Spirituality, Self-Knowledge and The Art of Living

The numerous messiahs all born of virgin births

gathered in a waiting room

after some time

a voice said

‘all of you have a hard job ahead, but the greatest of you is one who

will come and go unheard and die

in hope of saving your fellow beings…

she knows who she is’

there was a collective sigh of relief amongst the men

even salvation is part of the boy’s club..

another voice added,

‘most of you have chosen this to learn the lesson that you have not learned,

that you can not save others, but only save your self”

The blood trickled down her face,

the memory of that time came back to her

her body was dry with pain, there tied to the withered tree

she saw her tormentors, all dressed in fur and skin

the priest looked at her with hate

‘ you are not the daughter of god, you are not the chosen one’

and he walked back to his cave

the sun was setting

she knew that sometime in the future

a man would dig up her bones

having fused with the tree

stating that he had discovered

some ancient and primitive burial rite

and imagine finding it under the remains

of the Empire State Building…

messiahs come and go

but the earth always remains

Stillness dwells in the deepest places

of confusion and anger and helplessness

when the world no longer cares for you

and the time has run its course

stillness will reveal itself and show you

the everlasting path

stillness dwells in the face of adversity

humbly and with grace

i have seen the way of stillness

and have seen the loss of grace

the way of life leads to stillness

and the way of stilness to

conscious life

call it to you

dwell within it

and delight it in

the silent

stillness

of the

earth

There is in silence a chance to know

the origins of how and why

of shame and blame

of loss and gain

there is in silence

a chance to know

the beauty of genius

in its most essential form

and the sombre touch

of untrammeled joy

there is in silence

a chance to know

and a chance to listen

a chance to breathe

the inherent wisdom

for silence is not the absence of noise

but the frequency of love

for silence goes beyond

atmosphere or situation

and is found in the birth

of each thought

each insight

each aspiration

silence is the gift of prayer

There are many worlds and yet only one mind

there are many languages but only one word

there are many ways to love but only one love

for those who believe in a god there are many gods but only one identity of that god,

there are many beliefs but only one faith

there are many dreams but only one dreamer

there are many universes but only one omniverse

there are many forms of time but only one continuity, for time like matter is finite because our minds are finite, non-existant but formed from the flexion of desire in matter.

there are many numbers but only one integer that describes what was, but not what is

there is only one state of being from which all beings emanate, and only one consciousness which disperses itself throughout light and sound so that it may find itself again, for matter is the passion spent as consciousness seeks its own fulfilment ..

there is only one truth but it is so profound that it is spilt across all living creatures so that each may find the path to truth

there is only one and the one is you and you are everywhere as all that was, is and can be

there is a place fall of grace and simplicity

it lives within the heart and the brain and is set alight by neural fire and when it burns the world will stop but for a everlasting instant and creation  will be renewed again and again and again

Have you in the still of night

heard the roaring of the divine?

have you heard the soft growling

of wisdom on the prowl ?

have you felt your ego tremble

or your mind become afraid?

for all our sufferings are based upon

the mind which does not exist

and our habits which

are merely

furnishings for fear

have you felt the falcon of light

dive in the darkest night

with outstretched talons to rip and tear

at the fragile life

that we all so fondly hold?

the times of life and death are brief

and are paths for our psyche

to shake off the lessons that are learnt

and thus to be reformed

have you in the still of night

stopped to listen

to the voice of love that

calls your name

in silence?

