Category — Self-Knowledge
Christopher Hansard:[Today]
Today is the mystery
that most people can not
comprehend
the past was the future once
when dreaming would never end
the past can offer up great lessons
but only to those who see and know
and then have the courage to understand
the future does not come at all
but eventuates as a bend
a curve of perception
and neural light
for our brains
are caught in the
great gap of processing
and what we think
of now and the future
has already gone
it is the past
but camouflaged
as future and as now
what is the future?
it is the impulse of a dream
mixed with hope and inspiration
it is a means by which we can live
in accordance with our highest aims
whatever they may be
the ‘future’
is the soul’s training ground
the ‘now’
a testing point for the psyche
in all its battered forms
so we only have the past
to remind us of what was and why it was
and we can be reborn in the psyche
and regenerate in the soul
for the psyche is now
the soul is future
the soul is made
from the psyche’s lessons
and the body’s long and patient wisdom
daily, momentary and eternal
Today
is the mystery
that we must all
learn to comprenhend
and by that
give birth
all of us,
to a new world
May 9, 2008 No Comments
Christopher Hansard:[ In the Light there is no Shadow]
In the Light
there is no shadow
for the shadow is encouraged
to open its essence to the Light
in the hardness of cruelty
there lies a fracture of love
that will blow it all apart
in the clamour of violence
there is the subversive wish for gentleness
in the destruction of human liberty
is the voice of freedom
In the Light
there is no shadow
for the shadow is made
only so that the
Light
be understood
Sacred
soft and sudden
in its awakening
In the Light there is no shadow
in the darkest place light dwells
waiting to be seen
May 7, 2008 No Comments
Christopher Hansard: [Mortality]
We are connected to mortality
by our minds and breath
by our longings, hopes and desires
we are connected
as gravity is to matter so mortality is to human life
essential, a great teacher
and a humble servant
in the world of your illusions
invite mortality
to dispel all that is false
and through time and
the flow of the tides of wisdom and desire
you will
learn
the great lessons
offered freely
and with truth
by mortality
for mortality
is not just the arrival of death
or the thrust of birth
but the celebration
of how things change
their form
on the way to understanding
May 6, 2008 No Comments
Christopher Hansard:[Generosity of Spirit]
The spirit within you
is ever generous
seeking life
and beauty
in all its actions
sharing that with all it touches
the everyday mind seeks to cover the spirit
with fear, reaction, pettiness and small-mindedness
the smaller your mind becomes so does your life
be generous with yourself not just with what you have
share the kindness and the love
the softly spoken words that lift up another
a prayer of gentleness
allow your heart to free the traps that your fears have made
give the spirit within
its natural release
through the generous
and the whole…
spiritual
growth
comes from
understanding
the
heart…
…spirit
the one and shared word;
generosity
the sharing
of human worth
May 6, 2008 No Comments
The Sacred Way
The Sacred Way is to be found
in the wind and sea
the flow of stars across the sky
the Sacred Way is to be found
in the city smog and the crowded bus
in the traffic jam and jostling crowd
the Sacred Way
is to be found
in the darkest times and in the best of times
in the words of friends and enemies
the Sacred Way
is to be found
and to be treasured
for you
are the Sacred Way
Holy, Indefinable,
Incandescent
beyond words
the Sacred Way
is to be found
in the cracks and crevices
of your
humanity
May 4, 2008 No Comments
Cast Down Your Fear
There will come a time
when you will have to throw your fear away
cast it to the ground
for the fear you hold
you will discover
is not yours to own
but was passed on to you
as a virus by the
clamouring world
throw your fear away
and you will find that
what is left behind
is beauty and the road of beauty
on which you will walk
on that day the sun will set and rise in the same breath
and moonlight will glimmer around you
as a halo of hope
and all the stars
will bedeck you as a mantle
the gift of time and space
the spark of universality
in the human race
so cast down your fear
throw it to the ground
give it up
it is not yours
stand in strength
look to love
let your hands
be instruments of trust
your voice the teller
of the everlasting myth
and your body
the sacred dwelling place
of
life-affirming bliss
May 3, 2008 No Comments
The Secret
What is the Secret?
The Secret that people chase
after to gain the secret of life and why we are here ?
The answer is simple but dangerous in all in consequences
for it would change the path of humanity forever
and completely change your life beyond all recognition,
the answer is truly scary and challenges the very core of your being
The answer, the secret is:
Love
Can you surrender to Love?
Can you be guided by Love ?
Can you give up resentment, anger and hate
for Love?
Could you give up your life as it is
for a love greater than all that
you have?
You do not have far to go
but the journey itself is long
Love
will go with you
and be your destination
All things return to Love
all people too
all that is your life
all your memories
and your fears
All things return to Love
May 2, 2008 No Comments
The Hand that Breaks the Mask
one person’s song is another’s lament
one person’s wish is another’s curse
one person’s prayer is another’s wish
one person’s dream is another person’s fear
we are one another
the road to individuality is to leave the tribe behind
to move beyond the instinctual trap
to challenge the atavistic charms
we are the other
until we learn how to think
and in the thought
see the spark that frees you
from the web that traps you
into the belief of sleep and the world so sublime
the world is a mask,
the earth the hand that breaks
the mask ,
and when that happens
be grateful
leave the tribe behind
May 1, 2008 No Comments
Christopher Hansard:[ The Prayer of The Art of Being Yourself]
Pink blossoms blow on the sharp wind
falling, they circle to the ground
in each a prayer of beauty
and growth
so profound
that in the rantings of our daily minds
we miss the prayer itself
for every prayer that has been prayed before
is prayed again, and that is
the mystery of prayer
the unknown in the thought and spoken
we pray the same prayers as our ancestors
and that gives power to the prayer coming true
in each of our ancestral lines there is a prayer
one that flows through generations
what is that prayer in your ancestors
what will it be in your descendents?
Prayer gives continuity to the deepest psyche of the human species
it is the glue between reason and intuition
between hope and despair
each of us the words of the unspoken prayer
I pray for my enemies, my friends, my family
the unknown and the known too
I pray for the beauty of the universe’s becoming
and for the intelligence of light and sound
for the God that you believe in
every form of God needs your prayers
but in the end
the unspoken way becomes the prayer that is acted out
in all life and energy
Pink blossoms come falling on the wind
each an aeon, a taste of eternity’s sad longing
for union with time
I hear the breath of everyone and in that breath,
individual and fragile
there is a single prayer
the prayer of the art of being your self
for that is the mystery
that Life offers us
to explore
May 1, 2008 No Comments
Christopher Hansard:[When the Sunlight Falls]
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
April 30, 2008 No Comments








