Nearing The End Of The Day


As the late Spring evening ambles to a close

The birds sing a gentle lullaby to the trees

An equally gentle breeze kisses the green-clad branches

Coaxing one final dance before night closes in

 

As stillness prepares to descend

All is at peace

All is well

It’s Not What It Seems…


I came across a very profound piece of wisdom the other day, from a very unlikely source. I’ve long been an admirer of Keith Richards, AKA “Sir Keef”, guitarist with The Rolling Stones. Mainly for his musicianship and the fact that he is a very interesting character. Anyone who can fall out of a coconut tree at age 62 gets my vote all day long! Now in his 80s, he has become more and more of an interesting interview as he has gotten older.

I’ve long been fascinated by the stories of musicians, where they came from and how they made it etc. Anyway, recently I came across a book called, “what would Keith Richards do?” It’s like a collection of “Keefisms” taken from various interviews over the years. Anyone who is familiar with Sir Keef will know that for some years now, any photo you see of him, pretty much always shows him wearing a skull ring. Now, I don’t know about you, but whenever I see images of skulls, thoughts of pirates and gothic horror etc. spring to mind. But Keef has a different philosophy on what the skull ring represents.

When asked about the ring he said it’s got nothing to do with “bravado and surface bull****.” He said that beauty is skin deep and the skull symbolises that we are all the same underneath. Peel back the skin and flesh from any head, regardless of race, colour and creed and you will see a skull.

Nice one Sir Keef.

Look at me

What do you see?

A skull?

Straight out of a horror story

All gothic and gory

 

But, look again, look beyond your prejudice

I am just like you

Peel away your face flesh and skin, and

You will see that we are kin

Why Are We Blind To Our Own Qualities And Achievements?


I’m acquainted with someone, who in my eyes is a very successful author. Of course, success is only relative, but this writer has reached out to millions of people throughout the world and changed their lives for the better. He shared a story of how he felt (not in an egoistic way) that if he had made such great strides in his spiritual evolution, why was he still getting all the same old negative traits coming to the surface? For example, allowing seemingly trivial things to annoy him and getting angry over what seemed like nothing. He felt that, given where he is today, compared to the pits from whence he had dragged himself up from, and considering his work, why was he not now the equivalent of a Buddha or a Lau Tzu?

He said that he was relating this story to a friend of his as he had allowed the situation to drag him down. As stated, he didn’t think like this because of his ego, it was because he’d had a particularly difficult time throughout large slices of his life and couldn’t understand why he was still struggling given how far he’d come. His friend, a very wise lady, reminded him that if he was off around the world being a Buddha or Lao Tzu, he wouldn’t have been doing his current work and touching the hearts of millions. We all have our own unique purpose for being here on earth and we also tend to have that rather annoying habit of comparing ourselves to others and feeling inadequate; even the best of us.

It just goes to show, that quite often it’s the people around us who see our qualities and achievements. We seem to be blind to the wonderful, positive things that make up our character and it’s left to others to remind us.

Return To Sand Bay


I heard you calling me

Tugging at my heart strings

You felt my yearning,

Yearning for your tranquility

You reeled me in; I had no resistance

 

I sat down, and was immediately greeted by the chatter of magpies

Once again, a chill breeze and the warmth of the sun vied for my attention

The sun tried its hardest to protect me from its adversary

But alas, on this occasion it was no contest

The chill bullied the mighty fireball into submission

 

By way of soothing song

The birds offered their sympathies

To the sun with the bloodied nose

 

My fiery friend

You shall surely live another day

To once again cloak me

In the warmth of your loving care

 

Peace Or Pieces?


Only in the silence will you hear the voice of Love

When the world seems to be attacking you, all sides

Take a moment…

 

Retreat into the cavity of your heart

Be embraced by the peace…

That passes all understanding

 

Let go of the pieces, and

Let the peace do its work

 

You are only an actor

Playing a part

You don’t have to be a hero

Every day doesn’t have to be a slog

 

The power of love will nurture you

Without you even realising

 

Your hardships are your friends

For they cause you, unwittingly

To go on an inner journey

 

Once you set sail

The Ocean of Love will guide you

 

So, let go of the pieces

Welcome the peace, and

Be guided by Love

The Wisdom Of The Planets


Hello planets!

