Tag Archives: Zen

Return To Sand Bay

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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?

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Leaf That Fell From The Tree

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Don’t weep for me

The leaf that fell from the tree

I was once looking down

But now, down I lie

I’m preparing to die

But don’t weep for me

The leaf that fell from the tree

 

I turned brown and I fell down

But I’m only in transition

I’m in my rightful position

To get a bit moshed, and

a bit squashed

Or, I may dry and crumble

If the rain clouds don’t rumble

 

I feed the earth

She gives me life anew

It’s only a matter of time

Before I again enjoy the view

Resplendent in green

Surveying the scene

 

So come, human

Admire my hue

I only experience the same process as you

We live and we die

But there’s no need to cry

We both adorn the wheel of illusion

And, our being is as One, eternal

 

Weep not, but praise Mother Nature

I’m replenished, I’m offspring

I’m “Of the Spring”

Weep not, but embrace the joy

Weep not for me

The leaf that once fell from the tree

Photo by Hiwa Ali: https://www.pexels.com/photo/brown-leaf-2364633/ 

 

Dancing Fool – A Short Story

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“Would you care to dance,” said the tempest to the leaves; and dance they did, for they had no choice.

“Such grace and elegance in your movement,” sneered the tempest smugly, for his ego was strutting like a train-rattling peacock. “Of course,” he continued, “you do realise, don’t you, that you only move because of my power and might? Without me you would just rot on the ground; your dancing shoes would be redundant.” The leaves laughed mockingly at their tormentor.

“What’s so funny?” Demanded the tempest, feeling decidedly awkward and with his strutting reduced to no more than a distant memory. “Your foolishness is what’s so funny,” replied the leaves, trying and failing to suppress a snigger. Now the tempest was really rattled, “explain yourselves,” he demanded.

“Oh mighty windbag, foolish dancer, it is neither you nor us that moves. The only mover is consciousness and we are all but dancers in the mind of the observer.

 

 

 

Death Addressed The Masses – A Short Story

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“I am Death, the Great Awakening.” “Awakening to what?” screamed the deluded from the rooftops. “To what is already there,” Death replied. “Why do you fear me? I am the lifter of the veil, the bridge to your next adventure, I am the light leading you out of the darkness, not into it.”

The deluded screamed again, “No, you bring only fear, pain and suffering, why should we listen to you?” Death replied once more, “My friends, it is not I inflicting your fear, pain and suffering on you; I bring only light. You have lost sight of your true nature, and as a result, you have succumbed to cause and effect.”

“I exist to relieve you of such inflictions, not to bring more.”

But the deluded would not listen, they chose fear instead, and thus, continued on the wheel.