In this unfractured universe where can this “bothersome”* be found? Why expend so much energy looking for fractures in this unfractured unfracturable whole?
Crossing the Wye in the early evening suddenly falling deeper and deeper into the depths of the moon shining shining rippling rippling reflected in the running waters under the vast arch of deep blue sky
The garden twinkles in the dark morning stars that fell in love with the green earth have come to play to sing and dance in the garden with twinkling smiles of joy!
It used to be that I looked to the night sky And only saw the moon so bright and round Now that I have met you the night sky seems so different No longer is the silent moon complete and all that I see Instead I look to the night sky and seeing the moon I look around for the stars that accompany it For a solitary moon might be full of beauty But together with the stars it is a dance joy and delight!
Stretching limbs A lively little sparrow Joins me as it sits in the tree For a moment Glancing up The bright half moon Joins me as the clouds part For a moment Mind settling A warm memory of you Joins me as I sit with Buddha For a moment
A late night toilet trip And I return to the zoo Snores, grunts, groans, wheezes Reverberate up and down the space Beneath the Cosmic Buddha's smile As I too smile and return to sleep
Upstairs people Toss and turn restless As a loud snore Fills the space But I stand At the window Gazing outside To the bright moon And the Evening Star With a foolish grin And a heart full of joy
The moon is out again As the clouds race by It's bright light Pierces right through Direct to my eye While the cold wind blows As I pause in the cloister To compose a short poem
An honoured monk suggests I Might have an interesting Question or two But really what else Is there to ask Besides how to solve The Great Matter And this bothersome “I”?
The bright moon Accompanies me Whispers to me Softly, so peacefully Then suddenly I see A handful of stars Sending a spark Straight to my heart As joy bubbles up With a grin!
I light the altar candles in the early morning gloom And then the abbey bells from a mile or two away penetrate the room Or do they ring within my mind? As we practice awakening Together, the bells and I
And yet this morning There is something so Calm and refreshing Tender and intimate Relaxing and surrendering To the touch and the feel Of the crashing cold Water on my face
Standing in the shower cubicle, I press the button. A sudden torrent of cold water Greets me, Drenching me in shock! Reassuring thoughts babble on; That soon the water will be warm. But they are powerless against The sheer physicality of being awake, In the shocking cold water And then the warm water comes, Bathing me, embracing me. My body drinks it in, With deep appreciation And awareness Ahh! [01 Oct 2007]
The days may pass slowly Doing very little But the years pass swiftly Filled with events Ages I once talked about As distant as the planets Now just around the corner Awaiting my arrival
Sunday morning and the rain pours down the patio starts to flood and we add the numbers up write the letters in a row homework's all done!
Start to cook lunch and my mind begins to wonder what she's doing now down the other end of there far away from here and yet also close somehow
Staring at her photos for far too long last night sharing broken languages and insights into living laughing at ourselves as we both turn into pumpkins This funny silly sparrow landing in my life via msn and skype touching down upon my desktop causing endless smiles and not a little strife!
writing late at night dim torchlight in the tent the pen in my right hand mysteriously moves across the page leaving ink marks as it goes my glasses put away i hold the paper to my nose hoping that i'll still be able to read it in the light of day
How to capture that feeling in words? Everything's OK. She'll be right mate! No worries! No problem! Everything in its place. Mountains are just mountains. Body and mind at ease.
A low moon glimpsed above The silhouette of trees Lining our field Heralds the onset of the night Soon joined by the evening star Venus always there The screeches and calls of an owl Over the gush of the stream So many stars above [19 Aug 2007]
A summer holiday weekend not quite complete Reminds me of places and people past not quite relinquished As I practice letting go arriving in the present
Getting up early in the morning meditation is my rock upon which the waves of self concern play themselves out Crashing, Bashing Sucking, Pulling Swirling and Whirling Twisting and Turning Foaming, Spraying Somewhere in their deep dark depths emotions dwell their menace covered by the surface noise [05 Aug 06]
A day of sitting Back in the old familiar place Familiar faces, spaces Memories and feelings Things I thought I’d left behind Come back to visit Arising in my mind
Sitting patiently While the mind Scampers and jumps about Chasing thoughts and ideas Until suddenly observed It lets go of its quarry And takes a moment’s Pause ~ Sitting quietly While the mind Gently observes the senses Sights, sounds, smells, sensations Allowed to be Just as they are For a moment Now
A dead fox on the road Grey clouds A sprinkling of birds taking flight Sunshine streaming through A hill glowing in the distance A train slides through the landscape
Poems seem to arise Every minute or so Gone before I find a pen and paper ~ I walk to the supermarket I walk back Surprised it’s already past 4 o’clock ~ I ride my new bike An epic journey Around a few small blocks ~ A brief visit to Maenllwyd Feels like a journey To Shambala and back ~ A patch of snow in the gutter Turns out to be A plastic shopping bag ~ Not hungry I think about sandwiches Goats cheese and spinach leaves