*

~  *  ~

nothing to lose

nothing to gain

*

let Being

take Its course

*

nothing lost

nothing found..

*

be still.

consider not.

loosen your grip.

let go,

*

be aware,

 awakened, be.

~  *  ~

*

matters not

how dark,

how crazy

the

world appears..

when all sense

of proportion dissolves,

when up from down,

right from wrong,

dark from light

become blurred and

indistinct..

just hold on..

summon forth courage,

look to your Faith,

remain steadfast,

upright,

challenge the stillness

and peace to,

once again, shine Their

Eternal Light..

then miracles happen.

nothing able to

prise you away from

Inner certainty,

releasing all

fear and doubt..

once again

Faith cradles you

in Its vast embrace.

nothing lost,

nothing gained...

serenity amidst the

*

now,

a clearer world,

a fresh approach.

sunlight has never

shone like this

before,

out of the ashes

of yesterday's

pain,

emergent joy,

triumphant

again.

forgiveness

is a blessing;

doth

warrant bestowal

upon our tenuous

sense of self.

time and again

and time

and again,

relinquishing fears,

absorbing pain.

these sentiments

never loosen their hold

‘pon

translucent frame.

now,

a clear world,

a fresh approach.

sunlight has never

shone like this

before,

out of the ashes

of yesterday's

pain,

emergent courage,

triumphant

again.

*

*

 there is one

 attachment

and one

only

 that I

cherish..

‘tis

to rush, headlong

into the moment:

THIS

moment.

oh beauty!

diving deeply

an endless vista

of intimacy..

the silence beholds

myriad song:

the blood

sibilating through

my enlightened frame,

sighing

sweet harmonies..

gentle hum of the city,

wind nestling in the trees,

the

fragile light of autumn

pixillating across

a

beneficent universe..

emergent

realisation..

bliss,

warmth

and harmony.

the bell strikes,

 plateau reached...

*

with bows.

*

with

sudden

emergence,

ecstatic convergence,

*

an

implosion of

All Being

allows volition

and query

to

evaporate..

*

all moments lead to

THIS

*

an end to

to-ing and fro-ing.

*

 nowhere to get to..

deepest connection,

only this - here,

now

*

the silence,

 peace and bliss

of enlightened

presence.

*

with bows

a

movement

disturbs mind.

*

waves

emerge

out of left field,

*

ripples..

*

as

silence is compromised,

the shapes of myriad thoughts

compose outcomes.

*

the

world a better place for them,

or not, as may

be.

*

every day,

with soundless sigh,

 returning home.

drawing together

disparate strands

of little self..

to see what happens,

to see where I'm headed..

all the aches,

pains,

fears,

desires..

welcome them in,

draw all together..

and then,

with faith and

infinite patience,

let them be;

judging not,

condemning not,

learning

to forgive..

rekindling compassion for the

weary being that I am..

returning to the source,

the news is good,

the news is good

indeed.

raging torrents

of emotion

spill forth

clawing spewing

enormous breath

of bile and brood

wanting to get with it

dying to hit the mark

falling short

purple angst

parades scorn

‘cross fevered brow

haunted echo of derision

faraway tread of disapproval

mocking

to die for

to kill for

turning away from reason

deliberation of hatred

thus far travelled

nothing began

*

thus,

arms spread aloft,

fingers curled outward,

palms stretched heavenward:

head -  crowning frame, thrown back

in glorious supplication, heralding the light..

 glowing with divine purpose,

 regaling circumstance with bright acknowledgement,

 giving momentary thanks for a vision:

hard won..

growing forth

 from fevered, dark, luminescent underbelly,

the tale of woe that is our shared history;

expunging memories of terror and fear,

shades of darkness never

resolved..

both ends of

our corporeal

frame have

their place as

we grow into

the light......

darkness and fear, which are the bedrock of our substance,

provide the breeding ground for our eventual journey into the light, love and clarity that

become our raison d'etre, our bread and butter, our hope and faith; the depths never lose their value and

we ignore the darkness and fear that provide the balance and temper our growing understanding, at our peril...

on our daily round, we channel our growth through our interactions with both our inherent knowledge of fairness, love of our fellow travellers and the countless and unending errors of our ways. moreover the realisation that it matters not a jot

that we fall short of our personal expectations, only that we dust ourselves down,

rekindle our passion for truth, extrapolate compassion

for our shaky and precious birthright;

our vulnerability,

our inherent

goodness....

give thanks

give thanks

give thanks

drink endlessly from the cup of existence,

face shortcomings with equanimity and grace,

laugh, cry

never forget

your beautiful

beginnings

humble endings..

*