Sweet Child on the Road

Oh Atman! Oh soul!
Sweet child on the road.

Oh mother who feeds
Her family with peace.

Oh father in sky,
Can’t you hear the lowly cry?

Oh truth, oh lies
All unfolding in time.

Oh existence, oh knowledge,
Oh bliss absolute.

Oh teacher, great silence,
So loving and wise.

Oh yoga, dissolution,
Ascend material resolution.

Oh guru, pure light,
Resting easy at your side.

Oh wisdom in life
So many ways to delight.

Oh death, take me home,
Leave with grace these skin and bones.

Oh Atman! Oh soul!
Forever love this mortal stone.

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When Blood Greets Earth

Up in the early morn on the mountain glen,

From the wild woods, many strange sounds ring.


The morning fire lies smouldering by the old rocks

And moss lies heavy and true.


Around this grave a wanderer, knelt by the cairn;

A pile of skin and bone, rapt by natures affairs.


The heather shakes in time with the silent seas,

The mountains surround are throne and protector.


When blood greets earth, may we no longer roam,

The silent storms will cease, as beauty unfolds.


No legend greater than this myth that I hold,

A giant alone in a universe of sparks and molten dreams.


And the sun arches in glory upon the heavens we build

Up here in the lonesome valley hills.


Blessed with such a sloping vantage point, a crag not far

From the buzzards steady gaze,


Encamped on dappled autumn plains, where the glacial streams do cleave,

Spirit swirls and evokes, perfumed with brazen gorse.


When blood greets the earth, the battle recedes,

We are destiny emblazon over these hallowed peaks.

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The Flames of Truth

In the flames of truth

Ash litters the way;

Falling as shadowy motions,

Stirring in the depths.


The perfection of whole moon

Draws tidal sap to the within,

To the crescendo of beating hearts

And shortening breath,

As craving ecstasy melts within the peeling bells

Of finite love.


In this hidden stream

We trace the mystical;

A clear vibration, a fearless dawn,

A plaintiff lullaby in the clutches

Of earthly beauty.


We are revealed as the force of passions

Incarnate, far from origin,

A species of finite seekers

Well placed in the void of night.


Reveal yourself!

Open to the sense of unity

And eternal moods,

Stirring the formless coils of supreme


We are close to the quaking muse

But cannot dream her graceful countenance.


To enter the heart, as naked as before,

With the courage of a dragon,

Feeding on our narrow horizons

And transcending instinct.

Fit to give ourselves to the fire

And lie in peace amongst the flames.

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His Soul Dream

His soul dreams in shapeless clay;

A dust filled rapture

Ever calls a momentary bliss.


The unconscious music resounds

Where hearts are torn in flux

And radiant the sleeping sound

Pressing blind truth earthbound.


And man is free in form

To join the wind’s unknowing breath,

A bottomless well of joy

That greets the union drift.

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Inspiring Vegan Quotes (pt 1)


Some food for thought from my other blog ‘the beach house kitchen’. I thought this may resonate with you guys. Peaccccceeeeee

Originally posted on the beach house kitchen:

Hello Lovely Ones,

We normally let the food do the talking, but have been reading into veganism of late and unearthing some real pearls of inspirational wisdom.  We thought you might like them too.  Here we present a selection of our favorites (part one of a two part series!)  

Sometimes a good quote can really focus your mind on an issue, another persons voice, a like minded echo, can cast new light and energy.  These assembled quotes will be made into the new B.H.K. page ‘Inspiration Library’  (see above).  We hope you find them as challenging and uplifting as we did and that the message of peace to all beings rings true, far and wide.

Lee and JaneXXXXXXX 

“The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated.”

“In matters of conscience the law of majority has no place.”

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“Let your religion be less of a theory and more of a love affair” – G.K. Chesterton

The Lady of Shallot (Garden Rose)

The Lady of Shallot (Garden Rose)

One sees great things from the valley, small things from the peak.


The true object of human life is play; the earth is a task garden, heaven a playground.


Religion has not been tried and found wanting, it has been found difficult and not tried.


When it comes to life the critical thing is whether you have taken things for granted or taken things with gratitude.


A room without books is like a body without soul.


Art like morality means drawing the line somewhere.


One may understand the cosmos but never the ego, the self is more distant than any star.


The only way to catch a train is to miss the one before it.


Education is simply the soul of society as it passes from one generation to another.


Let your religion be less of a theory and more of a love affair.


G.K. Chesterton

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“Earth laughs in flowers” – Ralph Waldo Emerson

The Amalfi Coast - Above Positano, June '14

The Amalfi Coast – Above Positano, June ’14

I’ve been reading a little Ralph recently and here are some snapshots of wisdom:


Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.


Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not.

Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.


What lies behind you and what lies in front of you, pales in comparison to what lies inside of you.


The age of a woman doesn’t mean a thing. The best tunes are played on the oldest fiddles.


Peace cannot be achieved through violence, it can only be attained through understanding.


The only way to have a friend is to be one.


To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.


Always do what you are afraid to do.


A man is what he thinks about all day long.


Once you make a decision, the universe conspires to make it happen.


Earth laughs in flowers.


A great man is always willing to be little.


All mankind loves a lover.


Trust men and they will be true to you, treat them greatly and they will show themselves great.


Common sense is genius dressed in its work clothes.


Ralph Waldo Emerson

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