The Ocean At Our Feet

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Beach enough for two
United in solitude
Pieces of the Master-Peace
Falling into place.
Liquid mercury
Lapping at the shore
With reassuring, rhythmic repetition
A lunar reminder laced in silver
Calling, pulling, pushing
As the tide flows in and out.
Darkness drives the clouds away
Unveiling the night sky in all her glory
A celestial stage, a onenightonly show for two.
Three stars streak heroically across the midnight dome
Telling tales of courage, of life and of death.

Footprints are washed from the sand

Feint echoes of yesterday
Flashing, fading into the distance
Reflections of light stretch across the water,
Fingers of shimmering colour reaching towards the shore
As the arms of the land wrap lovingly around the sheltered bay
A haven for windswept sailors.
Dischords resolving
Spirits evolving
Inner voices in harmony
Wild horses running free

Lion hearts bravely roaring lines into the land

Tendrils reaching into and out of each other
Independant twinings
The finest of fragrant teas
Lulled with feint notes and lyrics.
Drifting
Gently, willingly
Further out to sea
To glimpse who each could become
To taste who they know themselves to be
Each soul awoken in the presence of the other
Dormant concepts stirred back into life
Thoughts surrendered to the waves
No need to hide, no need to save face
Questions aired, lessons shared
A sense of common ground.
Day breaks but the journey goes on
Kindred Spirits in the crowd.
A lifetime of patient sunrises
With the ocean at our feet
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Ice Cream

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Pokeno Ice cream

What is it

About ice cream?

Cold and soft in my warm mouth

Two substances mingle and melt

Into each other

Viscous

How does it make me feel?

What does it make me want?

I want to scream

I want to play

To feel

To run, to dance, to taste

What does it do to my mind?

A re-minder

Of summer dresses, umbrellas, of waves

And

Sand between my toes

Intermingled fingers and body parts

Of Zorro, of sorrow

Of jewellery borrowed from girlfriends,

Of no tomorrow

I scream

With joy, with delight, with pleasure

In anger, in frustration, in excruciating pain

In love

Ice cream

Cold in my warm mouth

The cold mind tastes the warm heart

The old of the mind is newly re-minded

Of all that it is, and all that it is becoming

Brain freezes to numb

And suddenly I remember and become

I scream

As I lick, I laugh

As I swallow, I smile

And my tongue laps up this sweet creamy contrast

I scream

What is it about ice cream?

The fact that I do.

 

The Autumn Attic

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Up in the Autumn Attic of my mind

Where I climb up and leaves fall down

I had a dream.

It planted a fruit that grew a seed

That brought light to my darkest day

A golden light

Spilling out of itself

Glowing radiantly.

Isn’t it amazing

How one action of many strands

Can liberate a dream

Like a Dove released from a cage

At last, for the peace it has always sought.

The olive branch, the white flag,

With love and with courage

From mind to heart, from heart to mind.

Ocean reflects sky as sky reflects ocean

And then something that was so sore

Is allowed to be beautiful again

Complete, just as it was.

As tears fill my eyes

I am filled with golden gratitude

For such a beautiful love.

I wake up to find myself

Whole again

 

 

The Flow of Gravity

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Yesterday, I drove more than 10km with no petrol. How? Glorious gravity.

Having driven up my favourite pass to our mountain house in a rush to make it to a community meeting in time, I wasn’t able to fill up with petrol. Ascending the pass knowing my “EMPTY” light had been flashing for a formidable number of kilometres already, I had the trust that I would make it back down to the nearest petrol station in fine shape. I was correct.

Success in a situation is not determined foremost by the resources available, but by the resourcefulness. Although, physics first principles and the forces (power as well as magic) of nature are perhaps the ultimate in resources, as they are omnipresent and unavoidable. In this case, all I had to do was start my car as soon as I got to the road, and I was off.

I took both feet off the pedals – there was no need to try to speed up or slow down, as I decided I would literally be at the whim of gravity, the curve and gradient of the road and the sheer weight of my vehicle; things we often take for granted but in this case, they were all I needed. Trust: It’s quite a thing. Trust in the forces of nature, trust in the flow of life, trust in ourselves and the resources we do have at our disposal, both internal and external. The realisations started flooding in:

