Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Time and day

We take these things called time and day
and hold them up as truths,
and yet they are no more than words;
too often poor excuse.

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

The world we know

In azure blue circumference,
the world we know reveals,
its presence in the heavens;
as precious gift ensouled.

In consciousness made manifest,
material and true,
this ancient earth embraces,
the all that we may be.

And in the gentled being,
asks only that we live
with honour and integrity
upon her timeless breast.

Monday, February 27, 2012

We are one you and I

We are one you and I,
formed in the same heart
of consciousness, of matter
and of Soul - birthed in
a single out-breath of mind;
in an eternal Now
of cosmic becoming.

Sunday, February 26, 2012

The rain in shrouded song

The rain in shrouded song does fall,
beyond the shivered glass,
which stands between myself and world,

and holds us both apart.

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Holographic certainty

Within the smallest parts of Self
there does exist the all,
with holographic certainty
each cell contains the world.

Friday, February 24, 2012

Heart's true home

This love which waters life and soul,
is sourced in river's deep,
of God's eternal graciousness,
which carries you to me.
And in the currents endless,
as tides and times do flow,
I find that I am  drifting on
to you, and heart's true home.

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Compulsion holds my hand

Compulsion holds my hand and says,
with whispered, bright intent,
'if you will walk the way I show,'
you'll never have to tell,
the truth which eats away inside,
and talks of demons raw;
instead we'll hide it all away -
and bury who you are.

When meaning takes the hand of pain

When meaning takes the hand of pain,
Then suffering is subdued
And walks with gentler, lighter steps
Upon our hearts and truths.

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

I fell into the grip of rage

I fell into the grip of rage
and hate crept in to share,
the diminution of my Soul;
integrity impaired.

Monday, February 20, 2012

I looked into the depths of Self

I looked into the depths of Self
to see what I could find, and
in the dregs and dross of Mind,
I found my Truth possessed.

This world which wraps its way

This world which wraps its way
around, my being and my life,
is but a dream the ancients held
and now I call it mine.

Saturday, February 18, 2012

The moment hovered

The moment hovered,
held in thought
and then it fled
and dropped
 into a then,
of something past
while Now held time
 in thrall.

Friday, February 17, 2012

In silence we may find ourselves

In silence we may find ourselves,
walk with the beat of heart,
a patterned pulse of livingness-
which sees our moments marked.

Thursday, February 16, 2012

The day

We monitor the seasons
and wish that things would be
other than we have them;
and lose the day we see.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

I savour wine

I savour wine from old, sure vines
and taste the truth of time,
surrender to its ancient pain
and endless joy of age.

The days are full

The days are full and fanciful,
yet deep and sure and set,
with minutes, hours, eternity-
drunk deep in every breath.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

From react to respond

We may not choose experience,
or that which comes to us,
but mindfullness means we
may choose what we will do with it.
It is within our consciousness,
the key to choosing lies,
where we can move beyond instinct,
from react to respond.

The dreamer

In mindless mastered wandering
The dreamer walks alone
Through darkened day and shining night
To find the source of Soul.

Monday, February 13, 2012

The sight of I

The sight of I is compromised
by what I do believe -
the world as it will come to me,
is born in how I see.

The thoughts and images which stand
between the world and me,
will always break the back of truth
and bend life to its will.

Sunday, February 12, 2012

In liguid light becoming

In liquid, light becoming
the golden rays are trapped,
from plant to seed and fruit,
from sun and deepest earth.

Saturday, February 11, 2012

My world takes on a certainty

My world takes on a certainty,
through what I see around,
a comforting and settling,
into the sure and known.
And yet it is illusion,
these things which hold me safe,
because in instants changing,
I'm in another place.

Friday, February 10, 2012

It did not seem to be

It did not seem to be  the way
that I had hoped it would,
for life had taken other paths,
than I had thought it should.
And yet these words of
should and would and even could
suggest, that there is more at work
in life than we may ever know.

Thursday, February 2, 2012

When all the torments rise

As all the torments rise
to mock, and worry mind,
the morning smiles brightly...
dismisses every sigh.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

When words fly fast

When words fly fast and bleak
to silently reveal
in vision, image, soul,
the perfect world we seek.

Void of loss

It is the void of loss
that comes with death's
quick touch;
the instant of non-being,
for someone truly

Deep sadness

Deep sadness holds
at throat and gut,
a gripping onto life-
denying death
and screaming fears-
half living in the depths.
The tears are there,
but will not come,
held tight by grief
and loss -
awaiting moment's
watershed; a time
to be released.