Category — Communication

Sky clad

the world

in blue

sky

clad

in

ancient

wonder

what people see as the future

is a memory

of once

what

was

made in the sky clad minds of our ancestors

in the world

before this world

in the earth

that gave birth to this earth

All loss is the loss of

the psyche’s imagining

all gain is the gain of the psyche’s grasping

the psyche is the shadow and the light of this world

inbetween the psyche and the greater consciousness

is the twilight of becoming

the metaphysical realm of possibilities

The kindness that you seek in others

can be found within yourself

the kindness that you are afraid of receiving

will wait until you are ready to receive it

waiting close by like a fathful friend

there is kindness everywhere

if only you stop to see

kindness is the source of community

and of healing and understanding

if you seek wisdom, knowledge, spirituuality

first develop kindness

and you will find all other things accrue naturally

kindness needs nothing but itself

and is everywhere waiting to shared

Ever since Heaven made cutbacks on its budget

the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse

have had to take public transport

(it was mentioned at a policy meeting that they would lose the Public Relations impact)

and gender issues have arisen so

now they are known

as the  Four Horsepeople

of a Possible Near Extinction Event

Political Correctness

was invented by the Devil

who attends

an anger management group

for the dammned

run by

an angel that used to be a social worker

and no one understands

the strategy he has planned

a thousand proclaimers

warn the people of things

to come

but do not look

at the ancient teacher

beneath their feet

I was asked once ,

‘what do you believe?’

My reply was and is

‘I believe in the eternal that dwells in the human state,

the movement of consciousness

of clear light and slowness

of the everchanging

and the unspoken path

that dwells in every being

that lives in the ten worlds

and beyond,

in the simple

and the profound’

having found my answers unacceptable

confusion reigned

its natural

Political Correctness

is political control

it is surveillance

of the individual

without the cameras

The time will come

when even an atheist will be

crucified for such a belief

a hindu and a jain,

a buddhist and a druze

a christian and a communist

will all be held in contempt

of the state

it is said the devil is in the details

he once told me that he is just misunderstood

and god feels like that too

well, i said both of you are just

bit players in the drama of time

both of you concerned

with political correctness

but then both of you are related

devil and god

but both of you forget

that life is not about the outcome

but the attempt

there is no fall or rise

no sanctuary or prize

the spirit is self realising

and that is the

only truth and deities, leaders

and those who want control are terrified

of that, of

the story tellers and the poets

the magic people and the inbetween walkers

the mountain holders

and stone collectors

they do not conform

to the supermarket stacking

of political correctness

I have seen the face of war

and know the haunting

rush of meaning as it trickles with the blood

in dying moments

people see the truth

of their own divine humanity

and reject

all constraints

as they look

into the clear light

and go beyond the whisperings

of gods or politicians

to ride the note of a flute

to their true home

only to stay awhile before returning

Why let new tears drop to the ground

over over old events of the past?

Does sorrow live for ever?

Only grief would have you believe that

There comes a time when grief will pass away

and sorrow will no longer haunt the mind

or the actions of daily life

Why let new tears fall onto the ground?

Look up into the everness of the heart

look down, to the sides of your being

everywhere is the heart

The heart calls all those who wish for life

to come and bathe in the

light of wisdom and humour

why let old tears fall to the ground?

when all things pass away

and mankind is no more

when even the memory of starlight

loses its traces in the depths of space

the heart of all things

will still

beat

life’s rythymn

and sing

like a mother to a child

why let new tears drop to the ground?

each one, single, ample

pristine and full of life

holding history and potential

let your tears be ones of joy

joy for the sanctity of your being

and the beauty

of all that you have been

and shall be

When the sunlight falls upon the waves

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

The world is full of it…

of anger,

anger is the rage and shame of having no power

anger too can take you to a place of change when it is truly right to be angry

but anger though is impulse, it is not a destination for each of us needs to

go beyond it, to leave its power behind and embrace the power of Love

anger seeks its own demise, its own transformation but can lose

its way to healing

look to the anger within you, see how it moulds your life

and how the anger of others influences your state of being ,

anger can be glamourous, even kind, anger can be generous and also blind

anger seeks its own destruction and understanding

it is the light of extreme dissatisfaction and the voice of fear

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

Mystery,

our life is full of mystery

Beauty,

our life is full of beauty

the mystery brings us understanding

the beauty brings us vision

the mystery reminds us of the sanctity

the beauty calls us to be whole

the mystery is a prompt

the beauty a reminder

of how our humanity

is a pathway

to the divine

in each

of us

mystery and beauty

voices within

faces of

compassion

wisdom

and

humour

and you

can find

a direct

experience

of them

by knowing

the laughter

that dwells

in the

essence

of

everything

you experience

1

Take A Walk Across the Land

Take a walk across the land,

or down the street, extend your hands,

feel the human pulse in all that is there

step back do you feel fear?

