Summer path
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Clouds bloom , air cools.
One drop, then two.
Sudden scent of roses
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Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Haiku, Poetry, rain, roses, senses, summer on August 16, 2012| Leave a Comment »
Nocturne ( words are pictures)
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged being aware, darkness, Haiku, lightning, night, Poetry, summer, thunderstorm, zen on August 13, 2012| Leave a Comment »
“6th August: A Wind From The East” please see the page of this performance piece I have just put up. (I put it as a page, rather than a post as it’s a bit lengthy and needs its own space
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged art, bomb, great experiment, Hiroshima, in memory of, Nagasaki, performance, Poetry, pouty, remembrance on August 4, 2012| Leave a Comment »
Light of Lammas
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged festival, grain, harvest, lammas, light, quern, seed, time on August 1, 2012| 1 Comment »
Light of Lammas.
Dew-drunk and tipsy with Time,
Skewed, slewed, slaughtered.
The slow, steady sun fires the cloudbanks,
Silver, silver, the grinding stones spill silver.
Seed nods, falls gold, is gathered in.
The scorched path, the well-worn path,
The weave of light that webs the world.
Morning my breakfast, twilight my supper.
This spirit-filled world exactly like no other.
Burn the seeds of concept
In the furnace of the dawn.
Dreaming is the clue
To the nature of things,
Laying light upon Lammas morn.
“Light of Lammas” an original print by Simon H Lilly
Dream, dreamer, dreaming
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged caverns, death, dissolution, dream, practitioners, Realisation, the Sublime on July 30, 2012| Leave a Comment »
Dream, Dreamer, Dreaming.
The Master’s Garuda boat
Untouched by the turbulence
Of the rocked earth.
The long, deep lake shudders,
Sweeping away the lost
Into other worlds.
Winding avenues of rock
Rising from the shore,
Steps, tunnels, pathways.
The clustered, caved homes of disciples,
Comfortable, apart, sedate.
Shrines of Herukas,
Whispered shadows.
The First Seventy dissolving, dissipating.
Shallow basins and channels guiding
The flow of gore,
The seepage, the transformation
From flesh to food
For the invisible ones.
On carved, curved walls
The lives recorded,
The passage through hell-worlds,
The First Seventy Disciples return
To dissolve in mantra –
Butter lamps floating
On red globules of spent life
Drifting into sinuous darknesses.
Keeping watch, the New.
Taking turns as long as can be withstood,
In the presence of final collapse.
A chance to overcome despair:
To witness the passage of the Elements
Untouched,
To dance clear of the smoke,
The flame of laughter
Fanned
By True Emptiness.
The horror of Reality –
A flower of great beauty,
But no one name.
On the roaring edge,
The Master asks a simple question.
The Sublime awaits.
There is no answer.
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(Imagery from a dream last night, satisfyingly Jungian, dark, bright, strange. A mountain lake, an earth tremor sinking boats, a large prowed boat rides the wave, safe. The main story, a Master with disciples living in the steep rock-cut lakeside mountains. The return of the First Seventy Disciples, old men coming back to their Master to die together. The New disciples, set the task to be continually present during the dissolution of the bodies, encaverned, aware, candle light in small shrines. Hard to bear the horror and glory of the implacable transformation, taking turns, Master watching on, silent, slight smile, compassionate, unforgiving. One opportunity, every opportunity, to break through, to break out……)
( the diving, swimming, flying man is from an Iron Age Celtic coin of the Bellovaci tribe)
Report from a British summer
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Basho, Britain, children, gardens, Haiku, summer, sun, zen on July 30, 2012| 2 Comments »
I
We are adrift in sunshine and birdsong.
The green fields turning golden hay.
Grandchildren like chirping sparrows.
Fresh breeze from the hills.
Nothing to report,
Lost in time and space……
II
Basho by the pond.
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Pausing,
He turns to listen:
The sound
Of one hand
Clapping.
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(Some more words scribbled down from my diary. It’s been a busy summer. Just recently missed a great flurry of strong words. It’s so important to write when those times arise, as the fuel that fires the flow is soon consumed..)
One moment here
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged awareness, existence, presence, time and space on July 30, 2012| 2 Comments »
One moment here,
Or here,
An instant’s presence,
Or, maybe, fever.
Not choosing,
Nor discarding,
An equipoise of breath.
This moment,
Or this,
Weighed,
Released.
A point,
(Time or space),
Within which to expand,
Relax.
A skill,
Or no skill,
To continue
Regardless.
Existence,
Or non-existence,
Tasting the same-
A sharp flow.
Words
Or no words,
Insignificant attainment
Of the one song.
Solstice: words revolve a standing sun
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged flora, Guru Purnima, Haiku, insignificance, joy, moon, rain, Solstice, summer, waking on July 30, 2012| 2 Comments »
Solstice: words revolve a standing sun.
I
On Momentous Occassions.
Not to be missed.
A once-in-a-lifetime experience!
This breath.
II
The Pleasurable Joy of Insignificance.
A seed on the breeze
Safe floating
Away from reach.
So small
In the hands
Of the world.
So safe
Amongst the cloak
of stars.
So small
So safe
No threat.
Floating free
Insignificant joy
Sparkle of bliss.
III
Two weeks of rain.
Finally, the moon!
An embarrassed smile.
IV
Hemlock and mallow.
The dead revived,
Stretch thick green limbs.
Cat’s ear and wild privet.
The living exhale
To fuel the world.
Yarrow and blood poppy.
The skylark’s song:
Blue and vast.
The apple, the cherry,
Yet small and hard,
Dreaming of sweetness.
Elder, oh elder!
A circumference of passion,
Honey cream and pensive.
The thick warm air
Slow, turning.
The world wants not,
Waits not,
Curls and moves:
A sleeping cat.
V
When I look into your eyes,
Moon of Guru Purnima:
Silver ripples across my heart.
VI
Steady rain.
No moon tonight,
Except the disc
Upon which you dance,
Goddess of Wisdom.
Fluid cool
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged as it is, green world, landscape, Poetry, summer on July 30, 2012| 1 Comment »
My mind is clouds
Shades of grey
Shades of light
Pellucid smoke
Moving to a breeze of birdsong
A dream of seafoam
A warmth
A honeyed breath.
Discard perfection
Disregard the starch ,
The po-faced judgement
Of those who weigh
Degrees of holiness,
Degrees of failure,
The world is
What the world is.
This river,
Not the water,
Not the valley,
Not the sound
Not the blackbird’s cool….
