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?

The Eternal Oasis Of Love


Why do you weep for me?

I have not gone anywhere.

You will see my uniqueness

in the intricacy of a snowflake.

 

Before I melt away,

then entertain you with a dawn chorus,

tantalise your senses with earthy richness,

as I spatter the land in raindrops.

 

I twinkle with happiness

when you gaze up at the stars,

or look into the eyes of a new born baby.

Your heart yearns for me.

 

Follow the path of your yearning,

it will guide you to its source.

 

The eternal oasis of Love

 

There shall we meet,

and melt into the timeless abyss

 

The Eternal Silence


Words are sounds we don’t always understand

They describe things we don’t always see

They utter pleas that often fall on deaf ears

The language of words can be very deceiving

See

Sea

C

Si

We are often confused with what we are receiving

 

There’s only one language we all understand

We find it within

It’s always at hand

The eternal silence

The language of the soul

The eternal silence

The knower of all

Who Came First


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.