Fragile shell

of contradiction,

abstractedly

surveying the

breathless rush

of Circumstance

that evolves

unceasingly

before our gaze.

Unable to take pause,

willing a break,

a separation, simply

to allow

recollection and reflection

to take root

and establish a sense

of belonging...

Alas! like the

sad king,

unable to withstand

the tide,

we,

forlorn, must

abandon all attempts

at control and

manipulation.

Lo! within

despair,

surrender holds

 the eternal secret;

such sweet

transformation

sits patiently at

the gateless gate

of acceptance.

Ruthless flow

that supplies form and

substance to our

vision.

Unlike Canute

we may choose to

 bow to the onrush

of inevitability,

develop humility

and wisdom in

the face of

this merciful act

of contrition.

Happily

the salt sweet

waves of reality

envelop us,

and we are able

to submerge into

an ocean of sensibility

without rancour.

Accepting all

we are swept along

the eternal route

to an unimaginable future

of wonder and completion.

Royal road

abdicated

in the face of our

divinity.

Lo & behold the perfection of sitting...

To immerse in the cosmos; to let go of all - everything - to lay down all forms of thought, imagination, leanings, learning, yearning, hopes, wants, fears, expectations...

To trust in the process...

To work through, patiently, non-confrontationally; to notice and ignore the pull of the self that wants to direct, control, appraise, notice, check, approve, re-direct, self-congratulate, self-flagellate...

Patiently, unceasingly to cast aside all 'consideration of experience' - instead to face directly That Which Is, simply, unflinchingly, openly.

Always, habit.

Always, conscience.

Always, struggle.

Never ‘easy.'

Trust in the process...

Invariably, self; attempting to claw back kudos, credibility.  Unwilling to let go of the reins, wishing to own, to take pride in realisation..

Gentle reminder to self: "this is not your baby" - offer up all feeling:  sadness, despair, triumph, boredom...

Give it all up, cast off skein of character, for the hundredth thousandth time (at this time), let go...

Just sit - embrace the silence, which is never quiet, but always revealing...

Eventually, you will ‘get it'...

Invariably, intuitively, positively...

Trust in the process...

Give yourself away, willingly be your own ‘best person'...

Die a trillion deaths and awaken, refreshed at This Very Moment,

Ready to embrace the unbelievable Beauty and Truth of your existence.

With bows,

Oh! flippant

 august rain

falling

again again

 and again..

palms plaintively

pressed

against windowpane..

Oh! fickle sunlight

show thy face,

rekindle the joy

that is thy Grace..

summer too soon

it's death rattle sounds,

autumn crooks it's

fateful finger,

despondency abounds.

I am always caught short, in the best possible way, when contemplating the unfolding drama that is human experience...

I am always amazed and surprised at the equitable balance of opposites that appear seamlessly throughout the play of our daily existences.

There is never the one thing, without its opposite:

breathe in - breathe out...

Pleasant thought - unpleasant thought...

breathe in - breathe out...

Anger - forgiveness...

breathe in - breathe out...

Warmth - cold...

breathe in - breathe out...

Embracing - pushing away...

breathe in - breathe out...

etc...

And so it goes on, continuously, unabated - mostly subconsciously.

We do not call these appearances into question, yet we also do not appreciate the delicate balance and harmony that holds these opposites in play, without strain, without any difficulties whatsoever.

It is all such a natural process that its invisibility becomes....unrecognised.

 Its ubiquitous appearance equals a slip into the awakened dream that is our ‘normality'.

I guess, it some way, this is as it should be.

It is only when the extra-ordinary surfaces in our lives that we may draw back and see this human circumstance for what it really is...

For the mind that is disturbed, pushed beyond its normal limits, for whatever reason, curiously can lead to awakening...

This can happen at any time, in any place, unaccountably.

We need to be vigilant and hold our insights close to...

We must always give thanks in whatever way is appropriate to our level of understanding to the Powers That Be for holding us so tenderly in Their Grasp, despite maybe not comprehending the rationale for our situation, or the particular play of circumstance that has led us to this point...

Above all, trust in and open to the moment that presents these myriad opposites tumbling out randomly, for therein lie wisdom and the way of compassion.

With bows,

I sit back

contentedly...

ahh! blessed touch,

softly, sweetly

caressing

my shoulders -

that unsurpassable

glow,

Thou Wondrous Globe...

93 million miles

of

love and light:

whispering molecules

of pure energy

into the parchment

of my soul...

Life given

freely -

Sun of God

Just a

smile

is the

distance

required

to alleviate

distemper!