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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Tag Archives: Zen
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

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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.
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
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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

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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

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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.
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