Said the acorn to the world, “I give to you the great oak tree.”
Said the great oak tree to the world, “I give to you the acorn.”
Mother nature spoke, “Who came first?”
“Twas the mighty oak,” said the acorn.
“Twas the acorn,” said the mighty oak
Love suddenly spoke…
“You came together, as One, out of the Timeless Wilderness,
And as One, shall you remain.
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I hear you sing my name in the rustle of the trees
But, it was me all the time
I feel your caress in the gentleness of the breeze
But, it was me all the time
I hear you tapping on my window in the pitter-patter of the rain
But, it was me all the time
I smell you in the fragrance of the rose
But, it was me all the time
I taste you in the nectar of the fruit
But, it was me all the time
You feel the power of my love, as it flows gently through the very veins of your soul
But, it was you all the time
Copyright © Richard F Holmes 2024
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You may or may not have noticed, that my last few posts have been an attempt on my part at spiritual poetry. This is because, after five years, I have an idea for a new writing project. It’s going to be a book of poetry. Just a very small one, probably just 20 poems to test the water and see what happens. Here’s my latest offering; I hope you enjoy them.
Where Eagles Soar, you will find me
My heart calls out to you as I glide on the air waves
Soul searching; a soul searching
Searching the vastness of eternity
My Lover responds
Like a fragrance
permeating my entire being
I am smitten
You were there all the time
But I didn’t notice you
I couldn’t see
Enveloped by ego
But
Now
I
Melt
As I crawl into your loving arms
Waiting for nothing in particular
Just sitting here
Just listening to the tick-tock
Of imaginary time
As it passes by, almost unnoticed
In all its nonchalance
Tick
Tock
Just being
Tick
Tock
The End
Start Again
ॐॐॐॐॐॐॐॐॐ
Waiting for nothing in particular
Just standing here
Just listening to the tick-tock
Of imaginary time
As it passes by, almost unnoticed
In all its nonchalance
Tick
Tock
Just being
Tick
Tock
The End
Start Again
ॐॐॐॐॐॐॐॐॐ
© Richard F Holmes 2024
In the depths of The Ocean of Life
I find you waiting – ever patient
Softly whispering to my soul
Your nurturing nature comforts me
It blows gently on my face
Like a warm breeze on a sunny day
My heart melts
Knowing we are One
And like a lover – gently leading a beloved
Hand in hand
Like the tide
We ebb and flow together
Through Lifetimes – transitions and more lifetimes
Leaving soft footprints in our wake
At each transition
I melt into your loving arms
Until…
The next journey beckons
My best friend, ever, forever
In the world of silence – my constant companion
In the world of no companionship – we are One
In the world without Oneness, without concept – We are simply Being
In the world without Being – I Am
In the world of no worlds – I Am That I Am
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A priest was giving a religious discourse to the inmates of an asylum. He was a few minutes into his sermon when one of the inmates started waving his arms about and shouting, “do we have to listen to this rubbish?” The priest paused, and looked at the support worker who was in attendance and asked, “shall I stop speaking?” The support worker replied, “no, it’s OK, carry on, you won’t hear any more from him; he only has one sane moment every seven years…
Indeed, one sane moment every seven years; that’s something that a lot of people would give their right arms for in this world that seems to have gone completely mad. It is so difficult in this day and age, to keep sane in a completely bonkers world. The problem is that we have all been corrupted by our conditioning, which started at a very early age.
The beauty of Zen, is that once it finds you, you can rest in the natural flow of things as chaos ensues all around. The thing is not to get sucked into the drama, but rather to remain a witness as the drama plays itself out before your eyes. In other words, be the stage, not the play. These days, I’m getting much better at doing this; but I haven’t quite got the knack of never succumbing to the tricks of the egoic mind. Even though I have noticed more and more lately, that everything I need just seems to flow effortlessly to me. I still find myself on occasion playing one of the characters in an unnecessary soap opera. Then inevitably, I have to feel the pain that comes with it before the penny drops and I revert back to the natural flow of the poetry that is Zen.
Don’t listen to the priest (ego), but equally, don’t be content with one sane moment every seven years. Be neither sane nor insane… Just Be…
My heart has opened to every form. It is a pasture for gazelles, a cloister for Christians, a temple for idols, the Ka’ba of the pilgrims, the tablet of the Torah and the book of the Koran. I practice the religion of Love; in whichever directions its caravans advance, the religion of Love will be my religion and my faith.
Ibn El Arabi – 12th century Sufi mystic
You bewilder us
with your grace.
All evils
transform into
goodness.
You are the master alchemist.
You light the fire of love
in earth and sky
in heart and soul
of every being.
Through your love
existence and nonexistence merge.
All opposites unite.
All that is profane
becomes sacred again
Author - Richard F Holmes 