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Images on the Road ’16-’17

Practicing Tai Chi – Beside the Forbidden City, Beijing

I’ve been on the road for over a year; Spain, Italy, Albania, Kosovo, Macedonia, Greece, Thailand, Indonesia, China, Nepal, India, soon to be Ethiopia (flying visit), Lebanon….. I enjoy taking photographs and I challenged myself to pick a few of my favourite images to show you. I came up with these.  All taken on my Mum’s old phone.

Girls dressed up for a festival – Kathmandu

The Togean Ocean – Sulawesi, Indonesia

Annapurna 1 – Annapurna Base Camp, Nepal

Graffiti – Valora, Albania

One of a Billion Diety – Kathmandu, Nepal

Have a coconut – Pondicherry, India

Green Canopy – Somewhere in Indonesia

Shepherd Family – The Accursed Mountains, Between Albania and Kosovo

Flower Shower – Tiger Leaping Gorge, China

Chai Stop – Mcleod Ganj, India

Books by the Fire – Pokhara, Nepal

Snack Time – Kolkatta, India

Guru Bar – Anjuna, Goa

Incense Offerings – Henan, China

Streetside Art – Lecce, Italy

Mountain Donkeys – Annapurna, Nepal

Little Monks – Kopan Monastery, Nepal

Old Men Gambling – Guangxhi Province, China

Concrete Nightmare – Guangzhou, China

Baba – Kathmandu, Nepal

Home grown Chilli – Longchi Rice Terraces, China

La Azhoia Sunset – Murcia, Spain

Longchi Rice Terraces, China

Meditation – Kopan Monastery, Nepal (Taken by Jase Web)

Monkey Minds – Bins, Mcleod Ganj

Sewing Machine – Kathmandu

Riding Effortlessly on the Great Wall – China

 

 

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Find beauty and magic in all things….

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“Life is what you make it,” this is very true.
Find beauty and magic in all things,
and the Love that sees you through.
When you look at the world where you live,
seek not your gain, but what you can give.
When a man is poor, and hungers, and thirsts,
serve not yourself til you serve this man first.
When a man is down and seeks shelter from cold, give him shelter.
You’ll receive blessings untold.
Live by the Golden Rule:
Do unto others as you’d have done unto you.
And always remember:
When you destroy, you destroy a part of you, too.
Life is what you make of it!”

~ Unknown

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Shelter from the Storm

Rose Valley, Cappadocia, Turkey, 15/11/14

Rose Valley, Cappadocia, Turkey, 15/11/14

My heart is sung out,
But to where does honesty carry
The buoyant caste.

Metallic clouds ring the sky
With grey,
Circle my stilling mind
With a heavy halo.

Lightning strikes the village pond;
Lashing black striation
Of awesome calm and power,
Baby frogs take cover
Beneath the blades of quivering grass.

The fields sway in controlled ways,
The well rehearsed bird song unfolds;
The reason we are reaching out
Only to return to centre.

All things that flip and flow
Off centre,
Balance redressed when gaze
Turns back;
To the source of heart and soul,
The primal clicking of some things
Unseen; some more,
Without cause or measure.

Where once we rested
Naked in the dark,
Small bells tied to our ankles
In a cascading melody of calm.

Drops of storm rain cleanse
The silver mirror,
Slipping on over surfaces; snagged on
Rougher edges,
Lost in the engravings of the
Ceremonial plate.

Cappadocia, Turkey 15/11/14

Cappadocia, Turkey 15/11/14

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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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When the Music Stirred Edward

Edward

Edward

when the music stirs ohio,

streets are on fire,

dancing feet; chi vapours,

child shadow, voices in heads.

 

come dance on the streets,

she moves in ripples,

like child in sand,

come dance with me,

angel come down;

 

there can be no losers in

these virgin moves.

we learn as we burn

by turnpikes we turned right.

we are safe in the certainty of

all the things we don’t know,

staying young and doubtful.

 

the world joins when we dance;

just a touch

in seamless fields

where we love; one motion,

one act, one giant wave in the tears of broken hearts,

broken messiahs and the chronic mission.

