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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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Tapovan (A Collection) – Himalayas, India

Above Rishikesh

Above Rishikesh

Tapovan

Where the great sages

Once sat;

Where now I sit,

A humble scribble.

 

Rest with the holy men

And look to the stars.

 

Narrow windows

Of the soul,

Gleaming eyes

And begging bowls.

 

One and Many Faces

Within the calmest chamber of my heart, I found you sleeping;

Truth flowered from your eyes.

Locked in your gaze I remained breathless

And in your arms I gladly died.

 

Lost in the depths of love, guided by an inner bride,

May we merge these senses, make these revolutions shine.

 

Our silent dance now roars, engulfs all suffering;

Shatters illusory doors, floating on this conscious stream.

 

On the backs of Gods we ride, pilgrims ever set for salvation;

Beyond the temples of twisted mind, all one and many faces.

A Jungle Waterfall

A Jungle Waterfall

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Fanned by the flame of infinite

Destiny; we are naturally cursed and blessed.

 

Hung in the cauldron of uncertainty, envy grips sincerity.

 

Crude words blot the page,

Sorrow is the cause

For the mountain orchids speak.

 

Nameless Sage

There is a formless forest guru, teak carved and polished clear;

As a tiger stalks and kills, this wooden soul would sit.

Just an old stone wasting no time at all; tendrils for toes, ascending with

Nature.  A rare breed with cloud-like constitution.

 

Given to an internal voyage, of Syrius he claimed soul form.

Now fully merged and fresh ash smeared, elephant hide wrapped tight to his ribs,

His three eyes stare at unity, directly.

 

Deep in the forest, lungs lined with early morning dew,

He talks only with tiny birds and hears of the coming rains.

Living out the depths of truth, where existence is the nectar,

A bliss filled concentration of effortless implication.

 

This heart a humble furnace, the nameless sage

Who charges the Himalayas with stillness,

A tranquil quake of focused purity.

 

Silent Song

In early day the mist has come,

Trees are stirring.

 

There is a deep well of beauty,

Still in time.

 

I hear the river fall

From the centre of the morning sun;

 

To disappear forever,

In silent, silent song.

 

Mandala Void

From out of the void,

A mandala, a body;

 

Something visible where the mind may feast

And fracture.

 

These fragments of burning candles,

The taste to realize;

Sweet mango, fresh chai.

 

White Swans

Rest easy in this celestial session,

Loving all, excluding nought.

 

All religions written in the mental sky.

When it clears, expose the vast light of truth.

 

Infinite the beatitude, god is nothing to fear.

Finer energies exist here, higher powers

We may touch; that we are.

 

Sleepless and nestled in the mothers arms.

Safe to tread the path riding white swans,

Wearing bells.

 

Here or There

Here or there; a fantastic meander,

Wild elephants in fields of sunflowers.

 

At odds with the love we are,

We are sleeping to make new days.

 

Yet all night our lamp

Still burns with grace.

The valley leading to Rishikesh

The valley leading to Rishikesh

Extracts from a collection written in Rishikesh, India, January ’14

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Still here! So What?

So what?  Grumpy Monkies - Hampi, India

So what? Grumpy Monkies – Hampi, India

Still here………..?

Some poetry for the new dawning.

And the end of all our exploring

Will be to arrive where we started

And to know the place for the first time.

T.S. Elliot

I have longed to move away

From the hissing of the spent lie

And the old terrors’ continued cry

Growing more terrible as the day

Goes over the hill into the deep sea…….

I have longed to move away but am afraid;

Some life, yet unspent, might explode

Out of the cold lie burning on the ground,

And, crackling into air, leave me half-blind.

Dylan Thomas

Everyone who is calm and sensible is insane.

Rumi

Well done us, for creating a fussX

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Big Sun

Obelisk above Nantlle Valley, Wales

Big sun,
Hang over,
As I live and breathe
In the light of orange fox,
As the sound
Of distant stream
Cools my fire
And stirs green trees.

Moon signs,
White light,
In the depths of valleys
Where rocks rise
Like great ships
And wheat ears catch the breeze
Of the forever changing.

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