Month: February 2022

Morning Stillness

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Stillness settled with the night

And did not leave,

And now a windless, blue sky

Brims with spaciousness.

Birds, twittering in the skeletal trees

Dissect the quiet, but not the stillness,

Their tongue’s music

Is the sharp edge

Of reality.

I lean against a wall

Bathed in fresh light.

Things happen in the stillness:

A car passes,

A faraway motorbike on a faraway road,

Blunter than the birds,

A squeal of a refuse truck, ever hungry.

But the stillness remains,

Deeper and more broad

Than the mind can conceive,

Deeper and more broad,

And deeper still.

The tree, standing elegantly tall

Knows the stillness intimately.

It stands beside me, thrumming

With a soundless resonance.

In the patch of sunlight

I lean against the wall,

Listening to the birds,

Knowing that stillness.

Sharing Love

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At first

There is an arm around your shoulder

As you realise

Your mind has spiralled in fear,

But then love

Hugs to your being

As if you were lifted,

Buoyed upon the heart’s

Opening up.

And now in the eyes

And in the body

Warmth flows,

And to look upon the world

Is to look in love,

For love loves

To all else’s detriment.

And even to look upon fear

With love is to understand:

It’s to offer a hand

To what seemed unloveable

And know it inert,

Know it powerless,

Know it wholly loved,

For fear is but a thought

Held shadowy,

Fear is the mind shunning

It’s greater nature,

Fear is the heartless mind

Mired in calculation,

Holding out

Yet awaiting its moment;

The inevitable cascade of love,

The overwhelming truth of God,

The totality asserting itself

Over separateness

And the illusion

That love is not the all of it.

Sometimes The Storm

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Sometimes the storm

Is turbulent

But when the gusts calm,

When the fearful thoughts

Settle down,

The love we find is serene,

Bright-eyed and beautiful.

All that was tumultuous

And all that raged

Was but a movement

In love’s dream,

A squall playing on the surface,

A temporary disturbance

On the facade of our lives,

Fleeting and momentary

But unable to touch the depth of us.

Truth

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These days the truth seems elusive:

The certainties we took for granted

Are dissolving into a mix of twisted

And frightening realities.

Who to trust now

When all around are pushing

Agendas and fake news?

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Trust in the inner truth of self

For there is a wellspring of energy

Beyond the realms of ‘not enough’.

Always and ever present

The heart’s voice speaks

In fearlessness:

The now in which we live

Is safe,

A flow of abundance

And ever-giving wealth.

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Know this as being

Know this being as yourself,

For in being

The noise of fractious multitudes

Quietens and ebbs,

Even their voices

Are imbued with love.

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The truth is never elusive

When we dissolve

And trust in trust,

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The truth is always,

Always in love.