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We Come To

I had fallen from the skies but refused to land,
I was lodged in the green canopy of wilderness you see,
I had dropped through the patterned grains of a dreaming tree,
Just following the passage of water, drifted down
Murky rivers, drawing me out of the jungle,
The salt in my blood and tears craved the ocean.

I was 121 species of ants and unfathomable
Species of nocturnal butterflies. I was the crocodiles eyes
Slipping just beneath the surface.
I awoke in a hut.

I realise that nature fears me and rightly so,
I am rarely consumed by her.
But I can’t get in line either, can’t wolf down,
Can’t call for Mother when she seems feint.
It’s as if our hands were not living and our hearts
Never beat and we cared too little to look up
Or kick out and scream.

To another’s snake-like dream tryst I’m wed,
Eyes closed and grooving, feeling the forgotten acoustics
Of exploding histories, a poke square in the instincts.

Sometimes it’s easier that way
Y’know. To bubble.

The Amazon is a gateway, each tree a message, the birds,
Our punctuation to assimilate with natures rhythm section.
The howler howls,
The shaman’s feather drums,
The ether,
We raise our sail.

But what is illusion?
To avoid the banquet of vine soul humming, not to
Stifle the fire flies of pent up mayhem, flickering; I reach down in, then out,
Chest expands, deflates, unassisted.
“Is this my heart?”
Each time my vessel is emptied, it refills with purer moonshine.

A human sacrifice. Experience, just vibration.
Crude ripples escaping without source, rhyme nor reason.
Without destination, meaning or hooks,
But maybe a melody or a jam,
Maybe the sound of a distant flute echoing within
A beat drunkards haiku.

Why not now?
Rip our hearts out, the black eyed priest
With fangs and deformed jaguar thumbs.
Life has always been the greatest offering
Beneath the blinking star maps.
Why not now?

But who lives the game? We are all gamblers in
Tormented ignorance of the stakes.
There is death beneath our life and only nothing to win.
No risks. No dealer.

Warm blood, airbags, radiohead.
Small huts and feathers shed, blown sour smoke,
Naked games in the steaming hysteria of polyphonic insect symphony.
The pinnacle of beauty, our forms, the depravity of our being.

We must hum together to cleanse this space.
We must hold hands to form new beings, new shapes.
We must take our clothes off
And pray for heightened states of gibberish, feel our way through
The shifting symbols of language and flesh,
Melt these villages with the power of volcanic insight
And mist.
Then, with the white hot ash, cauterize our wounds.
The destroyed, freed by the destroyer,
As we dance in circles, holding hands,
To the tune of silent laughter.

The sweat is pouring down my wax mask.
The river is bursting it’s banks and tears flow across
The horizon.
I look down to my nails, have I clawed at the red earth?
Everything is gossamer pulsation and nothing is missed.
The poison arrow frogs come in slick numbers,
Reality so densely humid, we are breathing in brackish fluid
With lungs the texture of plastic shopping bags.

On palm stilts, above the murky wash and tumble,
A height where we believe we are safe. But for how long?
And what’s the cost? And who’s counting?
Our foundations seem to fade,
“We don’t even know you!”
Then something and twists, down near the heart
And into the wash we scatter jacks.

Before dawn, we come to.
The plants blew mystic clouds into the
Conch shell and we heard her quietly weeping.
Then a voice from the back row booming; “It’s Tuesday.”

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Reflecting by the lake

Winter has come for many of us. A time for endurance, truth, creativity and most of all, reflection. Have we lived well in 2016? No doubt we have been doing our best in difficult circumstances. Being here is tough!

I love to watch the seasons pass, each has its own characteristics and gifts. Nature offers a beautiful reminder of my own lifes journey, from spring to winter, and guidance in how best to live well in the seasons of this life. In winter I appreciate stillness, learning to forgive and heal, myself and others.

The world is a rocky place, filled with distractions and conflict, but a healthy connection with nature and the earth is central part of contentment, happiness and fulfilment. I have a great relationship and responsibility when I realise that I am an essential part of nature and life cannot be sustained without the vitality of the earth. My life, in so many ways, is a fragile harmony.

