Spirituality, Self-Knowledge and The Art of Living

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

we live in a culture,where increasingly, people feel that they have the right to take what is not theirs

people are prompted by our global sterility to ‘take what is not yours’

people often do give what is not theirs to give as well,

we can not take revenge, retribution, steal or remove that which belongs to another

likewise we can not give what we have not been given or truly understand

consider what and when in your life,you have done both

will and desire are not the same as insight and passion

Those who steal, steal not just objects money or things

but create unknown harm and consequence,

they steal the emotions of others and can not replace them

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

The world is an echo

of the earth

its fullness

makes all words

redundant

beyond knowing and unknowing

beyond You and I

beyond needing

and beyond

the mystery of understanding

the Earth is a point,

a drop

of eternal light

from which life made

and flows

to form

and gives

birth to the sleeping heart

in every human soul

in the far beyond of

becoming

and in the single flower of humanity

the everness of things

is to be found

and offered

to all

Humankind is a hedgerow bloom

which for a day is in full majesty

but remembered by the outline in the fragrant space

that is left behind

as each petal falls to make a new

world

we, each are much larger than the world we live within

a universe and a legend,

a metaphor and a myth

we are our creation story

waiting to be told

the miracle under the hedgerow

I have walked in distant lands where

the Earth is but a star far and twinkling

I have walked in the deepest hells

where the human heart is but a star far and twinkling

I have walked in the highest heavens

and seen the subtle curses of Bliss and Illumination

I have walked in the deepest caverns of the human species

and was midwife to the birth of the human soul

I have walked in the highest mountaintops of time and in the darkest parts of space

and have seen the ressurection of love where love had been forgot

I have been  in your deepest self and in your waking dreams

I have walked the earth when it was still been made

and in fires and vapours there

I prayed to the I within all that I had seen

and thus the I awoke and became

the great I of the living and waking dream

In the deepest hell and the highest heaven

the I goes walking

bringing love to those ascending and those who are falling

In the great I of the soul’s remaking,

the thunder rumbles and brings the creation and casts it out

across all worlds, so that they may become, and be,

and be made again on their journey

to walk

as I have walked

the way of in-between

Seeking, trying to find meaning, healing, loving, having a perfect life

comsuming, been Green and kinder, softer but blinder

in a rush but not knowing why, seeking , sensing, desiring

finding connection, establishing foundations

settling down.. these are some of the demands of the modern world

but they are not a modern life,

life makes its own path,

society creates false visions of it

life is complete in itself

if you can pause, and lowering your defenses

stop to receive the immensity of it

life offers us all that we need

not what we should consume

economic theories have infiltrated the beliefs of personality and identity

money and ethics have become intertwined

yet a flower or a raindrop, a mountain or a weed

they are complete in themselves and are nothing more than what they are

and yet by been just themselves, link one to the other

pause to receive life’s immensity and fecund gifts

then you will discover that when things are brought back to basics

they all come down to thankfulness 

Touching the Ever Present Path

will bring you to your Self,

the path is found not in what you do or are

but in the patterns that have

inscribed themselves upon your heart,

each mark and flexion

create wisdom and direction

give fuel for building up your potential soul

the ever present path

is within your grasp

it is made by your beating heart

each beat, a spark that burns the way

into your dreams and needs

and if you can listen to the brilliance glisten

the ever present path will

call you to walk its way

and when doing so

on that day

you

will

lose

all fear

and

the need

to pray

for being

will be

and the light

your soul

will flare

and burn

so brightly there

the flames within

touching

the ever

present

path

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

Fire in the sky

Smoke on the ground

Last man standing defending the land

washed out oceans, quiet blow the wind

victory screams across the earth, like drunken angels

hungry ghosts in human form proclaim a new dawn of freedom

inspired by the cult of war

they have put Life in a museum and locked the door

even atheists are thrown in prison for believing in not believing

Fire in the sky

Smoke on the ground

Last man standing defending the land

without knowing why

there is a war and is to be found in guns and conflict, in religion and philosophy too

in economics and media and in the breakfast you have every day

Fire in the Sky, Smoke on the Ground

The Last Man standing has decided to lay his arms, hate and ignorance down

up come the weeds , with small bright flowers to bloom and call everyone

to remember how soon what we hold dear can be taken away