Spirituality, Self-Knowledge and The Art of Living

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

Starlight comes already old, a memory
but younger than the light within us

Starlight comes an echo of

the light that

lit the fuse for each star to burn so bright

Starlight a memory

of star already dead

except in the mind of the viewer

light lives long after the death of a star

we have memories like this

each one brilliant full of light
each one to burn so bright
have you seen the stars tonight?

Points of light

older than earth

younger than the light that dwells within

you are ageless, timeless

light within you

calls out to shine

every memory of your life

a reflection, a refraction

of the light

that dwells

within

your psyche,

the soul that calls to be made

your spirit the connection to unknown things

all in the light older than the stars

look to the starlight and you will see

a memory of the spark the flew from

the light that dwells within

and lit up matter,time, and space

with light

that ever present

within your presence

that is light

that dwells within

all things

Softly,

so softly comes the unseen thief

to steal that which does not belong

to take away another’s freedom

through fear and and applying grief

who is this thief that takes so deftly

the essence of the Other?

It is the uncaring side of everyone ,

the You, the Me, the I, the Us and Them

who do not listen to the quiet laws of human integration:

We are all responsible, one for the other,

when one falls so do we all

when one ascends into humanity

and the universe descends revealing

our inner grace

we all ascend,

we all affirm our humanity

we are responsible

one for the other

Deep within us all there is a soft voice calling:

feed your enemies and give them help

bathe their wounds and wish them well

take time to understand

and forgive them all they do

This inner thief that will steal away our knowledge of who we are

is more dangerous than a bomb or gun

for it is thief that build such things so other thieves

may use them

To stop this thief you must listen deep within

to the voices that are calling

they are the children and the broken ones

since time first began

calling out an ancient lullaby to the child in every human being

which echoes from generation to generation

giving symmetry to the seasons

and empowers the desire within us to know the Whole

these voices that call

all sing the sing the same:

We are responsible, one for the other

The time for not caring is fast running out

for through caring you will find that the answers

to global hunger, global warming

food prices soaring, high school killings

species dying, is

in how we use the

global mind

the underlying resource

of all

humankind

Softly come the hands of Wisdom, folded in the rain

held in response the eternal in the touch

rain drops everyone a song, a note that hangs

sounding out a harmonic tone

softly comes the hands of wisdom, caressing trees with wind

lifting oceans to the turning clouds a spiraling down

bring ancient voices to the modern man and woman

every epoch of human life lives suspended in the whole

for I have seen from ancient hills the tuurning world of man

and the humble hands of Life, softly come the hands of wisdom

in the natural way, from skylark to distant breezes

from snowfall to the newborn heart

all conceived in the hands of wisdom

expressed in the touch of  Love

Softly come the hands of wisdom

Pause to embrace their touch, for in the hidden is the ordinary

in the sublime the simple path

where we wake from dreaming to the open heart

softly, come the hands of wisdom

You can buy Grapes without seeds, Cucumbers too, Oranges and Apples and Pears

Food without seeds are like dreams without memory, lost in a haze and wandering

Food without seeds are food with no heart, for the essence of life is in the seed

We are meant to eat the seeds digest the teaching in them and learn in the unconscious path of nature, Seedless food and seedless living, rootless and meaningless

soon to spread,

where are your seeds ? where are your dreams? where are your connections to the Earth?

When sadness, despair and life’s challenges

appear seemingly displacing all that you are

look to the seeds the bore the outcome

and plant them in the sacred garden that

lives within,

those of them that are poisonous and dangerous to your health

can through inward observation be digested as a tincture of your soul

as a flower essence of truth

and having imbibed your poison

you will discover your understanding

and that will give you immunity

and knowledge,

those that are beneficial , spread the seeds

watch them grow and bloom beyond your expectations ,

they will be your calendar in the changing seasons

Seedless plants? Seedless Fruits?

Meaningless agriculture manufactured for a profit, consider how this attitude has infiltrated the wider social construction, people are saying ‘no’ to genetically modified food but what about the seedless attitudes that are filling people?

Look and see what is seedless in your life, look not to the roots, but to the seed

To the Seed, always, to the Seed

Listening

changes your mind

Listening

changes your heart

Listening

changes your body

Listening

changes your attitudes

Listening

changes your relationship with others

and their relationship to you

Listening

changes your life

Listening

develops humility and non-violence

Listening

heals anger, fear and doubt

Listening

is the breath of

Life,

Listening

creates balance and peace of mind

Listening

brings courage

and

Listening

teaches us

the fragile nature

of every human being

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

We believe of ourselves

what the world believes about us

this makes our soul smaller by the day

We believe what our negativities tells us to be true

We choose a brash rumour over a silent truth

We choose anger’s force over love’s patience

these choices are beliefs

they make us sadder by the day

the smaller our souls the smaller our lives

the sadder we become the sadder we all become

Belief is the fuel of the active soul

we all need belief in order to become

greater than we were yesterday

Belief is the marker of a maturing society

Belief brings understanding

Once I was asked :

‘what do I believe?’

My answer was…

“I believe in people, in the emerging human soul,

I believe in the eternal lesson of transcience

and the beauty of awakened mine,

I believe in the vision of the light

that dwells in the darkest heart,

I believe in the ongoing and constant

wisdom of

that self arising which dwells

in the most profoundest of all hells

in the simplicity of the good

and that all evil, violence and ignorance

is seeking to be found

and freed from its suffering.”

Belief is the power of all creation

and the identity of every nation

man and woman ,

belief needs only itself to be made real

Each of  us a prayer, imperfectly formed,

we are offered to all things in search of our deepest heart,

Each of us a prayer, imperfectly formed,

we find our intention and bring healing,

even though our lives

be racked by troubles, pain and sorrow

we are prayers in human form that seek higher wisdom

when all is unsure

All of our curses, threats and shrieks,

all our caring, soothing and gentleness

all the raging and the calm,

all are prayers,

each of us a prayer,

growing, formed, potential

Our lives , our bodies too,

a voice, a single world uttered by the divine

You, I, She, He, Us, Them, Enemy, Friend

All, each of us a prayer

A prayer in human form, sacred and profane, yet divine in each

humble adoration, life in form, each of us a prayer

for when we pray, whatever it may be , we pray for everyone

that is the miracle, the bewitching mystery

we are the prayer and the praying too