  1. The freedom that comes from not dictating the pace, and not constantly speeding up or trying to get somewhere quickly. Life has its own gradients; times when we feel we are going uphill, times when we feel we are going downhill and other times where we feel we are intert, slowly coasting along a plateau, until the next incline/decline. We just need to go with it. I didn’t have a choice – what medicine.
  2. All I had to do was steer. If we aren’t dictating the pace, our feet are able to be still rather than moving, and we can just focus on direction. There are so many expectations that we superimpose upon ourselves in terms of when we should do things and how quickly. If we are focussed on where we are going, the timing and speed are subordinate functions of that direction, rather than dictators, as we often allow or force them to be.
  3. There is such a desire amongst so many of us to be in control constantly. What if this wasn’t the aim? What if we realised that we aren’t isolated, that we are part of various ecosystems and we absolutely must acknowledge our environment in the way that we live our lives? What if it wasn’t control that got us somewhere, but direction and choice, influenced partially by inner and partly by outer circumstances?
  4. We may just have everything we need, even when our tanks (or “tanks”) are (or feel) empty.
  5. It really is all about perception. It could have been a frightening stress to be without petrol, but I felt myself overcome with the spirit of adventure, shaped in part due to the fact that I knew I would be fine and there really was no danger, and there was little risk and in part because I was inspired and curious about how framing a situation absolutely determines what we get out of it.
  6. Gravity is like flow. I felt like I was moving down a river in a vessel rather than driving a car. I guess this will be due to the fact that in a boat, one must move with the currents or work 10 times as hard (perhaps in vain) to move against them, so sailing is built on the understanding that you must work WITH and leverage the natural and majestic forces of water. Whereas in a car, we control the variables to dictate how fast we go, how quickly we slow, and where we go. I loved how fluid it felt, and the excitement that came from not dictating the pace; on flatter stretches between steeper gradients, I cruised along and let others pass me if they were in a rush. There was such freedom in knowing that unless the decline was steeper or longer, I wouldn’t speed up. I didn’t need to overtake anyone, there was no traffic buildup, no apology, just freedom and joy. I moved between the speeds of 20km an hour and 110km an hour (which is a pretty hairy speed on very windy roads), without using the pedal at all. What a pleasure!
  7. It was a bit nervy when I was going downhill as I decided I didn’t want to break, but rather to allow the road to dictate my pace the entire way down. There are some steep sections, and it is very windy; I learned to drive on this road and I do know it inside out, it’s like walking a stretched-out labyrinth up to the mountains that have shaped who I am as a woman. I didn’t know how much faster it would get, and all I chose to do was steer. My foot was itching to get involved and of course, if there was danger posed to me or another I would not hesitate to break, but I wanted to feel it anyway.
  8. It is interesting to note how steering has a different flavour when we are going slowly versus when we are going quickly. When going fast, it is focussed and intense, with little margin of error and all eyes are on the road. When going slowly, there is time to drink in the scenery, to look around, to trust the cambre and curve of the road and our innate understanding of curves, to enjoy almost luxuriously all the incoming sensory stimulation and the process allows more engagement with the environment. There are valuable lessons to be learned from both. I found that when I was going more slowly, you have more time to make movements and direction changes so you can take time, but when going quickly, you are relying on focus and clarity to make the right calls that avoid unnecessary risk and keep you safe.
  9. I learned the power of weight and inertia, and how life cannot go on if it is just flat. We are either going up or down or en route to going up or down, speeding up or slowing down – the river is never completely still. When we feel stagnant in life, it is because we need to remember the river, and to join it once again. Waterfalls, oceans, waves, winding rivers and trickling streams all come to mind as teachers in times that may feel like this.
  10. I thought about the various forces in my life, the natural and the unnatural ones, and my relationship with them. It is a fascinating thought. Speed, timing and direction – who knew fairly standard concepts could be so magical and full of deep wisdom! Are we listening to the flow we find ourselves in and going with it or are we resisting? Where are we speeding up or slowing down, and where can we flip these ideas on their heads?

So as I coasted into the petrol station, while I was delighted to get there, I felt an inner sigh about this glorious experience coming to an end. It was such fun to let go and know that there was nothing I could do but steer. The thought with the biggest impact on me was the sense of just being a part of such a powerful and calm flow, and I just felt so happy. It challenged and inspired me on a practical philosophy level, to check myself and my ideas about movement, the various forces in my life and my relationship with them, where I had been resisting relinquishing control, where I could just take my foot off the fuel pedal and slow down, where I could take my foot off the break to speed up, and how indescribably nourishing it feels to let go and be a part of a greater flow that will take you, in whichever state you are, exactly where you’re meant to go.

All These Walls

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Isn’t it strange

How we can spend hours and hours

Talking

Without saying anything

All these walls

All these woes

That’s how it goes.

Isn’t it strange

How we can spend plates and plates eating

Without any nourishment

All these mouthfulls

Hungry-I mouthfulls

Still empty

After there is no more.

Isn’t it strange

How we can spend years and years

Waiting

Without taking any of the steps we wanted to

All these footprints

All these waves.

Isn’t it strange

How sometimes we want talking

But sometimes we just need walking

Isn’t it strange

How all it takes

Is one step

One step towards ourselves

Even if away from another

One step towards truth

Even if away from keeping the peace

One step towards life

Towards

Not away from

Towards a place

With no right and wrong

Towards a place

With no walls

Towards a place

Towards a space

Towards change

Towards.

 

Quiet

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Please be quiet

Quiet enough for me to hear what you are really saying

Because that is all I want to hear.

All the other words

Blocking out what you aren’t saying but actually mean

Everything you refuse to say

As if unsaid words are a threat to your life

And everything you love.

Please stop talking

Unless it’s true

Stop pretending that things are fine

The only thing that is fine is the line you are walking

I won’t walk it too.

Your eyes tell true stories

While your mouth defies logic

And lies to my face

As if I was blind.

Please be quiet

I cannot hear what you are saying

And it’s deafening

I don’t want to walk away

But I need to hear the birds again

For they do not toil for their food

And always find their way home.

 

 

This li’l ‘art o mine

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Mindfield, meet heartspace

Not for the first time

But you seem to forget

With no effort at all.

Not as far apart as you may think.

You travel along the same path

In both directions

The breath carries messages

From one to the other

In and out

One to the other

The other to the one

Mind make peace with heart

Heart have peace of mind

Meet in the field

The  one beyond ideas of right and wrong

Where there is enough space

To breathe.