Are you trying by your twinkling

To give me an inkling

Of the secrets you hold

Or, are you winking

Or just blinking

Or maybe thinking

That they are not to be told

 

The planets pondered this strange musing and replied…

 

We are neither winking nor blinking, but

We are most certainly thinking to ourselves

Why you look to the sky and not within

When all the secrets of the universe are within you

This is our lesson to your species

Do not be distracted by things that glitter

Do you not have a saying…

“All that glitters is not gold”

 

Do not look to the heavens

When the gold you seek is within you

 

 

 

Beautiful Storm – A Short Story


I recently went on a short trip to Falmouth in Cornwall; a truly beautiful part of the world. It just happened to coincide with the UK being battered by some ferocious storms. Indeed, it was the weather in Falmouth that inspired me to write this little story. As the days passed however, I learned that the rain in some areas had been so relentless, that homes and businesses had been flooded and people were in despair. There was also some loss of life due to falling trees. With all this in mind, I had second thoughts about posting this blog. However, after giving it careful consideration, I’ve decided to go ahead and post because everything has context, and I believe that the people who read my work will understand this and will also understand the context in which this post is written…so here goes…

Yesterday you were so calm and beautiful; you reflected the sun’s rays with such grace and elegance. But today you are angry, in fact, I’ve never seen you so angry. Along with your partners in crime, the wind and the rain, you have battered and lashed the coastline with such venom. What are you trying to tell us? Why do you protest?

 

The sea replied…

 

Beauty lives everywhere! The problem lies not with the elements. The problem lies with the human trait of  judging everything as being good or bad. Until humans learn to see things exactly as they are, instead of being favourable or unfavourable, your species will continue to suffer.

 

So, look again my human friend, and gaze upon the most beautiful of storms.

 

Falmouth, Cornwall 25/01/25

Falmouth, Cornwall 25/01/25

Falmouth, Cornwall 25/01/25

Falmouth, Cornwall 25/01/25

Falmouth, Cornwall 25/01/25

Falmouth, Cornwall 25/01/25

Passing Clouds – A Thought


We are all but passing clouds on the airways of life. Like the clouds, we dissipate and reform, we shed tears; and we also collide. Sometimes the collisions are stunningly magnificent, we merge with another in love and produce a result that is enchantingly beautiful. Other times the collisions are like those of storm clouds, angry, dark and repellent. 

This could be thought of as a nonsensical comparison, considering that clouds are not sentient beings and humans are. But, I believe that we have a lot to learn from nature and I also believe that we may have a lot more in common with her than we may think; we are, after all, made of the same stuff, and that stuff is in constant motion. If you consider that all objects, all phenomena; including our species, on this dreamland stage are conceived of consciousness, by consciousness and within consciousness, then the idea is not so fanciful.

Would The Earth Say No To A Raindrop – A Short Story


There is no demon to judge you when the time comes to surrender your body. The only judgement you will ever encounter is the judgement that emits from the human ego; oozing like puss from a sore.

The source welcomes all home with open arms. Whether beggar, king or thief there is no difference when the soul is laid bare.

Have you ever known the sea to refuse a river? Does a tree check your status before offering shelter and fruit? Would the earth say “No” to a raindrop that fell from the sky?

So, polish your metaphorical shoes, don your metaphorical suit and tie, and when the time comes…

Smile, and dive into the arms of love.

The River – A Short Story


I am a river, winding my way to the sea…

Though obstacles arise to hinder me, nothing stops the motion; the perpetual motion, and with a certain inevitability, I reach my destination. Destination? What is REALLY meant by “destination?”

Like me, you, the observer, will roll on the through the illusion of the space/time continuum, and when you reach your destination, you will find that there is no such thing. There are only stops along the way; the way of timelessness. So, the only true destination is where you are now. This being the case, you are forever at your destination, therefore you are never lost.

I am a river, winding my way to the sea