Wednesday 12 October 2022

Morning Trees

Morning Trees

The monochrome silhouettes
Of the trees stood still
Yet alive against the soft
Brightening dawn sky—

The crows alighting atop
Sent gentle pulses
Along the long, stiff
The leaves shuttering
In acquiescence.

The horizon behind
Was a hazy peach hue
Fading up to a
Cool white luminescence—

As the dawning of the sun
Approached, the whole
Town brightened
With lively anticipation.

Duality No.3

Thursday 6 October 2022

Quiet Morning Questions


Quiet Morning Questions (inspired by the beauty of the rising red sun through the smoky horizon)

Reflecting back on the dualistic nature of our psyche, the simple character of our thought patterns, brings great clarity and serenity. Questioning the structure of thinking, agreeing or disagreeing, deciding, hoping, expecting, celebrating success or feeling the pain of failure, trying to stay motivated, and using reward or punishment tactics on oneself—are all the workings of the dualistic mind. What a drama. Yet we need not push this all away for there is beauty in it just as there is beauty in every single motion, compound (which we may call objects or creatures), idea, scene, and ultimately insight. Insights are the juice of truth. They emerge with purifying energy, instantly dissolving related confusion. Are insights dual? Or are insights of what the yogis call a single-pointed mind?
Arch No.1

Wednesday 5 October 2022

Thoughts on Violence and Love

There is cold violence
And cold eyes
Staring blindly into a world of illusion
A self-created world tainted by vengeance
And wrath,
And there is such precise action,
Such power, such cunning control;
Vast crowds believe
The one-sided words,
The rotting stories and promises
Of cleansing action
Which indeed cleanse not
But only perpetuate
This cycle of misery and pride.

All are innocent
Like small children,
Acting in reaction
To a disturbance,
Protecting themselves
The only way they know how.
Except, now, these impulses
Are disguised in fancy words
Designed to impress
And persuade a gullible group.

Engaging not
In these stories
Fuelled by pain
We stand and smile—

We will stand in peace,
In peaceful strength
Fuelled by wisdom,
Not hate, not anger,
Not in reaction,
But in a different world,
A world in Love.

The angry man
Strikes with a fist
And gets nothing
But air—

Untouchable is Love,
So foreign from anger,
So pure and clean,
So vast and timeless—

Faith is knowing
That Love is the Ground.
Love cannot be harmed
By thought-driven acts,
By physical motion—

Anger requires a story
Which fuels its fire,
Love has no time,
No memory,
No past, present, future,
But is timeless Life,
Shining Life.

Faith is knowing
That Love discriminates not,
But permeates all
And everyone—

If blindness will awaken
To light,
The light must shine brighter,
Blindingly bright,
Like the sun,
But not with fire,
But with Love.

The fire of Love.

Duality No.3