There is a spirit

There is a spirit announcing
a spirit of glass
a spirit behind me
a spirit called past

There is a spirit deceiving
to be what is not
to be a whole thing
to be my last shot

There is a spirit encroaching
a spirit to feel
a spirit of beginning
a spirit called real

There is a spirit bleeding
to be here with me
to be my punctuation
to be my reality

There is a spirit within
a spirit of darkness
a spirit of light
a spirit called yes

There is a spirit... Oh my
to be unspoken
to be heard by me
to be love's token

Yes, there is a spirit
a spirit without wings
a spirit unbroken
a spirit who sings

Oh my...

Why can’t we?

When you see a bird soaring
what is it you see,
flying feathers, moving sky
or movements of mind?
When you wade into the ocean
what is it you feel,
chilled skin, soft underfoot
or softness of mind?
When you climb to the highest peak
what is it you know,
breathless scenery, free space
or freedom of mind?
Is it a reality?
Or is it that as we live in the shadows
of destruction
of pain
of sorrow & fear
of unrelenting anger,
is it that we strive
to search out freedoms in our life
to climb on the shoulders of reality
to find peace?
When surely, all we need to do
is accept the fact
that none of this is real
and we are merely a blink
on the surface of thought.
We are here for such a short time
so why can't we be free
why can't we have peace
why can't we make this our reality
instead of just a dream...

(edited from 2017, and no idea how this formatting is how it is. WordPress, if it ain’t broke don’t fix it!)

And it feels like, life

Sometimes
death can arrive when you least expect it
and you look upon it as
an imposible moment
that shouldn’t be there
yet there it is
waiting for you
to show you
what it looks like

And it looks like,
life

You hear, feel
your heart beat
as the rain once did

Silence
is the other witness,
the silence of the dark, cold, moment

And it feels like,
life

Time moves on
leaving you in its wake
as sounds, feelings … heartbeats
race the rapids
until
you ride the fall

And it feels like,
life

For here is death’s whisper
stinging your ears
blocking your vision
stealing your oxygen
killing you

And it feels like,
life


The heart of wisdom is in all things

The heart of wisdom is in all things. If we want to learn, if we want to be better, if we want knowledge then we must allow the things we want to approach us freely and without force of thought or pressure of desire, for wisdom begins, as the oak begins, in moments of pure freedom and innocence.

We cannot use force to unlock potential. Wisdom is here inside us now, and out there, and so to reach the heart of this knowledge, and to grow, we must begin to understand that first and foremost we are such little things, such inconsequential things.

We must settle ourselves and turn to nature, for there her heart breathes for us, and there, when we have understood, we shall begin to see, to feel this joy building inside us, and to know that the heart of wisdom is in all things.

Peace in a busy technological world

Hush now

The storm has passed
leaving behind
a kind of soft saturated wildness
in the air
on the leaves
in the sky where the clouds,
seeming unsure as to their purpose
or their colour,
melt along the horizon
to reveal the blue, blue
age of day.

Hush now

Go to your windows and open them
walk along your path and breathe
open your heart and smile
turn off your tech and feel the clean air
smell the mulch
taste the abscence of rain
and watch as one after the other
creatures fly about, crawl about
under the blue, blue
age of day.

Hush now

Live in these moments
breathe the peace
stretch your mind and your body
reach up, reach down
reach all around. Now,
watch as those whisps of breath
drift to the trees
to the earth
and up to the blue, blue sky
to create the rain of tomorrow’s peace
for the coming new age of day.

Hush now