I was reading this this morning and found it focused my mind on a simpler path of appreciation (many traditions refer to the earth as ‘her’ or ‘Mother’ and I like it):

‘Every particle of us comes from her
Through the food we take from her daily.

We all start out as tiny seeds.
We have grown to our present state and status
Through what she provides.

She is truly our Mother
And must be acknowledged and respected.’

– Ogala Peace Pipe Ceremony

We once, as a human family on each continent of the earth, lived in balance with nature. With this approach and sentiment maybe our collective love of money and power will be transformed and we can reclaim our own balance with love and respect for ourselves and each other; Mother Earth, wise nature and every living thing.

We are all highly sensitive beings, it is no wonder there is so much fear, anxiety and feelings of isolation and resentment. The way that our societies approach life and treat nature is rotten at the roots. We are treated like cold machines, when in reality, we are warm breezes.

Each morning brings fresh opportunities. So many chances to change, build deeper and more sustaining relationships, making ourselves stronger with unity and love, giving ourselves the strength to ride out even the roughest of times with dignity and respect. An example to follow. Each one of us a great leader contributing to a brighter future.

A crisis sometimes just needs a shift in perspective and appreciation of what we are and have.
This is my wish this mornning reflecting by the lake.

Peace and Happiness from Pokhara, NepalX

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“The more knowledge we acquire, the more mystery we find…”

“The more knowledge we acquire, the more mystery we find…A human being is part of the whole, called by us the Universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separate from the rest – a kind of optical illusion o his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace alll living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty. Nobody is able to achieve this completely, but the striving for such achievement is in itself part of the liberation and a foundation for inner security.”
Albert Einstein

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Perfectly Normal

We are connected

In a web of living colour

All shades of a gentle love;

Empty of meaning, far beyond belief,

Finding purpose in the

Harmony within,

Ever changing, we are…..

We are connected, we are related,

All energies interact

In the space in which we share;

The thoughts that rise,

The place where we hide,

A dusty mirror, the essence of all things.

We are linked and cannot deny

Our shared emotions,

The empathy that resides within us all,

No matter how muffled,

There is a voice that speaks truth

Deeply, from one heart,

A shared compassion,

The joy experienced in peace,

Our potential which cares

And forgives our numbness,

Our blindness within the light.

Divinity is perfectly normal.

In the energies we embody,

May we realise our innate power,

Realise our boundless nature,

Better to serve

By helping others and giving

Without recourse.

Always doing a little, for all;

A little more good, because we can

Be ever humble and simple.

Love reveals that darkness

Is filled with light.

May no one suffer in silence

And ever feel alone,

Separated from the freedom and instincts

Of an innocent child.

May we feel balance, here,

Conscious of our limitations,

Boundless between thought,

Aware of the dreamless states that come,

Awakened to the eternal.

Inside, outside,

Ever present.

Outside, inside,

All one.

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Freedom from fear – Nisargadatta Maharaj

Stop attributing names and shapes to the essentially nameless and formless, realize that every mode of perception is subjective, that what is seen or heard, touched or smelled, felt or thought,expected or imagined, is in the mind and not in reality, and you will experience peace and freedom from fear. ~ Nisargadatta Maharaj

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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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No fear in the familiar

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Sunset from Llyn Peninsula

Mysterious wisdom,
The hovering art,
The ‘all seeing eye!’

Beating the game through
A pack of propaganda.
Where are the super heroes we seek?

The infinite in the ordinary,
The wisdom of the ages
Ensnared by the daily grind,

In bodies, in minds.

Where is the siddhi of truth?
Lost in the foothills of the insane
Desire spirals in a consuming charade.

Have we thought it through?
You; the master who rules.
The mantle of a god is a curse.

No alarms, no surprises,
No shock and joy.
Will relates to the extraordinary.

True affection
In the humanity of petty existence;
Brilliant existence,
Existence for the sake of it.

Do not be disappointed
By the magical mornings
Of grey skies and cold toast.

No white robes or
Beatific folly can ease
The darkness drawn to your gaze.

Do not fear the familiar,
For the tired lines on your face
Are the brushstrokes of true grace.

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