What would I do without you?
If you were not my everything, and I yours
Where would I seek solace?
Who would lick my wounds?
Would it be better I seek to grasp the air
than seek happiness?
Would I be destined to wander the barren wilderness
that knows not Love?
What would I do without you?
Oh pervader of all
Our Oneness is such
That I never have to ponder such questions
For with the same inevitability
That rain, falling from the heavens
must surely kiss the earth
So must I, one day
Return to the chamber of your loving heart
And there, rest my weary soul in the silence
Death – Part Two
Death
I don’t travel alone
The angels accompany me
Through the tunnel we fly
“It’s time,” the beautiful souls had said
“We have come for you”
“New adventures await”
We travel the tunnel
at breakneck speed
Warmth and anticipation swell my heart
The end of the tunnel looms
Larger and larger
The light beckons
Until…
I’m through the veil
The Spirit greets me
I’m home
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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
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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
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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

Photo by Anna Shvets: https://www.pexels.com/photo/boy-in-white-crew-neck-t-shirt-inside-a-box-3905696/
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

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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.






