To the Island

Bardsey Island, North Wales

Bardsey Island, North Wales

I swam to the island to sit on the rocks,
Exploring my physicality
I dissolved into the ocean as salt.
A simple organism awash with instinct,
Riding breakers to the shore.

When my pencil is tied to the mind,
It is stifle and contrived; no moon strung current.
Emotions torment expression and
Dead ends are easily unearthed.

So, to the islands I will go,
There to cultivate passionate uncertainty,
Turn and stride in opposite directions,
Unshackled from corrugated corruptions.

No fear of excommunication or radical peculiarity,
The human pack is easily dealt,
Material ghosts haunting the spirits of the ancients.

I shall sit with the stranded seaweed
And interpret the coming of a bleak autumn noon,
My propositions seem at home in this roaring wind.

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Riders on Light

Riders on light
All bonds ease,
Knowing subsides.

An immaculate fancy
Perceived beyond reality,
With room to explore.

Arrival fully formed,
A journey in rare movements
And penetrating peace.

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Hummingbird

The magic returns to the temporal glade

As the longing to live steps out of the shade.

 

In each heart wood, locked deep in the grain,

Beams of infinite love and a simple peace profane.

 

If the strains of heaven now grace the earth,

The light is clear as the silence turns.

 

Somethings unspeakable has happened to my restless soul

In this place on high;

The hillsides and forests that encircle the wasted plains.

 

To slowly drink the air here purifies the condition,

Humanity rejoices in nature’s joyous vision.

 

We regain our senses, beneath rare flowers and trees;

Rejoicing within the harmony of being simple and small.

 

As the flitting humming birds, riotous emeralds in flight,

Sip the nectar of the seasons in oblivious delight.

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Insatiable Absolute

I
Embedded in flow
One diamond reflecting
The constant stream
Transparency alone
Breathes light

II
Interdependent states
Never warring
Peace the conduit
Filling space with hope

III
The insatiable absolute
Blissfully unaware of
The theory of life

IV
Mind arrow falls freely
Trajectory very natural
Razor edge cutting boundaries
In flight

V
Beyond the opaque
Sight settles in rhythm
Illusive crystal
Emptiness full

 

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“Real Love Begins….” Thich Nhat Hanh

“Real love begins when nothing is expected in return.”

“Letting go gives us freedom and freedom is the only condition for happiness.”

“Walk as if you are kissing the earth with your feet……….Drink your tea slowly and reverently, as if it is the axis that the earth revolves – slowly, evenly, without rushing to the future.”

“I have arrived, I am home.  My destination is in each step.”

“There is no path to peace, the path is peace.”

“Open your mouth only if what you are going to say is more beautiful than silence.”

“When you look deeply into your anger, you will see that the person you call your enemy is also suffering. As soon as you see that, the capacity of accepting and having compassion for them is there.”

“I have arrived, I am home in the now.  I am solid.  I am free.  In the ultimate I dwell.  What a loving place to be.”

“Peace in oneself.  Peace in the world.”

 

~Thích Nhất Hạnh~

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For Lovers Peninsula

In simple symmetry our bodies meet and spark

An arabesque dance beneath

Warm woolen blankets of ecstatic potential.

 

Disrobe; each swimming movement a gift of subtly unique;

A union of senses, a lungful of forest fragrance in times crooked branches

Untraceable.

The vestiges of Shangri-la still burn up ashen,

Close to source and promise.

We smear our faces in such darkness

To lie unmoved and universal beneath stars.

 

You, the open book, the breaking light and the darkness

Between hearts and moths,

Hidden from precious gorges

Within our sanctuary of rocks and sand.

 

I, the fractured salt in ocean spray and the crystal breeze that seeks;

The sins we revel within to hide,

The stamping breath on callous chest,

The dormant, tidy seed.

 

How can we learn to pour through these fearsome tempests,

The holes we dig, the raging Celtic seas?

 

Together, we recline incandescent and practiced,

The rising emotion tickled pink by the ferocity of the felling tides

And the beauty stored within a formless

Yet flickering offshore light.

 

An abandoned lighthouse scars the lovers peninsula,

Sacred land of ruins and mountain ponies.

Off its craggy cliff;

Rowing aimlessly to make my waves

Across the glittering depths of unknown truths.

 

 

 

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Alan Watts – Guru, Scoundrel or ‘Spiritual Entertainer’?

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I’ve been listening to more Alan Watts recently and stumbled across this old post that you may enjoy. Does it matter that our spiritual guru’s are rascals? Or does it just make them more endearing and human. More real?

Originally posted on Riding effortlessly on a large green turtle:

‘There was a young man who said Dan, for it certainly seems I am, a creature that moves in determinate grooves, I’m not even a bus I’m a tram.’ 

Alan Watts is a man who has taught me much, giving me insight and inspiration and always a good laugh.  Although he died in the early ’70’s his legacy lives on in his many books, recordings and the seemingly endless clips on Youtube.

Alan’s words deeply resonate with me, he was a man who didn’t seem to take himself or life too seriously.  I am always heartened by his mischievous belly laugh, which for me, was an integral part of his appeal (and teachings!).

Under a Thai Sun, Prachuap Kiri Khan, Thailand

By his own admission, Alan was a ‘spiritual entertainer'; but he was surely being modest, he was much more than that to so many folk.  He was a scholar who…

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