Saturday, 14 July 2007

New Life

New life can be scary
As you step up to a new mark
New life, new birth, born
open-eyed & body-stark

New life is amazing
and scary too,
never know if you don’t try
so come on, what else you gonna do?

New life is transforming
like a moth to the sky.
Butterflies see beautiful things
Now its time for us to open our eyes

'Cos our environment is vibrating
on many levels beyond sight
and they hold wisdom
beyond modern day awareness - a dimming of the light.

In the source of your own longing,
is the fibre of all life,
all that seems so far

and separate

is not really.

Crazy, but true.
Theres a little bit of nearly
everything (plant-life, insect, animal and me)
in you.

An earth-angel showed me this,
And other things too.
Blessed for four hours in her emerald green kiss,
And I still feel her by my side, when I ask her to,

her hint of bliss
answering my prayers.
So cool to know I’m not alone,
that the universe actually cares.

And now, in new life I walk
an unknown path.
With the light of awareness I pray
for guidance; her light laugh

by my ear;
her hand on my shoulder;
her love where there’s fear; and
her warmth, when life feels colder.

Thursday, 5 July 2007

In crises our nature is revealed

The frailty of humanity,
seeing you lying there.

Knocked down off of your scooter
to the road,
the vulnerability of a human life
layed bear.

The police woman is by your side now.
Kneeling over you.
Her hand in yours.

Whispering hope and courage into your ear

Whispering words
only angels speak.

In crises, the beauty of
human fragility
and human kindness
is revealed.

Only drips in the eyes hint
at the well that
has been struck
within me.
Well of humility.


Gazing at
this yellow flower
almost brings me to tears

how could it touch me so,
evoke such
empathy in me.

It strikes a chord in my human-ness
A chord in my heart.

You capture
a little part
of my love.

of my light.

under the stars
you reach

The coyote howls
and the wolve's footprints are
stamped into the soil
with the seasons,

and all the while
you, little flower
the silent hymns
of being.

Vancouver Bridge

you perform a thankless task,
carrying so many people
to work, play and home
all day.

You are a magnificent creation
and I honour you as that.

Yes you are functional
yet also purposeful.
More than robotic
or built by robots.

The conscious intention conceived you.

The conscious intention in all things.

In the absolute meaningless
of inanimate concrete,
like the silent breath
of a mountain,
there is beauty.

No simply 'manmade' beauty;
Godmade beauty.
Vibrating with the mineral asteroids and planets
This bridge deserves to be revelled.

Forgot myself

I forgot myself,
left behind
and in the hell
I suffered.

Caught up
in a place
where my soul
is covered.

Without love
I wallowed.
Into the throat of helplesness
I was swollowed.

Until at last
grace & self love strolled past
and humbly,
I followed.

The Shaman

The Shaman beats his drum
chanting sweet songs to Ayhuasca
illuminated by a single candle

Not even the moon or star light
penetrates the complete darkness
of the Shaman's ceremony tent.

In the blackness he breathes.

A master of all that is
and isn't.

The gatekeeper of our voyage
beyong physical reality.

A perfect being of nature.

Of the earth,

And for the earth.