Posts from — April 2008

Time has its own movement and it is not found on the face of a clock

or in the appointment page of your diary, or in the passing of years..

Time’s essence sparked in our being,

the desire to measure time

and create the traps that material time sublimely offers us

Time, some say is a man made thing,

but I say that Time is a word and a state of being that we as a species have given to

the movement of eternity through matter and ideas,

through senses and the desire to understand,

time is a path to awareness and an offering of mortality

Time is not a straight line and does not run out,

others say that it is a cycle, but,

these are human interpretations,

Time is neither nor both, Time is a state of being

that like light, sound, space,

gravity and form and function dwell within the heartof things and beings

it is a marker of where we have been and shall be,

it like the tides rises and falls in the deepest parts of human experience,

humanity seeks to solve mysteries and the meaning of things,

after light, gravity and the nature of the universe is understood,

time will still be a mystery,

for the human expression of Time,

is just an echo of regeneration and the process of consciousness through the universe, because we as a species dwell in the past,

we can only know time, like light of what it was, as we move beyond that state of being then we will en masse experience

time as it really is and our species will evolve

carrying light and matter, knowledge and understanding

in equal measure to the next step in our movement through

Light, Time and Consciousness.

Can you see yourself alone, in the company of your being,

beyond windswept lives and unlived dreams,

to a place where you stand unaided and strong,

with the Moon and Sun, Venus and Mercury under your feet?

Can you see yourself imagining life into being?

Can you see yourself as both child and parent,

as offspring of cognition and dreams?

Can you see yourself in the shopping mall as a bull fighter

against the raging minotaur inside of you and others?

It is not in the wide streets of our capitals

that the revolution of change will come,

but in the shopping malls

when consumers can no longer buy their crispy donughts,

or trinkets or lottery tickets,

or cheap knick-knacks, or food, or health or a favourite magazine…

…shopping malls have turned consumers into unknowing guerilla warfare experts

skilled in the art of self-deception and the need for fulfillment from things …

can you see your self calling for your real name to be revealed?

For Birth and Death to show you about Life?

Birth and Death are mere puntuation marks in a long sentence

enabling their readers to savour every word of Life

one word at a time,

there is no birth or death

only life

and life is a language

that all us will come to learn in time

can you see yourself imbuded with Life

no longer confused by birth nor death

two sides of the same window

can you see your Self looking through it

to what is on the other side?

Can you see your self not as others see you

but as your inner self does?

Don’t be in a rush to hurry to find the answer

follow each step and you will find

the trace

The world is made of crowds and all of them has a voice,

the crowd is made of men and women and children too

the world is made of crowds,

all trapped by the rumble of their voices and the toning of their phrases

can you count the voices?

Can you find one that calls for the crowds to give up their mental attachments

so each can become an individual..can you count the voices in your home,

your neighbourhood or town,

many say the same thing, many have nothing to say,

many do not know how to speak what is in their hearts,

many do not believe what their hearts have to say

can you count the voices?

On the first day and the last of humanity,

all will speak and every voice can be counted

not from judgement or destiny,

or a chosen few but because every heart will speak anew

can you count the voices a clock made of sound,

counting down counting up,

ticking, tocking

each voice a chime

count the voices and listen to those

that really speaking the language of the heart

for many speak the language of the world

which seemingly echoes the heart but has no foundation in the eternal

Listen, count the voices, are you one of them?

Speakers of the heart?

How many times do you feel that you are a victim of circumstance and that the world owes you a living?

Stop and consider what victim lives within you.

Stop and consider how circumstance influences you.

You are like everyone affected by the vissicitudes of life and the changes it brings, but unlike everydody else you can decide what you do with that…

Everywhere it is everywhere.. mind is in all things,

fluctuating like the sight of sheet lightning in a far distant view,

silent, electric, the discharge creates events and actions,

reactions and the natural cycle..mind it is everywhere and you are part of it,

as you think so does the planet, so does the stranger and the friend

your thoughts react to the thoughts of another that you may never meet

but are joined by a common humanity through the thought energy

that discharges life in the domain of what is regarded as invisible;

a kind of ionosphere of the mind,

where thalamus and hypothalamus act as conduits to direct thought energy

throughout the linked and causal world of humanity,

where impetus and speech, action and language are mere puppets

and there in the everywhere you can sense it coming;

a great riptide, a tsunami of mental discharge

to learn how to think is mankind’s greatest challenge,

not just in ways of science and art, or logic and humanities

or empirical world views or metaphysical wanderings

but in the immensity and immediacy of mind

your thoughts are everywhere and that means so are you

whereever you are now you are also elsewhere

joined by a common thought experience

language may divide you but common thought unite you

England or Japan

USA or Afghanistan,

Berlin or L.A.

the energy of mind, the universiality of thought

binds you to the common strand in all humankind

Have you listened to the world today?

there are too many questions been asked

by people who will not listen to the answers,

so in the anxious rush to ask the why and how

the answers dry and wither like an oasis that is polluted

too many questions that have no consideration

in their asking erode the wisdom rivers

that flow in humanity,

the banks fall and cover the water until hidden

they will find a new course in which to flow

Too  many questions? No waiting for the answers.

