Posts from — February 2009

breathe and breathe again

trust and trust again

until your heart is free

 of all its prisons

made by the mind and the world 

can you recall the breeze and the rain drop,

the sunlight and the moonshine

that fell upon you

every day of every year that has passed?

can you recall the heart ache and the heart break

the grief and joy, the monotony and times of absorbed attention?

can you embrace all these as the same

and in that embrace

fall into

the experience

of becoming human,

…being…

on

the point of

light

that

glistens on the sea

or lake

there is a place

where you

can see

the

Way

unamed

as it should be

The world clamours for a green identity

for a green industry

as if in the greeness the world, the natural process

can be placed in some control

Nature goes on regardless of humanity

the growing awareness of the green movement

elevates us all to a higher state

but does not make us masters of our environment

yet within this daily world

the problem of ‘green ink’

has yet to be understood

cycle

after

cycle

after

thought

action after action

intention not comprehended

yesterday and tomorrow

are the stuff of myth

cycle after cycle

unknowning

becomes an excuse for not knowing

walking

one step

at a time

is a useful

way

to unravel

a pent up mind

if you walk just

one step at a time

the world and its universe

will also walk with you

one breath at a time

there is in every minute a silent query

a question

that asks the biggest question of all

so big

that only each of us

can know

what the question is for ourselves

Our brains pause for a microsecond to make sense of all that they process

in that pause

the world

that you inhabit

is made

the world of the daily you

that is why the moment is an illusion

as you learn to be

such pauses become fewer

and so the continual world

shows you its truth

and the illusory world

in the dream of the pause

fades

and you who who you truly

are, was, can and will be

and

Is

it is

a

glorious

non-moment

there is a question to which we will not know the answer

until such time that our inner self finds it place

as manifest

in the

flow

of all things

in the

Is

and

the gap between now and then

past and present

dissolves

the man in the white coat

was more scared than

I

of telling me

that I had a few months left

death scares those who are caught by life but do not understand why

and so I saw them both

he who was to pass on by

and he who though he thought he studied medicine

was only just learning the nature of healing

and of mortality

the two are one and the same when healing takes place

and in that excahnge

he who was passing on by

gave the young and fearful man in the white coat

a glimpse of a larger life

the wind was warm that day

and the blue sky hung like a prayer

in an atheist’s coffee cup