Take a walk across your life, or down the memories that make

the landscapes in your mind, through the crowded market place of emotions

and through the long rememberings of the longing heart,

extend you hands

..feel the human pulse in all that is there…

do you feel love?

I have flown the world on the sound of a single note from my heart,

the pure sound of sitar and guitar on the first morning light

2

The Sound of a Single Note

Each of us remains too frightened in our daily lives,

I have flown the world on the sound of a single note from my heart,

the pure sound of sitar and guitar on the first morning light

there are harmonic rhapsodies in the faces of love and fear,

call to them,

like the Pied Piper of Hamlyn

or the Snake Charmer of Lucknapoor ,

they will come scuttling to the tune,

fear comes like a horde of rats

because fear is stronger in a crowd and more curious,

love will come willingly for love is willing

and not because the piper calls but that

love knows that piper in order to heard needs to be followed

until the day that the piper casts the pipe away

Love and fear harmonic interplay

you can travel world on a single note

from future to the past and

the illusion of now

extend your hands and feel the human pulse

3

The Finder is Not the Knower

we are born to meander through the human pulse

in search of meaning and the celebration of our Self

If you seek to look for God or the answers to your life

stop and feel the human pulse

for all the names of God are found

in the human world in the beating heart and it essence

if you seek to be comforted, the comfort that is

within is to be reflected in the creation of friendship

if you seek for answers to your life then stop to know

the way of how you love and why you do

then give it up and you

will find the truth

whatever you may search for will be found

but on finding it then you must understand

understanding is the discoverer and explorer too

been the finder is not the knower

You may find God, You may find Meaning

You may find Love, You may find fame

Finding is not the Knowing

to know we must give up what we have found

to understand we must give up meaning

to have meaning we must give up all our prejudice

I have flown the world on the sound of a single note from my heart,

the pure sound of sitar and guitar on the first morning light

4

Unknown

In the world and in our heart there is the

divine, unknown, we seek to find a way to love

which will lead to us been known.

but all things return to the unknown

and the emergent

when you feel alone and lonely

separate and unknown

pause and offer up these states of being

as imperfect prayers to the unknown

and you will find that the

Cosmos and its Descent

will be falling within and up

bathing you in the Unknown

We are the Unknown

the lonely and the content

we are the journey and the last coin spent

we are the meaning and dreaming

and the reflections through human experience

I have flown the world on the sound of a single note from my heart,

the pure sound of sitar and guitar on the first morning light

5

What We Have Now is Also This

All is offering and acceptance

seeking its own delight

all our bitterness is a call for this

all our love and suffering too

what we have now is also this

what we seek is in the seeking

we fall in love with ourselves

this is what we seek

what we have now in the essence of our being

is what we had in the first impulse of our coming into being

we are reflections through human experience

I have flown the world on the sound of a single note from my heart,

the pure sound of sitar and guitar on the first morning light

6

With a Single Constant Breath Make Ourselves Again

Give up the patterns of your thoughts

the past, wherefores and whys

go beyond comparisons

beyond truth and lies

through the furnace of awakening

through the glamour of illusion

go beyond to

the one unspoken word

there is no this or that

there is no us or them

there is no good or bad

for the Cosmos and its Descent

only moves to find its way

a sunset and sunrise

a moonset and moonrise

fleeting light on fleeting lives

starlight, lovelight, carlights

there is

Awake and be kind to your heart

look out around you

to the mind field, that pattern which you call your life

there the mind field is a vast skein of light

harmonic interludes that create day, birth, night, death

and eternity

I have flown the world on the sound of a single note from my heart,

the pure sound of sitar and guitar on the first morning light

when the world is at last, swept away ,we will gather up the dust

and with a single constant breath

make our selves again in the image of our being

our creation will be

reflections through human and divine experience