It speaks in grace and of grace too

it offers up a subtle freedom

for if you wish liberation

you need to give it up

in the silence of the night

you can hear the turning of the earth

and the mystery in the making

is the womb of your rebirth

The changing of  time and the changing of man

are the changing of impulse

from the unconscious plan

the role of the human

is starting to change

as the nature of light

increases its range

of frequency

and depth

the time of unfolding

is rushing in

as a wave of harsh sound

in the most clamour and din

only in silence will the true sound be heard

and that will the be

the original word

that was spoken when time and matter

were formed

compressed into one

from the body of consciousness

and the breath of all

the sound and the speech

the rush and the whisper

all of it is formed

and renewed

with a gesture

a sacred

wave of the sacred hand

and the planets will flutter

and rotate in the muster

of souls and dark matter

as Light is created

and sound gives birth

the universal

the single

the mass

the impulse

the treble the bass

the heartbeat

the footfall of grace

in the heart

of

the ever shining face

There are songs to be sung in the darkest of times

songs to be sung in the harshest of times

songs to be sung

how often have you given your heart and mind to the powers that be

only to find that they are not the powers that are

in heart of things

in the bursting flower

in the glint of light upon the eye of a child

there are songs to be sung

not to hum along

in false attitudes pretending to be merry

but songs in the soul

that are there to be listened to

they will demand you to sing

sing out loud

in the harshest and darkest of times

there are songs

to be sung

a true song is a lasting spell

that makes things change

turns hurt to healing

the songs are within

the songs demand that you stop pretending

and wake to the change that is coming

you can smell it in the wind

you can know it in the crowd and throng

the fallen and the strong

there is spirit in the song

that sings

within

Some say that Nelson Mandela

is a terrorist turned Statesman and Hero,

Others say that

the Dalai Lama is a Hero turned Terrorist

it all depends upon your point of view

and your belief in circumstance

and the political agenda created by

the forces of Existence and the urge to survive

Some say that Barrack Obama is a muslim

and that all politicians are liars and war mongers

We have lived in the time of the appeased middle class

a false state, an invention of nineteenth century

politics that took full root in the last century

but hungry capitalism like hungry communism

will not last the morning, in the full day of history

everyone is an expert today

because they can throw their opinions

into a global whirlpool of information

we live in a time when opinion is regarded as truth

and that certainty is a result of economy and wealth

we need to not believe the things our fear holds us too

in the quiet places of the world

wisdom is moving

stirring

waking up

stop

feel it

tune into

the place where true communication

begins and stops

some say that all muslims are warmongers

some say that all christians are warmongers

some say that all jews are warmongers

words are the warmongers

when the communication

is violent

long before the actions start

the first bullet is fired by a word

well before the trigger is ever pulled

some say that love is for dreamers

but dreamers teach the world to dream

and so to imagine and from that

comes the actions of change

and transformation

any word of violence

creates misery

it will hang around you

like a perfume made from the rotting corpses

of a war zone, an earthquake

or the lingering cancers of gossip

stop, call the stillness within

awaken the love

ask for forgiveness

give thanks and gratitude

and the world

becomes a larger place

and every possibility

a choice for action and

ready to become an event

Strong convictions often lead to bad measures

and bad outcomes

if you want to plan a revolution do it in a crowded place

no one will listen to your secrets

if you want to change your heart

transform your being

many will seek to stop you

when one person changes

the light of change is cast upon others

driving out the shadows

the anger of today

is the sadness and shame of yesterday

when change wakes deep within you

be prepared for resistance

when others seek to harm you

act from integrity

then the time will come

when you will have the last word

but if you act from a state of graciousness

there is no need to have the last word

for your detractors will harm themselves

bring love to them

by not acting as they would act

light incense for peace and parity

and learn the art of communication

that non violiently enriches your soul

in the sacred times

of dawn and dusk

see the unspoken way

inscribe itself in the motes of dust and the whirling light

letters form and fade as with its speech

whispering the sacred, listening to the sublime

awakening the profane and the trapped

letters of eternity in the form of things

such are the gifts of dawn and dusk

language is how we make our thoughts communicated

language is often limited to words

but what of belief, faith and hope

of anger, rage and grief

language is the energy

by which we

evolve

the material world

is the language of the psyche

so it can evolve

to eventually cast of its carapace

and move into

consciousness

language is the illusion of the psyche

and the bridge by which you can

cross the chasm of suffering