30 Jan 2011 2 Comments
24 Jan 2011 2 Comments
The light that shines too bright is no light at all, Harsh, controlling, knife to the eyes that would see; Negative, overexposed, a tyrant, But deep in the wood a red fox runs, Evading stumbling hunters Who would rend it, shoot it, Hang its dead carcass on the wall. But ever its secret wisdom will evade them, Down the rabbit hole to the deepest place, Until the hunters woo their quarry he shall not be caught, They must seek the fox within, Now they hunt themselves.
14 Jan 2011 Leave a Comment
An image remote, floating in a pond
Like the moon seems far away,
But it is right here-
At hand in the centre of life,
Like the eye that sees everything
This is the true self with no name,
There is no need to find it,
It cannot be found for it cannot be lost,
It is what you are-
Acting, thinking, living
All by itself.
10 Jan 2011 2 Comments
Dwelling in fire and brimstone, But a stuttering and faulty thought Haywire with our morning coffee. We fan it to life with opinions We repeat from the hourly news, We give it wings with our thwarted frustration At the endless grind each and every day For a better life. Evil is a confluence - A spinning whirlpool of chance events Draws it in from all corners, And we cry and point and say how could this be? Blind to the tipping points we carelessly tread on When we forget- Compassion, courtesy Thoughtfulness, Awareness of ourselves and those around us, There is really nothing we can do About gun-men in America, So let’s all relax And let that next car pull out when he signals, Wave back at the child in the park, And not try so hard with words and frowns To make the world a better place, For we’ve already done so
By being our normal, sane selves
05 Jan 2011 Leave a Comment
What if this was Groundhog Day?
What if we were condemned to only ever see this one day?
To never know the future we dream of…From the lottery of our lives, which day would we live? A day on the beach in the Bahamas? Or sleeping on the terminal floor of an snowed in airport? And should that make a difference?
All happiness is relative – but if you had only this one day what would there be to compare it to?
Its Groundhog Day. Live the day you’ve been given.