Reflections Of A Pine Elder

February 8, 2014

A Pine tree
Far away in a nursery by the sea
Grandmother Pine tells her story
Reflecting on what could have been
There once was a maiden so lonely
A lovely sapling among many
She was named Pine appropriately

In a sylvan corner of the country
Chipmunks played hide and go seek
Gathering pine-cones for the week
Mournful Maiden Pine lost in a dream
When will my lover come for me
Whisk me away make me happy

Strolling through the woods
One momentous day as happened to be
His sober gait halted abruptly
A handsome young man gazed in awe
Enchanted by her singular beauty
He collected her carefully

Close to his heart she clung
Feeling a little giddy
A happy-go-lucky lady she will be
In a nursery overlooking the sea
In rows of pampered trees she lay pretty
Grown stunted self-contained in pottery

Her station secured
Happy in comfort aplenty
Pondering the newbies
Coddled to stifling extravagance
Primped in the ways of his fancy
Bent into shapes of whimsy

What once was so exciting now mundane
For her the blue jays seem to jeer
A feeling of emptiness of something amiss
She longed for the life she left behind
The carefree days in the woods
As nature has designed

She recalls the story as was told
A tiny seed grows into a mighty tree
A miracle known to her forebears of old
Within the heart of every seed
Lies the imprint of her destiny
A shining point of light a promise of what will be

A powerful force within
A witness to life unfold
A slender sprout to sturdy adult
Love in action
The will to become
A splendour to behold

Nature’s gifts:
Love
Beauty
Freedom
Joy
Beingness

 

Illusions

January 16, 2014

Illusions
This world is a cosmic play
Co-Creators of illusion
When chaos runs rampant
These troublesome events
We wish they would go away
We pray for a saviour
We are in spiritual crisis
Looking for divine intervention

Pray for illumination
Show us the effects of our actions
With unity awareness
Every moment we choose mindfully
We walk in beauty
A reality of separate consciousness
Perpetuates the need to run away
A self-inflicted suffering
Why not create with integrity

Loving
Being loved
Remembering love
How can we create a toxic world
Where profits prevail
Overruling justice
Landfills bursting with cast-offs
The promise of happiness
The cure for loneliness

No solutions outside of ourselves
We choose how we live
Contemplate who we are
Where we came from
Where we are going
What we are looking for
In the end we find only oneness
No Illusions of other

Come To The Meeting Place

January 5, 2014


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Come to the meeting place
The Keepers beckon
Lay down your arms
Nothing to defend
Honour and glory long outmoded
The battle is now an inner one
A new paradigm shift
Come join in the dance
Compassion overshadows power grabbing
Selfish needs reach out to include all
Disdainful apathy blossom into loving-kindness
Lonesome fear merge into absolute Love
Enter the chambers of transformation
The red space awaits
Feel the earth beneath you
Stand on solid ground
Peek into the orange room
Listen to creation’s children
Urgent plea for existence
Rest awhile in the yellow room
Assimilate what you have seen
Nurture and succour for all
For in the green room
The Helpers will give a hand
Love is infinitely free
Echoes from the blue room
Ancient voices harmonize
Truth communicate clarity
Bathe in suffused indigo light
See everything perfect as it is
Shimmering violet rays radiate
Infinite peace
Eternal wisdom
Only One Consciousness
Bliss revealed

Project Life

December 30, 2013

project life
Onlookers watch with resignation
through a veil of mist
Chameleon figures with eyes closed
trudge around echoing chambers
in dazed consent
Wary of crisis looming
Perception is the trickster

A tender still voice interjects:
Life is a project
An exploration of suffering
Observe life’s progression
through the lens of
The Eight Helpers:
Right view
Right intention
Right speech
Right action
Right livelihood
Right effort
Right mindfulness
Right concentration

Every outcome a valuable support
A friend
A gateway that leads
To a fork on the freedom path…
Project Life
Freedom From Suffering

Perfection is what is
Freedom is acceptance
of Project Life
Freedom to choose
With enlightenment
With laughter
Life is all good

Ode To You

September 20, 2013


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Tell me about you
Your mystical journeys
Your tireless feet of emerald clay
The well-shod in the marketplace
With their two-dimensional perspective
Cast a derisive glance in your direction

I recognise you
Your ambient smile
Walking amidst the frenzied crowds
Your stories offer a minute portal
Captured images of delicate moments
Windows into your multi-faceted existence

How can I share your eminence with others
When words fail to encompass your transcendence
How do I describe this mythic tale
Sleep-walkers in the world of logic
Shuffle along where everything is for sale

Living in liminal presence
Kaleidoscopic scenes evolve
Endless holographic images
Here we embrace it all
The beauty of existence
The rampant destruction of life
The pain of betrayals
The squeeze of suffering

Being gentle with it all
Reunite like a mother with her lost child
Reflections in the dream
You remind me
Lighten up!

