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Aphorisms watching rain fall – 18th May 2017

Aphorisms written in a cafe, watching rain fall, waiting for a Buddha burger, dreaming in the day:

Everything you wished for you have, everything you need is here.

Life may be a sick show, but wisdom and love is the cure.

Hate is just love on a bad day.

Be at ease, accept yourself.

Peace is like a flower, let it grow, let it see the sun. Don’t cut it, own it, remove it from it’s roots.

Give, we’ve nothing to lose.

Every mistake is precious. Make more!

Breathe well, live with grace, ease the mind, heart opens.

Each moment is raw potential. Who do we want to be?

We can choose to live deep and rich or shallow and poor.

We are here to learn and grow, believe in an end to fear.

Where is your mind? Really! It is everywhere.

Live the mystery.

Life happens now. The present is all there is. Live there.

Loving relationships are the basis for a happy, successful life.

In a relationship explore your unity, don’t dwell on differences.

Wealth comes from a wise heart, not a fat wallet.

Enrichment, liberation, peace and inspiration, only comes in silence.

If you pray, pray for love.

Love grows where no one knows.

Without beauty, we are bricks.

Living without expectations means you’re never disappointed.

Everything matters, the tiniest details.

The more subtle we become, the more we feel.

The lighter we are, the more we see.

Be fluid like a wild river.

Fragrance is a memory.

Feel the electricity between us.

Forget yourself and remember bliss. The art of being,

There is no light without dark, or dark without light and someone keeps playing with the switch.

Learn in the dark, live in the light.

To be there for someone, just listen.

Between thoughts, disappear.

A moment of love reveals everything

Forget comparisons to others. There is only one you. That’s enough, that’s perfect!

Approach negativity with positivity.

Laughter is a sacred song,

Seasons are wheel, our life is a wheel, beyond that, bigger wheels.

On your tiptoes, see over the fence, glimpse the beyond.

In conflict, put a foot on both sides of the fence. See yourself in everyone. You’re there!

Each breath is a doorway, where do you want to go?

Everyone is an island until they taste the ocean.

The body is just a boat delivering us to another shore.

When you look at the stars, they know you’re watching.

Be an open hand, not a fist.

The ‘nightmare’ is our greatest teacher.

Try something new. Stay fresh.

Opinions are like a noose, choking free thought and free living.

We are all in prison. We are the prison!

Love has not boundaries, hate can only rise in ignorance.

Anger hurts both ways.

Our story is not written; you’re the dancer, the director, the set designer, the tea maker, the narrator, the star actor.

To believe in fate, is fatal.

Believe you can and will always change.

There is no ‘easy life’.

Our blood contains the salt of great oceans, our flesh, the dust of many stars, our mind, the infinite dreaming.

What comes, comes.

Don’t fight, don’t buy, don’t push, don’t think too much, don’t try.

What comes, comes. Then goes.

Nothing lasts, nothing is gained.

Only freedom matters.

Whatever your beliefs, leave room for love.

Words can be weapons or an embrace.  They cannot be taken back.  Choose them wisely.

Conflict is the spark of existence, the creator. Embrace it.

Everything we do is ego based. Without ego, we are not. Joy!

The ego is right in front, all the time. Face it.

Go deeper, then we know what is to be done.

We make our living by living.

Secrets are the fun part, leave them to enchant, let them work their magic.

No one really knows, if they say they do, they don’t.

The heart draws us from the mind to meditation.

Enlightenment is a ridiculous goal!

You cannot be bored. Nothing is missing.

Less talk, more listen.

The failure in life is wiser.

Know death, know life.

Life is perfectly simple and infinitely complex.

See the beauty in the ordinary and plain.

We only ever grieve for ourselves.

Our true nature is love.

Life is not here to be take seriously.  Howl at the moon.

This game is freedom, exploration, questioning, laughter, compassion, wisdom, contentment, health, dancing, sharing, meditation, teas, chocolate, trust, mischief.

Get out of your mind.

Dance on the edge, don’t fade away.

Be love, not fear.

Sometimes, the hardest advice to take is our own.

The burger is here.

With love, Lx

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Moonchild with the Sunny Eyes

Watching the night pass by the bus window,
A reminder of how bleak things can grow,
Under each lightbulb hangs a theatre of memories
And chaotic visions,
In the day we create, in the night we are created.

Here, where not one has fully let the light in,
We may believe that love saves but
Our many shades of love leave us wondering.

