Broken wings

We are never alone, even when we feel broken, when our solitude hurts, for there is always a remembered presence of a feeling from a moment when we were touched by another’s soul whose feathers, broken as they were, became a warm seed of healing inside us, almost as if, by being damaged, they released some essential matter, some essential magnetism which attracted the same from us.

And there you see, even in our painful solitude, we are never alone if we can pause to remember that soft touch of pain from broken wings.

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.

If this was real



Inspired by the video of an article I read in Emergence Magazine #1 called Lost World about the destruction of the Cambodia’s Mangrove Forests for their sands. When she sees the pretend waterfall in Singapore’s Lost World complex she says, “If this was real, imagine how beautiful it would be.” and the following poem appeared.

www.emergencemagazine.org/story/lost-world

Connecting the threads between ecology, culture, and spirituality – Emergence Magazine

I’ve not recorded anything for a long time now, and I apologise for my voice in this recording, it’s rather croaky.



If this was real
imagine the world
open
imagine the love
for the land
imagine the silence
of being
imagine the touch
of green
upon your heart

If this was real
there would be no pretence
no greed
no hunger
no theft

If this was real
you’d know her soul
you’d feel her
you’d live

If this was real
instead of her destruction
instead of human indifference
instead of the disappointment
of being human
guilty

imagine how beautiful it would be

The silence of today

The silence of today
breathes life into tomorrow
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Fragment from my new book

Fingers crossed it will be out soon but looking more likely to be next year!
It’s a spiritual elemental love story

Spiritual awakening