perception 
whereas aversion leads to attachment and suffering.

come in take off your robe 
make a heap of your clothes
shave your body make a pile of your hair.
flay your skin make a heap of that
strip all your muscles from their bones 
sinew cartilage and tendon 
make a pile of them
stack up your bones in a pile
grind them to dust
look closely at the piles
watch them fade to dust
blown by the wind 
carried into the clouds
out to the ocean to be rained on the earth once more
were is the independent I


gather the grape
fruit of the vine
work of hands
crush in the press 
reduce to liquid
pour out for all
gather the wheat 
grind
bake
tear
share
with all
where is the grape
where is the wheat

how sweet
this one moment
nothing could be simpler
sipping water watching it flow
through me

no birth
all one in time
no death no otherness
only part of the rolling tide
rhythm 


Tuesday, 25 July 2017

Golden Cinquian


lost dream
gone in a flash
nothing left but feelings
there is nothing left but ashes
ever

ever
waking moment
dreaming of a lost life
in some parallel universe
resting

resting
calm engulfs me
every cell is smiling
waves come crashing on the shoreline
silence

silence
in the morning
birdsong breaking the spell
restlessness comes with the morning
calling

calling
over the hills
listening for echoes
longing for the distant whisper
comfort

(i) lost dream
waking moment
every cell is smiling
restlessness comes with the morning
comfort

miracle
everyday life
living for every day
focusing on the needful things
gently

gently
learning to sit
calmness is everything
manifestation of heaven
present

present
in the moment
long enough to savour
music behind the promises
singing

singing
songs of morning
blissfully awaken
resting in peaceful between states
music

music
noting silence
finding the harmony
joyfully running together
as one

(ii) miracle
learning to sit
long enough to savour
resting ion peaceful between states
as one

moving
out of the dream
into the wakefulness
senses awakening slowly
movement

movement
into the day
gently start unfolding
wings that have never been opened
promise

promise
new day dawning
what will you do today
with this one precious life given
jump in

jump in
every moment
lived to the maximum
spent in the service of others
loving

loving
spending it all
giving it all away
never stopping to count the cost
gladly

(iii) moving
into the day
what will you do today
spent in the service of others
gladly

garden
haven of peace
constantly challenging
dreaming of life in the moment
dying

dying
being reborn
endless cycles of life
constantly looking for freedom
elsewhere

elsewhere
awakening
across the universe
stirring some life into being
water

water
trapped in the land
looking for its mother
cutting through the tallest mountain
easy

easy
coming back home
rejoicing in the dawn
coveting the precious moment
smiling

(iv) garden
being reborn
across the universe
cutting through the tallest mountain
smiling

endings
unmasked mornings
stirring up potential
showing the way to go forward
by chance

by chance
reality
opens the way forward
sitting in the cool of the day
waiting

waiting
for nothing else
everything is in me
seedlings of the universal
watered

watered
sprouting to life
needing only nurture
growing in the silent darkness
movement

movement
towards the light
coming to the surface
manifesting endless glory
brightly

(v) endings
reality
everything is in me
growing in the silent darkness
brightly



lost dream
learning to sit
what will you do today
cutting through the tallest mountain
brightly















Monday, 24 July 2017

This morning at least...


stillness
ocean of calm
daily practice sustains
nothing in the mind of no one
empty

Sunday, 23 July 2017

Return

back home
all in the mind
generous offering
caught in the sense of the moment
subtle

Thursday, 20 July 2017

The Most High God

here I am
ready and willing to be a servant
of the most high God
and all the 
most high God wants
is to hide away
in full view
but that’s ok
I know the most high God is here
in the same way I know I am here
which is tenuous
to say the least
so we’re quits
the most high God can get on with whatever
and I will get on with whatever
knitting reality from fog

it’s a start anyway

starting
always as hard
thinking it’s something else
often just a little whisper 
calling

calling
in the morning
tapping on my window
some little bird to let me know
something

something
rattles around 
niggling at my conscience
inviting me to make a start
daily

daily
coming closer
is it in the sunshine
or the universal murmur 
calling

calling
loved and wanted
on the doorstep daily
coming closer every moment
welcome

starting
in the morning
niggling at my conscience 
or the universal murmur 
welcome

thankful
it never leaves
universal murmur 
always loving in the background
humming




Friday, 14 July 2017

Perhaps

looking sideways
at
constant vigilance
being the price of freedom

over your shoulder
through a mirror
read
mindfulness brings freedom

perhaps
freedom sets you free
to be enslaved
by its pursuance

breathing in
I breathe in
breathing out
I breathe out

well at least I try

Commentary:
Too much I.




Saturday, 1 July 2017

River end...

Completed a  River booklet - 11 more to go.

   

       
 

The structure is a Dos a Dos with Psalm 46 (RSV) as the first section and two further sections containing five cinquains each. The cuff and cover are made from 200gsm cold pressed watercolour paper and the text block is inkjet printed on 80gsm copy paper.

Here are the cinquains:

Cinquain(i)

Rising
old memories
threatening the present
letting go of all attachments
falling

falling
all to easy
into ways of thinking
listen to the tender silence
rising

rising
inner tensions
future looming larger
only in the present moment
falling

falling
seeking progress
walking quite awkwardly
always hold on to the vision
rising

rising
glimmering light
that of love within me
present in the presence of God
falling
Cinquain(ii)

Rising
all to easy
future looming larger
always hold on to the vision
falling

river
swelled with rail fall
up and down stream the same
only in this precious moment
presence

stillness
carved from water
freely given wonder
only everything demanded
whisper

mercy
whispered come now
unaware it caught me
(I was seeking something other)
hiding

slowly
in the garden
children of soil play
innocent of any knowing
graceful