The Gift

July 16, 2013


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Bathed in streaming golden light
Your watchful presence outside my door
The Keepers stealthily creep in
A gentle awakening from this extended slumber
Wherever I am led
Whatever happens
Grace is always there
To know this is
The Gift

Looking for my clothes
To hide my naked innocence
I search in vain
To find something to cover-up
Outmoded concepts
Ingrained pettiness
Everything I use to hide behind
You take it all away in exchange for
The Gift

We watch the Keepers shore up
The eaves of my dilapidated faith
Strengthening my confidence
My knowingness
Steeped in silence
Drinking in the delicious peace
This temple is
The Gift

No secrets

June 20, 2013


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Dancing fireflies punctuate the moonlit meadow
Innocence poised in liminal surrender
Heed the resounding call to awaken
Listen to strains of ancient voices
Calling
Laugh… cry…laugh again
Whistle blowers anonymous
Phooey!
No secrets
The sum of our differences net zero

Longing for a simpler time
When make-believe rhymed with reality
Thoughts have no boundaries
Predictable actions do not amaze
Laugh… cry…laugh again
Whistle blowers anonymous
Phooey!
No secrets
The sum of our differences net zero

Cultural biases dictate our worth
Handing over responsibility
Losing our integrity
Take back our feelings of equality
Laugh… cry…laugh again
Whistle blowers anonymous
Phooey!
No secrets
The sum of our differences net zero

Come to the edge this starlit evening
Helpers support our healing
Look inside yourself
Step on to the bridge
A start of a new season
Laugh… cry…laugh again
Whistle blowers anonymous
Phooey!
No secrets
The sum of our differences net zero

Voices Of Renewal

May 28, 2013

A cacophony of raucous starlings messing about
Busy movements going nowhere
Drawing attention to themselves
Leaving their crap everywhere
People can sometimes be like that
Undermining themselves with
Mental and emotional posturing

Voices of renewal
Whisper a reminder to consciously select
The thoughts that protect
To move beyond attitudes
Of reflections on inner poverty
To match the higher vibrations of sovereignty

Respecting our differences by nature
Healing is a personal adventure
For some letting go is easy
Others need to revisit
The temple in the ruins
Seeking camaraderie may be contrary
Their need to sit amongst the ruins
To worship at the altar
Of perceived wrong-doings

The path is not linear
It loops back upon itself
Progress may not look like you would expect
Go inside
Away from the noisy mind
Practice discernment
In stillness
Listen to
Voices of renewal

Song Of The Dogwood Perspective

May 12, 2013

It may appear on the surface
Just another tree standing pretty
My world confined to this vicinity
Below the surface I connect
A myriad species bound in unity
With all life a constant interface
Mycellium a maze in network communicate

When petty tyrants threaten to prevail
Come sit beside me
Let me enfold you in my embrace
As above so below
The seasons they come and go
Freedoms seeks the real from the unreal
I will tell you a story of grace

My dazzling beauty soon to fade
As drooping petals decay
Following the cycles of life
Returning to earth what is not mine
From stardust we all arrived
Set down upon this plane
To wonder in this conscious play

Standing alone I seem separate
Below the surface
All my relations
My network informs those in need
I extend my succor
My nurture
A massive web of support beneath

Up above in the languid breeze
Pileated woodpecker speaks to me
I feed him ruby red berries
He tells me of changes he sees
Things are not what they used to be
The river rat told him
There is trouble even in the seas

So do not be fooled by appearances
Truth exists in the depths of eternity
Stardust to earthdust
Arising and falling
This world is transient
The heart is the temple of light
Where Consciousness dances in delight

When petty tyrants threaten to prevail
Remind yourself
It is all unreal
Join in the Dance!
Clap your hands and Laugh!
Raise your voice and Sing
The Song Of The Dogwood Perspective!

Loving What Is

April 1, 2013

From the perspective of mindstuff
How easy it is to love what is
To witness the mind
It isn’t real
The play of smoke and mirrors
The dance of mind and heart
Feeling so smug
Walking the spiritual path

Looking out into my world
Loving what is…Holy crap
Half of the bee population decimated
Oil spill in backyards
Dead whale near a salmon farm
DNA altering agents hidden in food
How do I love what is
Without exception?

The material world is not different
The outer a manifestation of the inner
Seeking enrichment on the outside
Depletion of resources
Misuse of power
The soul’s fulfillment still denied
A trail of destruction left behind
Loving what is
The state of the world reflects our mind

Corporations supply our demand
Cater to our endless needs
Blame perpetuates the illusion of other
Love is greater than anything we encounter
We are all learning
Acceptance of our brokenness

Loving what is
We are not separate
The lessons are there to see
None of this is real
Just being
Loving what is
The only way to heal