Spirituality, Self-Knowledge and The Art of Living
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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