warmth and touch
from the body
reflection and measure
from the mind
joy and happiness
from the soul
continuity and care
from the heart
resilience and integrity
from the spirit
you are you
i am i
we are we
we are here together
in the conduits of love
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
warmth and touch
from the body
reflection and measure
from the mind
joy and happiness
from the soul
continuity and care
from the heart
resilience and integrity
from the spirit
you are you
i am i
we are we
we are here together
in the conduits of love
awake
yet tired
and confused
the life mind
still busily processing
the world of interbeing
which lies behind you and beyond you
yesterday
at the beach
surf school students
some of whom were keenly attentive
others who were wilfully carefree
together they learned
and played on the waves
of the azure blue atlantic
what we do not know
does not stop
the flowers growing
rather it is our very limitation
which gift the need for growth
take the time
sit in a quiet space
write a few words
of love
offer up your care
gulls call out
last night’s sound
of an helicopter circling
has been silenced
as we slept
whatever was to be found
is gathered in
whatever was to be discovered
is brought into the fold
as we walk
endless opportunities
are abroad
in the thinking
as the now itself is thinking
in spheres of its own consciousness
away from the valley
out into the intellectual
cosmopolitan world
a transformation
with sense equally as well as
without sense
bending and shaving
in deep and deeper
such is communion
where the words
enter and are received
by mind and body and soul
unsettled peace
stretching boundaries
breaking established arrangements
shifting the blue sky sideways
unfettered release
walking on water
eroding previous moments
corroding the polished diamonds
time is the time
for the time of forgiveness
light is the light
for the here and the now
where next
how to take
the next step
on the pathway
of enrichment
fractured
by self-forgiveness
in obscure worlds
more rearrangement
with guidance
from within
and without
secluded
in the folds
of the pasture
ahead of you
as around of you
what you see
is where
the thought begins
yet what you write
is almost at the end
time alone
is what time needs
to cure the loss
of time itself
depth itself
may be abroad
to emboss the depth
of depths of days gone by
days gone by
may salvage claims
to carry the days
beyond the days
when love itself
was aware
held as lovers
in the arms of love
arms themselves
without folds
to wrap around
the joy of hope
a weekends necessities
in a plastic carrier bag
a navy blue wool overcoat
over a body of love
footsteps filled with presence
a mind way out of its mind
fridays and saturdays arriving
then disappearing
into irregular building blocks
as befits the sand and sea
an altogether wobbly foundation
for the commencement of love
fearful
from that summer onwards
of losing you
fearful also
in the very beginning
of not getting to know you
joyful
that we both
came across from the other side
joyful also
in the steps one by one
where we found the beauty of beauty