Wednesday, 10 October 2018

The Interior Wound

And as I pray.....

The world watches me, my head bowed,
my hands clasped together in serenity,
I mouth the words learned as a child.

And as I pray.....

Those wounds that no one can see,
those wounds that everyone has,
interior wounds in which we have been so good at hiding...

It is hiding from the world but it is not silent to our being!

Behind the self of the everyday... the self of the secret world is at war

And there is no medicine, no ology, no human structure that can heal these wounds,

And as I pray..... with the deep voice of prayer in my being that echoes across eternity,
we invite the divine light of God to cure the wounds, to release us from those wounds that held us down...

And as I pray..... I wait for God.... I wait for my honesty!

Zero Gravity

The waves rippled through space,
floating in Zero G.

I landed squarely into the crater, perfectly formed, its circumference framed me,
As though I should be in a private gallery along the side street of that hidden street.

And along the frame came the hands of many,
clutching ready to blame everything on you,
ready to hide their pain on your failings!

And the waves flickered in Zero G,

And they scrambled over the edge and with their injuries they charged towards me,
wrath in their emotional hearts, bleeding through their mouth and ears!

And I gathered the flickering waves in my hand,
and swirled them around in various configurations,
and the myriads and complexities of swirls kept them at bay,

But they stormed the waves in Zero G
They battered them down into sparkling specks of memories,

Surrounded by each face, their horror portrayed for me only!
And out came the knives, sharpened beautifully...

But the waves carried me up above the crater that I had beautifully created,
And aloft in Zero G they stared at each other.... and they dropped the knives

My smile was too late, in my hand was a blade wrenched into my stomach...
I held it tightly and removed it from my being, and out poured my failures and pains.

And the waves in Zero G took me away to another heavenly body and dropped me,
I landed squarely into the crater, perfectly formed, its circumference framed me,
As though I should be in a private gallery along the side street of that hidden street.

And along the frame came the hands of many............

Tuesday, 4 September 2018

A divine language

I have shed all the tears I could,
I have slept all the hours I could bare.

For your heart bleeds through the eyes,
pure divine translucent water,
a divine language of joy and suffering written upon our face.

And the sleep was not slept... it was the hiding away from this world,

And it was the trusting in oneself that made me wake up, 
it was knowing that this world was meant for me... 
and I for it. 

May your soul manifest itself and be projected to the world... 
May the authentic self be invulnerable in its vulnerability... 
May you sing the song you wish to sing...
   And dance.... And be happy!  

May your eyes smile with divinity... 

Wednesday, 25 July 2018

Shadows of my turbulent mind

What sorrow could fall upon my Hope?
But the sword that pierced my Faith.
Tis the pain of Objectivity that took my
Desire to walk with God.
And in the Shadows of my turbulent mind,
Where Fear, Guilt and longing ruled my heart...
God walked with me through those days....

Tis was in those days in Memory,
That Faith was restored and Hope blossomed!


Tuesday, 17 July 2018

the little children

He sat upon a rock and his followers listened. "Children are an heritage from the divine, from the great mystery, from God."

Suddenly families brought their children to the teacher so their children would be blessed, but his followers rebuked the children as they came close. But the teacher knew, and with anger he turned to his followers and said "Why do you do such a horrid action, why cause suffering to the little children? These are divine creatures, we are to learn so much from their innocence, their truth and their honesty!" He took one in his arms and blessed him.

One of his followers asked, "Do children personify God?" And he turned to the child he blessed and smiled. He then turned to the follower who asked the question and said "You are wise my friend, take on the virtues of the child and you will know what the Kingdom of God is."

And the children left with their families and he smiled and said "Do not hurt any little ones, for their being bares the image of the divine."



Friday, 6 July 2018

did you...

Did you think that your objective,
  your heart's desire, was out of place?
Did you think that the best advise
  was to do what everyone else does?
Did you think..... and was squashed by your own timidity and doubt?

Where and have you been created by the slothiness of the failure of others?
Where and have you designed by fear of those who don't, can't or not know how to oppose?

Hold your own and rejoice in your failure.
Your failure.
Your Soul is craving to be! To be projected into the world, the universe...

It is better to have cried than to stir through a broken window of your dreams. 

I won't be the first and I won't be the last,
Do not be shamed, because it is your failure.


Wednesday, 4 July 2018

Going to be a Father

What is this about? It's everything.

I'm reaching half a century and I'm going to be a Dad for the first time. We found out that he is a Boy... a boy...

The miracle that was occurring is unseen... unknowing at first.
The miracle of life on earth... every spiritual being walking by is a miracle.
Each coming into existence, fate, destiny, chance, serendipity, accident, luck, the dice are thrown...

and we live with what is given to us.

and others live with their choice...

and we are ready, a Mother is born into the role? Her instincts natural, intuned with the life that is dwelling within her existence, he, her son, preparing for the outside world.

I have to prepare my inner world, to be a patient Father... knowing the tiring late nights,
to be a messy Father... there is no escape to the mess they produce,
to be a fun Father... this won't be a problem!
to be a serious Father... hidden deep within - a preparing the path for our Son... a Loving Home, an Education, giving him the knowledge and tools to prepare for the world.

to be a fun Father... this won't be a problem... did I say that?
to tell stories, high adventures...
to tell stories, with puppets...
to tell stories, that will form him... for the path ahead of him is his alone. I will set the foundations...
we will run through the forests,
up and down the sand dunes,
swim in the waters,
and sing, dance and laugh!

to find the time... the most precious commodity I can give him.
to be the best I can be...

to know my son, to know him completely...

and I am only half the story... as the little boy grows in his Mother.

as his Mother begins her journey.





The Interior Wound

And as I pray..... The world watches me, my head bowed, my hands clasped together in serenity, I mouth the words learned as a child. A...