Lovers’ Moon


Lovers’ Moon

You watch over us while we sleep

You bathe our dreams in the softness of your light

You bring healing to the landscape

 

Lovers’ Moon

Caress my heart with your warm embrace

Dissolve away my sorrow, and

Remind me once again of who I am

 

Lovers’ Moon

The mighty waterfall glistens in your presence

The creatures of the night adorn you with salutations, and

As if in gleeful gratitude

You caparison the sky with sparkling jewels

Until…

 

Lovers’ Moon

The daylight comes, and calls you home

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Change


When change comes calling

It extends the hand of friendship

Like The Prince of Opportunity

Bearing gifts of untold possibilities

 

Change is inevitable

One of the few constants in the universe

It is like a majestic eruption

Inviting you to pastures new

 

But remember…

Resistance to change can be painful

So, welcome her with open arms

And bask in her loving embrace

Oh Majestic Sun


Oh Majestic Sun

I feel your power surge,

through the veins of this mortal body

As you graciously gift me another day

 

But is this another day?

Or, the same day experienced differently

In the one, single, eternal moment of Now?

 

As I step out into the world

Coaxed by the melodic symphony

Of Mother Nature and her orchestra

As I inhale the perfume of your love

 

The answer to that question

Pales into insignificant hypothesis

 

 

Dearest Storm


Dearest storm

From the comfort of my room

I hear you raging

I hear you howling like a lover scorned

 

Such is the beauty of this great paradox

We call life, that

Your anger brings me the most wonderful peace

Your protestations sooth me and heal me

 

And I,

Just a single droplet in the ocean of creation

Am completely helpless

In relieving your pain

 

I cannot heal you, as you heal me

I can but feel eternal gratitude

For your love

Unconditional

 

Happiness


The quest for happiness is fruitless                                                                                    For it is not a task to be performed                                                                                      The average mind believes that happiness can be found in “things”                                But, the thirst of such a mind is never quenched

Such a mind chooses the arduous slog of the eternal treadmill;                                        the destination of suffering

Stop!

Take a moment

Listen to the silence

It whispers the language of love

Enter into Zen                                                                                                                    And the realisation that you, yourself, are happiness embodied

You may now break out into timeless laughter

 

Surrender


In the twilight of the morning, I hear you softly calling                                                        Stirring me into a new day                                                                                                  I venture forth, once more into the chaos

My light shines before me                                                                                                    Dispelling the darkness as it does so                                                                                  What new adventures await?

“Come, take my hand,” I hear you softly whisper                                                                And like a child,                                                                                                                  safe in the arms of a father who loves him dearly

I surrender to your presence

 

Zen Poems Of Love And Happiness


This is the introduction for my latest writing project, Zen Poems Of Love And Happiness, which should be available to buy by the end of this year. I may yet change a few bits, but by and large, this is it.

 

In September 2024 I wrote and published a poem on my blog. Even though another poem followed before the month was out, I had no idea what was to come. I suddenly experienced a light-bulb moment and before I knew what was happening, I found myself writing my first ever book of prose. I’ve always been fascinated by the work of Rumi and Rabindranath Tagore; how they write such beautifully enchanting, and seemingly other worldly, works. I’ve also been greatly touched by the writing of Marcus Aurelius, and now I find all these verses just flowing out from within me; it really is such a beautiful feeling. I shouldn’t be surprised at this phenomenon (although I am a bit) because ever since Zen entered my life several years ago, things just haven’t been the same.

Zen is one of those words that gets used a lot, mainly by people who don’t understand what it means. It has nothing to do with lighting candles and sitting cross-legged on the floor making funny noises, but of course, you can light as many candles as you want, sit where you want, how you want and make whatever noises you want; it makes no difference to Zen.

I don’t profess to be some sort of world authority, but in this introduction, I am simply expressing my view in accordance with my understanding, which is derived from my actual life experience and intuitive knowing. Zen is about unteaching what you have been taught, it is about dissolving away the chains of your conditioning, your old, stale beliefs that keep you in bondage.

Zen is not a religion as such because it is not a man-made egoic entity. It does not require anything from you; neither are you required to believe anything. It is simply the natural presence of consciousness, there is nothing to “do” except to allow that higher power within you to weave its magic. You don’t need to be Einstein to realise the danger posed by institutions that require you to blindly believe in a doctrine, with threats of punishment if you don’t. In Zen there are no Gods, no gurus, no messiahs, no churches, no temples, no scriptures, no teachers, no dogma and no doctrine. Zen cannot be taught because there is nothing to teach. Of course, there are people out there, especially on the internet, who for a price, will sell you their “Zen course.”

Zen does not threaten you with an angry, vindictive God, who will pass judgement on you and cast you into the fires of hell if you don’t love “him” in the way “he” demands to be loved. Indeed, Zen does not demand anything and judgementalism is an egoic human trait that has its roots in fear.

People who do their best to live a life in Zen don’t care what religion you are, or indeed if you have a religion at all. This is because they don’t treat spirituality as a competition and do not have anything to prove or preach and have no desire to impose a belief system on others or to convert.

Beliefs are nothing more than thoughts in the mind. What you believe will create your reality. But your reality may not necessarily be representative of truth. With this in mind, I would add that your truth is your own and you have your own journey, so don’t just blindly believe what I have written here. If, however, what I have written resonates with you and you can take something from it, then I’m really happy to have helped along the way.

Zen is very subtle and incredibly beautiful, and will just bubble up from within you when it is ready with all the nonchalance of a lazy domestic cat; it will reveal you to yourself.

 

The Mists Of Time

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Oh Mists of Time

Tell me your secrets

You wear your mysteries like a shroud

How will I know you?

 

And The Mists of Time answered…

 

My child – there are no mysteries

My secrets are your secrets

For you and I are One

Together we have surfed the corridors of eternity

 

We have shared untold wonders

The joys of pleasure and ecstasy

Strength-giving tribulations

And with each growth inducing experience

 

We dive deeper into infinity

Roll Hills Roll


Roll hills, roll

With your chameleon-like colours

Ever changing, with each passage of time

What secrets do you hold?

 

Roll hills, roll, roll on

Bask in golden sunlight

Be cooled by the rain

Allow the elements to sooth your pain

 

We share the same father, you and I

Yet my brothers and sisters beat your brow

 

Roll hills, roll

Take refuge in your beauty

Drink from Mother Nature’s cup

Eat at her table

 

Celebrate your glory

time and time again

In the overcoming of human inflicted adversity

 

Roll hills, roll, roll on

And roll on again

Roll on into eternity

Beautiful Earth

Beloved friend

Who Am I


Who Am I?

If you look for me, you won’t find me

If you find me, I disappear

I am nowhere, and

I am now here

I am everything, yet

I am nothing

 

Who Am I?

You can touch me, yet

I am not solid

I am as the sun when obscured by clouds

Ever present, but unseen

I am the knower of that which cannot be known

The All in All

 

Who Am I

I speak with the language of fragrance, but

My voice is silent

I am in constant motion, but

You will only find me in the stillness of your heart

 

Who Am I?