winking cursor,

vacant sheet beholds me,

emptiness beckons..

the familiarity of latency,

a fecundity of possibility..

the wonder of the uncreated,

a splendid ignorance,

a fear of the indefinite,

the secrecy of the unformed..

awaited muse,

intention unknown,

ambition clouded in ambiguity,

conviction awakened..

knowledge stirs and the thrill

of perception gently nudges,

consideration arises as surely

as the rising sun casts

doubt into obscurity..

the heralding day

promising fulfilment,

the unbidden alights

welcomed by the unseeing eye,

unfettered openness -

an untrodden trail

intrudes..

both

 known and unknown,

complete and lacking,

empty and substantial..

*

both

 immense and miniscule,

content and yearning,

holding and discarding..

*

both

 calm and fraught,

brave and fearful,

wise and ignorant..

*

both

 truthful and deceitful,

blasé and creative,

hopeful and bereft..

*

both

 here and beyond,

inside and out,

awake and asleep..

*

blessed

 be our human experience,

defiantly ambiguous yet

utterly intimate..

notwithstanding

desolation, despair,

incomprehension..

I see, daily, myriad

manifestations

of divine glory

in our efforts to

‘make a fist' of our lives..

I cannot but reflect curiously

on human nature

and our propensity to

abide in melancholy..

whence our need for

comfort, appreciation

and recognition?

have we fallen so far

from God's grace,

love and warmth?

"abide in Me"

saith the Lord,

with tranquillity..

we need continuous

pampering, cosseting;

so lost, so needy,

so dependent on social praise..

I know this in myself -

I see this in others..

hence constantly am enamoured

of the smile, nod,

wink, tender touch of encouragement..

oh to inhabit a world

where all feel valued,

equal under the sun

and the society

of humankind!

I see IT so clearly,

I hear IT's  pristine ring,

I absorb IT's  immaculate presence,

I merge with IT's  open stance,

I assume relationship within IT's  vast embrace,

I turn toward the light..

I raise my eyes and behold IT's  brilliance,

My trepidation evaporates within IT's  aura,

My joy attunes to IT's  companionship,

I lose myself within IT's  omnipresence,

I bow to IT's  omniscience..

I surrender willingly into IT's boundless immaculacy,

I am awakened,

I rise, bow,

move on..

less desirous,

less expectant,

clearer does my life become..

the nearer I reach

an unabashed openness and humility,

the richer does my experience manifest

simplicity, goodness and transparency..

so very hard to relinquish cherished habit;

the key to wisdom is to see one's attachment

just for what it is..

a barrier to development...

mara holding one back

to control, dominate

ultimately to deaden,

defuse joy and abandon..

never will I encourage a grasping mind,

forever vigilant ‘gainst the temptation

to possess..

I want an open heart,

I wish for nothing more..

gladly do I disinherit all worldly aspiration,

just to dwell in the heart

of the moment..

forsake all inheritance

save a full life lived

with honesty and

integrity.

with bows,

like those silent letters

within words

which inform meaning

yet have no aural substance,

do our illusions

obscure ‘reality'..

how we blind ourselves to these!

or is it that familiarity, that comfort

which so deadens our response?

why then do these silent beasts

so perturb me?

today poses more questions

than answers..

is it so within our innate

constitution to complicate

what is merely simplicity?

I tire of elaboration,

wish merely to get to

the crux of things..

I have no time for embroidery,

but like simple patterns

which speak unadorned truth;

delay is a crime, detour pointless..

sing me the sounds that speak

directly to my heart,

my soul, and I will mouth

praises for eternity!

even learning to love

the clumsy, burdensome,

myriad manifestations

which form the rich,

unexplored tapestry

of my waking dreams..

such

gentle amble

through an afternoon's

retreat,

no goal,

no scurry,

time to look around..

a placid landscape

echoes the sweep through

 personal history

that runs parallel

to my itinerary..

so much to ponder

so many moments

to savour,  regret

and wonder..

all these events

leaning, simply,

to now..

from whence they flow,

many tributaries

chance, destiny

call it what you will:-

a knowledge,

deep in one's heart, that

it all makes ‘perfect sense,'

yet in truth lies far

beyond rational grasp.

moments stolen from the copybook

of circumstance..

such

gentle amble

through an afternoon's

retreat,

no goal,

no scurry,

time to look around..

the universe breathes me,

renouncing restraint,

abandoned to

 this very instant..

the universe breathes me

 brilliance enfolds my perception,

 boundaries dissolve..

a rush of tenderness,

all encompassing compassion..

emergent galaxies,

passing away within thought..

wishing for nothing,

surrendering being within the

love that overwhelms..

the universe breathes me,

every sound, every thought,

each moment serves with gratitude

awe and wonder..

 floating eternally within

a boundless, supple

  womb

of understanding..

waves of nectarine ambrosia

distil the essence of my being..

the universe breathes me,

all deities past present and future

embrace me within their loving arms..

we are one,

all is one..

love personified,

consumed with  monumental

gratitude and affection

for this boundless world,

mesmerising infinitude,

gargantuan beauty,

 endless grace,

compassion and light..

behold the loving palms

of wisdom

ripples of joy!

the universe breathes me,

awakening

into a dawn

of knowledge

that dissipates fear

and trepidation,

 walking ever onward,

bolstered by the peaceful

 strength of enlightenment..

the universe breathes me.

it is not enough

to speak and write well..

it is not enough

to be heard to be

doing the right thing..

it is only enough

when life IS justly discharged

in the light and action

of truth..

when nobody sees,

and no one knows -

a cloak of invisibility

obscures rightful deeds

performed in the right way

simply because:

that IS the way to be..

I vow, therefore,

never to write another word

which seeks to redeem me

without aspiration to live

a nobler life..

too often the word is disaffected

in the deed..

vouchsafe, not another phrase

will escape my pen, save

to countenance a thought

that is practised in endeavour

and realised in

accomplishment..

with bows

daily contemplation:

freefall without

a parachute..

default location of awareness..

 both the hardest

and the easiest

human endeavour..

the insufferable burden of thought

becomes

the inconceivable buoyancy

of being;

trust being the key to

unlocking the fear,

misgiving and judgement

that invariably

clouds responsiveness

in the initial stages

of reflection..

"I am tired,"

becoming

"here, now."

daily contemplation:

freefall without

a parachute..

default location of awareness..

 both the hardest

and the easiest

human endeavour..

breathing in,

I am all things..

breathing out

I am no thing..

dissatisfaction and contentment

pulsing, merging and evaporating..

a prandial excursion,

rising and falling,

the angst and the bliss..

all are as one -

history

of  life absent,

 death lived..

moving on,

consciously,

subliminally,

all is as one:

account unfolding -

 movement

within stillness.