Category — Impulse

each of us

is

a space in time

a place in space

and a spark of mind

each of us is a space in time

a place in space

a noetic motion

in

a wave of vibration

each of a space in time, a place in space

a spark of mind

what are you listening to?

do you know?

do you care?

is it out of habit or a quiet despair?

what are you listening to?

to voices in the background, to thoughts inside your head

to the clanging of memories or the unwritten future?

what are you listening to?

underneath and within all of this

there is another listening going on

a listening to the inner way

the beauty, the song

to the dreaming that unmakes dreams

and makes the world

to the sacred, the profane

the great and the mundane

what are you listening to?

‘What’s that?’ you say..’what should I listen to?’

listen to the listener within

and you will

be

listened too

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

When you look up into the starlight

you can hear the choirs of ancient voices

that once sung

of praise and beauty

to the simplicity of all things

and then as their time

was spent

so their songs became

part of the old starlight

the fabric of the energy of space

and as their voices touched

a living planet

there,

they made

the start of Life

an impulse to voice

and sound

and creation became the

result

a function of the duality

in the endless riddles

of time

consciousness

and becoming

you can hear every voice

singing

a long and sonorous song

on the arc of light

and space

in the quantity of degrees

the equinox of beauty

and eternity

fit together

a pulse, a wave,

a sudden flicker

a quake, a drum beat

of love,

love,

the eternal fragrance

of becoming, being,

beginnings and endings

the singer that lives within the song

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

What is your imagination?

Some think its the run of fantasy,

or a vague emotional experience of little consequence.

Imagination is the fusing of intent and vision that awakens the impulse

behind the function of change.

This creates change in ourselves, the world at large

and in the human experience globally.

Imagination is the building block of awakening, it shows us possibilities and probabilities, it inspires us on how to think and how to be .

Imagination gives us courage and urges us to love.

Imagination is the great risk taker

because it take you beyond all of your previous limitations.

If there was one answer containing wisdom that any wise person

or teacher could give to a person seeking truth

and asking, ‘what is the purpose of life?’ …

It would be, ‘Imagine and it will be…’

The world in which we all live is built upon Imagination.

Think deeply and you will find it to be so.

This realisation makes many afraid of Imagination

because then they are forced to step outside of the box in which their lives are kept.

Step out of your box, fold it up, recycle it and become  an Imagineer,

a term I use to describe a person who applies Imagination to change the

quality of their life and the world around them.

It is a self -taught experience, trust the imagination within to guide you.