*

ahh!

time glides

amiably,

gaily along,

effervescent,

circulatory,

 moving

as in

stillness.

*

the smile

of life

broadens.

*

vistas

bright

*

 love,

cultivated,

takes on

 beautiful expression..

*

ease penetrates

every niche,

nook and cranny..

*

dispute,

darkness -  neither

may insinuate their way

into my dream..

*

rippling laughter,

 sparkling sunlight,

*

e'en the clouds

manifest the lightness

and grace

of ephemerality.

*

joy and gratitude

penetrate

my soul;

*

this is

indeed

expected.

this is,

ne'ertheless

all

*

*

as

I sit

today,

*

still,

steady

as a mountain..

*

thoughts

arise,

out of

the ether..

*

the wind blows

strongly

casting shadows across

the wall in front of me,

brightening and darkening

the burnt umber before me..

*

the wind,

my mind

*

dance together to produce

this living moment

that is my reality..

*

there is tho'

something deeper..

*

letting go these perceptions -

emptiness revealed..

*

both right and might

love and hate

fulfilment and need,

*

disappear

on gusts

of wind..

the light,

the moment..

*

what remains?

*

in anticipation

of rest,

a humming morphs

into

neutral..

a glow

appears,

sideways on...

rest beckons,

relief

teases,

tantalises in anticipation

of

gentle, glorious,

aimless

meandering.

without cause,

without effect..

 mirage-like,

the promise of

silence

cajoles..

(mmnnmm...)

and meanwhile

the urgency

of daily duties

cascade -

unrequited missives

into the lap

of conscience..

so near yet so far

 come come..

it'll come

4

sure!

now,

opening up,

the wisdom

of the breath...

*

understanding

and exuberance

unfold like the dawn.

*

light expands

to encompass

every thought...

*

warmth permeates

the soul

akin to

love.

enfolded in sweet summer's embrace,

mind glistens

*

belief, shimmering

in the light

bright

effervescence...

*

 lightness

accompanies

every breath...

*

harmony

accompanies every move,

 nestling gently

betwixt

 flowing memories

of  similar

circumstance..

*

gliding effortlessly

through

myriad moments

of

being,

*

I

acknowledge

the majesty

of awareness

uncorrupted

by

knowing...

*

for one never knows

anything for sure,

ever...

*

that is the inherent beauty

of wilful ignorance,

*

to

open eternally to

the warp and woof

of happenstance

and trust,

*

trust with

open heart, open mind

yeah.. and

open arms,

flung wide to

embrace all:

good, bad

indifferent,

*

‘tis all

nectar

to the

non judgmental

mind...

*

the dullness of

expectancy

not outweighed

by the fluttering

of anticipation...

*

what is one to feel

when

fulfilment beckons?

*

memories

hopes and fears

remain entangled

in a rush

of confusion,

*

experience teaches...

let go!

open only to

each unfolding moment,

*

yet the teasing

of inherent imagination

nibbles away regardless...

*

also

fear,

fear of the known,

unknown,

imagined,

unimaginable...

a heady broth,

an uneasy stew;

*

Brother Paul got it right:

*

let it be let it be

let it be...

*

sifting through

the

debris of my life,

*

ever more, uncannily,

pleasant an

experience...

*

amongst hastily

 abandoned projects,

incomplete

symphonies...

*

barriers avoided,

terrors left behind,

trails of disquiet

disappearing into

the distance...

*

love, dislocated,

rampant with

dimly perceived but

deeply felt longing...

*

unmitigated satisfaction

and warmth

permeate memories

of exploration,

pushing personal boundaries

to their very limits..

*

arriving at places

that transform and

enrich

the myriad possibilities

that exist

for those with

vision and courage...

*

gratitude and completion

spill out like

bubbling lava

through

leaking pipes,

dissolving mysteriously

into the ether,

as ribbons of energy

from the conductor's

baton...

*

time runs out

ever rapidly -

the hourglass feeling

 disquieteningly

empty and fragile,

*

yet the moment

takes on

poignancy;

any traces of bitterness

dissolve

in the unfolding awareness

of endings to come...

*

sifting through

the

debris of my life,

*

I thank the

Bodhisattvas

of consciousness

for welcoming me to this

delightful dance

and dream,

that continues

to

 advance and impress,

absorb and enrich

every breath,

every glance...

*

with bows,