Before you ask anything, pause to consider

if it is the answer within

that is posing the question

so you may learn from what you know,

but your everyday mind does not

Pause, reflect and consider the inspiration that dwells within you

that rushes through the chambers of your  heart, courses through your thymus

and your brain, seeking recognition in the matching of vision and sound

language, one of mankind’s greatest creations, but mankind’s greatest mystery

..too many questions made from not listening…

Love mixes the mortar and hews the stone,

Love adds the bloom to the burgeoning rose ,

Love calls the breath to the one that plays the flute

Love pushes the impulse from seed to root ,

Love mixes the mortar and hews the the stone,

Love fashions the songs within sound and gives it tone

Love makes the music that lives without sound or song

Love mixes the mortar and hews the stone,

calling to the ascending soul;

‘ pause  while on your upward flight ,

do you not know that the cosmos and all within it descends

there is no need to chase the heights of meaning

when the cosmos is always descending, open your heart and

you will know the love mixes the mortar

of which you are made and hews

the stone upon with your intentions are laid,

Love mixes the mortar ‘

Love mixes the mortar and stirs you to understand

that within you is a path that calls you back to love

and offers you the mortar from you are made

Love mixes the mortar

Love mixes the mortar

and hews the stone

I spoke to a whale in Clayoqout Sound in the depth of the night

my beloved’s breath next to mine,

I spoke to a whale in Clayoquot Sound,

and in a moonlight breech

called to me and said,

‘Come join me in the bottom of the ocean, where wolves and cougars dance with us and your kind’

so down I went with the Whale friend

and in the ocean was the Earth’s first step

and Whales showed me who they were

and will be again,

A Wolf called to me in Clayoquot Sound

a gentle howl and panting breath,

“come run with me to far distant wood,

so we went and knew his tribe

and back I came with their ancestor’s memory

given as a gift by wolf’s breath and blood

A cougar came and sat beside me ,

as we gazed out across the water to the land

his sad eyes met mine,

” I am not the hunter or do the hunting, man does that,’

“I follow the way and my prey give themselves ,’

We shared a joke on mortality

and we walked across the waves to the human town

and prowled unseen in the shadows of the people’s minds

In the arch of the first morning hour

I met a bear wandering across the stars

We sat together by a fire made by a White Pelican

and the blood of his Pelican ancestors

The bear sat tired and the fire warmed him up

We sang a while, he smiled and covered me with his breath and fur

waved good by with his eyes

and went starward to his ancestors

The humingbird, and otter, butterfly and eagle came and went

I have gazed across the Clayoquot, through the Earth

to the rustle of the first heart beat

when the first man stumbled

and still does,

in the sea you hear the hooves of buffalo

in the high mountain passes the black and white flash of Orca’s

In the wide lands the rumble of dragons,

in the forests the ghosts of the primal earth

The call of light on the old growth trees

was the harp that all creator gods would play

each a peg and string,

to fabricate each living thing,

there is no new world but an old world with a new day

only understood by the heart

that is open to the unspoken way

Quiet…you can hear the breathing and the rise and fall, the tides of breath

and the glory of the pulse in the veins of earth, quiet..

stop and feel where the quiet is..do you know? Do you understand what it means?

Take in and consider the idea behind the word, quiet.

The First Fist is held high and states aloud, “If you enter into my territory I will defend myself and the consequence will be yours!’

This fist defends territory and the consequences engulf everyone. Territory eventually falls. Boundaries and borders may change but still keep their resilience.

The Second First is held high and states aloud, ” If you do not give me what I regard as mine I will take it from you!’

This fist is afraid and has no trust of the world.

This fist is afraid of aggression but is driven by what it fears most.

The Third Fist is held high and states aloud, ” If you try to take from others or from me I will use all reasonable force to protect my interests and those who I protect.”

This fist believes in the politics of the protector to get what is wants.

All of these three fists believe they are fair, just and compassionate. But all of exact huge costs, people, culture and environment, the present and the future are all altered.

The Fourth Fist is held high and states aloud , ” Look..my fist is unfolding to be a gesture of peace and friendship, join me.”

This fist seeks nothing but unity and cooperation.

It is stronger than the other three but has less attraction, for peace has no glamour or conquest, other than love for all that you fear the most and all that invades and seeks to change what you regard as yours.

Look at the World today, where do you see these four fists being held high?

Banners of human flesh on a strong and forceful wind.