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