 

the mountains moved legion

beneath cracked heels,

after all these revolutions,

ages of tyrants and fate,

dreams still steady as the sky,

endlessly open, endless oceans;

falling! falling! falling! (for something)

never real.

 

mother, please know that

i’m no longer dying,

no longer taking for granted

the storm signs that weathered

my soul,

certain to suffer freely

without remorse.

 

the teachings unearthed were wise grains,

in drums and strings

assured,

one step east

and we recline

in the easy chairs of liberation

(and a full refund with extras).

 

so i wear my make up hard,

life is dressing up,

losing your head and

growing it back again;

falling deeply into grooves,

all components lost and found

to feel silent and humble,

mute models of perfection in

spiralling implications of true beauty

realised.

 

one cloud migrating, no longer strange,

no longer longing, no longer desirable;

just desire, not wanting to pray anymore.

i love this here.

 

my maker, help me to the sun,

i reach for you to become

the stars and forgotten corners,

to be come courageous in the dark,

close my eyes in final peace.

 

i wish you to sweetly dissolve in

one effortless leap of true

endeavour,

a child again, at play,

changing trains in mindless states;

pushing off into never never land

for good.

 

on the road, still far gone,

caught way down the line,

wishful and fearful of death

in equal measure;

 

when i woke as a Burmese monk, in a dream,

i was murdered for what i believe.

a bullet in the brow and I was no more.

 

mother call; to live fresh in now.

down here; into light, into sound.

not turning cold shoulders on love

in this dawn of jilted lovers.

not to feign bliss, fake the freedoms to be found;

but to live immersed

in the higher heart, suffused with soul

and carefree verve.

 

When the music stirred Edward,

many apples came calling

and hope fell (BANG!) from the tree.

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Hushed Monsoon

 

View from the Western Ghats - Tamil Nadu, India

View from the Western Ghats – Tamil Nadu, India

At the vanguard of life,

Captured by the stream and the essence of being.

 

In the community of bamboo clusters and

Bougainvillea clouds;

We collect flowers for compost.

Fresh seeds shower the lanes,

To reap and sow as nature dictates.

 

The garden is speaking softly

Of a greatness in effortless intention.

No thought, no goal; pure action realised.

 

Do nothing for the seasons dance along with us.

We regenerate freely with open hearts;

We can no longer leave, we can no longer stay.

 

Life is cleansed of doing and in wholeness we abstain;

Suspended in the process,

 

Transfixed by the pink moons passage

And the sound of hushed monsoon

Coming to wash it all away.

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Mars Returns

Burning sunrise over Kodai Kanal, Tamil Nadu

Burning sunrise over Kodai Kanal, Tamil Nadu

 

On clear nights I stand shivering, looking up;

The song lines are sung, I track the paths between stars and

All else that brought me here; to harrow point.

 

We trace the patterns with love, that which joins us within a circle;

We fake eternal empathy for a seat at the wicker table.

 

There is a melody that must not be heard.

A madness emanates within the mighty chasms

Of this universal emptiness, the morning prayer bells are rung

For no one,

One hand reaching out from the orange robes.

 

Such bitter pills of truth are to be swallowed whole, in their barbed entirety,

Grains of sweetness cannot confer the taste of relinquished fortune.

Epiphanies of nonsense breeds contentment within

A bottomless pit of arcane ardour.

 

I feign bravery towards it, I feel cloaked by it in fleeting moments.

It is a tone that alters my heart; disrupts my wiring,

Leaves me naked before beauty.

 

As a steadying gesture upon my arm, a defamed soliloquy.

In a silent corner, find a stained glass mind

To filter out such light.

 

The vertiginous nature of this dance

Seems eased enough that I may play my hand,

I may no longer desecrate that space.

 

Playing at God with planets.

In a sanctified peace, I look to my feet

For pleasure proceeds and wish for visions of Mars

And Jupiter colliding in truth sparks.

 

The inception of red flames, engulfing a single

Lone witness, who’s halo remains the leaves and thorns

Of a solitary bramble row.

 

In these astral lanes we find a way.

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