The distant piano drifts down from the dark and still house,
In it the lonely shiver of not knowing.
I saw the half gold moon fall past the crumbling concrete
And sleeping crows,
Felt the nervous stirring of the dreamers and the lost souls
Wrapped in blankets within their family of shadows.

Sins inflamed at the dead of night and yet
Somewhere, tucked away, we know there is singing
And dancing.

Innocence, we surrender beneath the arc of stars,
As the universe cycles through the spiralling fingers of trees,
Strength comes from knowing the lost and wandering,
Just another moonchild with the sun in their eyes.

So much of this becomes overgrown
As we all return to nature, rubbing ash over our bodies.
But looking into the night, the light inside tickles
And here I am, growing closer to dawn.

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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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Rips in Something Greater

The Hourglass

A kind of truth daubed and clung, full mind eclipse,
Rips in something greater.

Exotic glimpses into raging symmetry,
A fully conscious blink.

Emptied of immensity and feeling,
Invisible numbers inhabit boundless desires.

Vision unparalleled through the mystic lens,
All wrapped up snugly in the gifts of a cosmic mentor.

Dying Star

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The Poetry of the Bauls

Bauls, the wandering mystics and minstrels of Bengal. Their branch of thought pre-dates even the Rig Vedas; for me their poetry and songs evoke all that is magical about India.

My soul cries out,
caught in the snare of beauty
of the formless one,

As I cry myself,
Night and day,
Beauty amassed before my eyes,
Surpasses moons and suns.

If I look at the clouds in the sky,
I see his beauty afloat.
And I see him walk on the stars,
Blazing within my heart.

I am returning to India in early January and ‘Riding effortlessly……’ will switch from a mainly poetry based blog to being a mainly travelling poetry blog.

Wishing you all a peaceful Christmas time and prosperous New OneX

 

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The Sound of Soul

Guided by the eminence

Of being here,

A master sat with clay,

Enlivened in the aroma

Of sage and age-less incantations.

Take up the reigns,

Transcend

The irrelevant guise,

Desires

Crushed between thighs,

In the symphony of this downpour,

Wash yourself clean,

Purified in the deluge.

Chaos breeds

A harmony inexplicable,

Restful

In a seat of awesome power.

Control elusive and irrelevant

In the cascading existence

Of the glacial stream,

Here lies the source

Crystallised in nothingness,

The bluish grit and glory of being

Prevalent in its vastness.

Silence

Preceding all things,

Beauty

Perceived by the heart

Of the beholder,

We bath in the light of love,

Just this.

As great ages pass,

Rain scents vision ecstatic

Washing clean a mystery serene

With memories of who I have been.

Senses revived,

Shadows dancing on the walls.

Shivering far from dawn.

Unfettered by pronounced logic

in the divide,

Chasms bridged eternally

With the blink of a sightless eye,

The endemic mirage a tireless expanse

Of reason,

Hear it fall

And feel reborn,

The echoes of a thousand Buddhas

Resound within your skull,

Pad lightly alongside benevolence,

Perfectly present,

Never alone.

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Visions Beyond the Seen

How rare these airs that we breath!  

Corollas fill the earthly skies,  

Breathing in light, into light itself, breeding life into 

The cosmic centre, 

Alive within the heart of all things.  

 

How solid our nature, how little we ‘feel’, 

How complex our stupidity, when all forms are freed.  

How crippled our senses before something so vast, 

To find that we are the creator evolving through ash.  

 

The moon leaves our chest and we trip on the stars, 

Our higher nature speaks of a dance

With a distant mirage, 

Through cosmic fires and ethereal shadows 

We are destiny engaged, emerging from the dark. 

 

I incarnate as this ornament, this thick gaseous cluster,

Alone to wonder at the mystery. 

My primeval shape returns in a dream 

And in the tones of my soul, I ascend to a calmer sea, 

With the trailing paths of fireflies

And visions beyond the seen,

Proceeding between sun and moon,

A balance supreme.

 

My senses brushed with light

My soul aflame, guided by the lamp

Of the illumined archer, his arrows fall blindly 

Upon the fools in the temple,

 

I wade through this water,

Fall through this picture,

Towards the symbols of the seer

In this mighty work of art,

Greater clarity ever near,

Spinning in eternal bliss,

Emerging as an open flower 

In the tumult of the glittering abyss.

 

Beyond my imagination, I sense Isis

And need go no further.      

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