Posts from — June 2008

Why does a dog howl at the moon?

its because of Impermanence

when the moonlit clouds

scud into darkness

and  your eye

catches the light

in the night

its because of Impermanence

when you feel a pang

from a faded memory

it is because of Impermanence

all things as they are

because of Impermanence

it is the gravity of the soul

the great lesson of karma

and the reason why karma dwells in all the spheres of existance

when the last great god sheds a tear as its life comes to a close

and that teardrop falls to make a string of worlds

it shall be because of impermanence

when the seekers search for meaning

and having found it, let it go

its because of impermance

like a note of a guitar string in the twilight

like the moment now,

when a million are born and die

its because of impermanence

when you were young

when you were old

when broken hearted or exalted

its the waves of Impermanence

washing us higher to the place

where we will be washed up

upon the shore of understanding

all that we have lost and gained

is because we seek to know

the meaning of Impermanence

to unravel its meaning

is to be found in your breathing

and to know that every history

is impermanent but has meaning

I am in this world and the next

as we all are

we are the plucked strings of a viola on the wind

we are every sacred text and every word of profanity

in the evergreen world and

in the climate change of our species

in Impermanence you will find the language

in which is spoken all mysteries

We live in times that are reactionary

not to the events of actions by those that rule us

but by the anger and despair

of the common man and woman

and this has been boiling

since one man realised he could dominate another

by how he thought

and how economics

could be used to make others

acquire status and more of things

this has been so,

since the first tribe

and like the deepest swells

of the primordial tide

this ancient rage and emotional pollution

is seeking a way out

do not create modern tribes

transform your instincts

hone them so they become insight

give over the idea that

you can save yourself

just by the power of emotions

but look to the

ancient light

that dwells in you

the same light

that sparked your

first ancestor

to stand upright

and say

‘I am a human being’

Offering all that causes you joy and pain

to the way of life releases

all expectation and reveals

the signature of your life’s path

then you will know

the true inscription

that was written

deep within your essence

and in countless ages and now

how you have learn to read it

we may succeed in things we do in the daily world

we may be a millionaire, or become a saint

or a butcher or a healer

or steetcleaner

but what we do is not who we are

and often what we do and succeed at

is not what we should really do in the everyday world

to be able to read the signature inscribed in our essence

it is easier to become the world’s richest person

than to know your Self

even the path of self-knowledge can be a diversion

there is more wisdom in a rain drop hanging from a leaf

than in all the sacred books of the world

The numerous messiahs all born of virgin births

gathered in a waiting room

after some time

a voice said

‘all of you have a hard job ahead, but the greatest of you is one who

will come and go unheard and die

in hope of saving your fellow beings…

she knows who she is’

there was a collective sigh of relief amongst the men

even salvation is part of the boy’s club..

another voice added,

‘most of you have chosen this to learn the lesson that you have not learned,

that you can not save others, but only save your self”

The blood trickled down her face,

the memory of that time came back to her

her body was dry with pain, there tied to the withered tree

she saw her tormentors, all dressed in fur and skin

the priest looked at her with hate

‘ you are not the daughter of god, you are not the chosen one’

and he walked back to his cave

the sun was setting

she knew that sometime in the future

a man would dig up her bones

having fused with the tree

stating that he had discovered

some ancient and primitive burial rite

and imagine finding it under the remains

of the Empire State Building…

messiahs come and go

but the earth always remains

Stillness dwells in the deepest places

of confusion and anger and helplessness

when the world no longer cares for you

and the time has run its course

stillness will reveal itself and show you

the everlasting path

stillness dwells in the face of adversity

humbly and with grace

i have seen the way of stillness

and have seen the loss of grace

the way of life leads to stillness

and the way of stilness to

conscious life

call it to you

dwell within it

and delight it in

the silent

stillness

of the

earth

There is in silence a chance to know

the origins of how and why

of shame and blame

of loss and gain

there is in silence

a chance to know

the beauty of genius

in its most essential form

and the sombre touch

of untrammeled joy

there is in silence

a chance to know

and a chance to listen

a chance to breathe

the inherent wisdom

for silence is not the absence of noise

but the frequency of love

for silence goes beyond

atmosphere or situation

and is found in the birth

of each thought

each insight

each aspiration

silence is the gift of prayer

There are many worlds and yet only one mind

there are many languages but only one word

there are many ways to love but only one love

for those who believe in a god there are many gods but only one identity of that god,

there are many beliefs but only one faith

there are many dreams but only one dreamer

there are many universes but only one omniverse

there are many forms of time but only one continuity, for time like matter is finite because our minds are finite, non-existant but formed from the flexion of desire in matter.

there are many numbers but only one integer that describes what was, but not what is

there is only one state of being from which all beings emanate, and only one consciousness which disperses itself throughout light and sound so that it may find itself again, for matter is the passion spent as consciousness seeks its own fulfilment ..

there is only one truth but it is so profound that it is spilt across all living creatures so that each may find the path to truth

there is only one and the one is you and you are everywhere as all that was, is and can be

there is a place fall of grace and simplicity

it lives within the heart and the brain and is set alight by neural fire and when it burns the world will stop but for a everlasting instant and creation  will be renewed again and again and again

Have you in the still of night

heard the roaring of the divine?

have you heard the soft growling

of wisdom on the prowl ?

have you felt your ego tremble

or your mind become afraid?

for all our sufferings are based upon

the mind which does not exist

and our habits which

are merely

furnishings for fear

have you felt the falcon of light

dive in the darkest night

with outstretched talons to rip and tear

at the fragile life

that we all so fondly hold?

the times of life and death are brief

and are paths for our psyche

to shake off the lessons that are learnt

and thus to be reformed

have you in the still of night

stopped to listen

to the voice of love that

calls your name

in silence?

It speaks in grace and of grace too

it offers up a subtle freedom

for if you wish liberation

you need to give it up

in the silence of the night

you can hear the turning of the earth

and the mystery in the making

is the womb of your rebirth

The changing of  time and the changing of man

are the changing of impulse

from the unconscious plan

the role of the human

is starting to change

as the nature of light

increases its range

of frequency

and depth

the time of unfolding

is rushing in

as a wave of harsh sound

in the most clamour and din

only in silence will the true sound be heard

and that will the be

the original word

that was spoken when time and matter

were formed

compressed into one

from the body of consciousness

and the breath of all

the sound and the speech

the rush and the whisper

all of it is formed

and renewed

with a gesture

a sacred

wave of the sacred hand

and the planets will flutter

and rotate in the muster

of souls and dark matter

as Light is created

and sound gives birth

the universal

the single

the mass

the impulse

the treble the bass

the heartbeat

the footfall of grace

in the heart

of

the ever shining face

There are songs to be sung in the darkest of times

songs to be sung in the harshest of times

songs to be sung

how often have you given your heart and mind to the powers that be

only to find that they are not the powers that are

in heart of things

in the bursting flower

in the glint of light upon the eye of a child

there are songs to be sung

not to hum along

in false attitudes pretending to be merry

but songs in the soul

that are there to be listened to

they will demand you to sing

sing out loud

in the harshest and darkest of times

there are songs

to be sung

a true song is a lasting spell

that makes things change

turns hurt to healing

the songs are within

the songs demand that you stop pretending

and wake to the change that is coming

you can smell it in the wind

you can know it in the crowd and throng

the fallen and the strong

there is spirit in the song

that sings

within