There Is A Moment
There is a moment in the flight of a bird on the wing
Where poise and balance is momentarily so complete
That time seems to stop as all falls into an awakened state of grace.
There is a moment in the windswept movement of the tall poplar trees
When the surge and sway of the restless rushing wind
Hits a tone and pitch so resonant
That amidst the roaring earth breathing is a point of silence:
Stillness, silence, full and complete.
There is a moment amongst the cacophony
Of the seeming contradictory and chaotic theatre of contemporary daily life
Right there beneath it all
As at the still ocean floor looking up to the swirling rolling sea above:
A state of peace and tranquillity
A simple abiding
In gratitude and appreciation
Restful and ready to be taken home.
Easter Sunday In Paradise
On top of the far hill
stand some juniper trees
with odd shaped forms.
One
suggests a tall old man
pointing skywards
to the ocean of clear blue above.
Beneath
the hill top craggy junipers,
Sit a cluster of elms and poplars
resplendent in their lovely
autumnal dress,
Colouring our world
with their timeless beauty.
Sitting awhile
with my love
by the pond side,
Appreciating
the gardens
and the beauty
all around.
We sit outside time
and soak in
the clear crystalline
energies of the day.
This morning
is so very peaceful:
tranquillity itself.
Ones attention
is immediately drawn
to unusual depths
and rich appreciation
for the gentle
radiance and beauty
Of the family of trees,
birds, pond waters,
and blue sky father above.
Together
they hold us all
in this garden of delight
and tranquillity.
Today,
on Easter Sunday,
we feel the present hand
of Jeshua,
the Christed one.
TIKAL: Remembering…
Tikal
Shrouded in mist
Home to mystery and hidden voices.
You call to me
Jungle draped Mother
of vast and mighty temples
Challenging as they soar
Towards the Sun.
Remembering
As I walk these ancient
pathways now,
Do I hear echoes of my brothers
As we stepped together down these trails
So long ago
when we lived and loved
and studied here together
in your university* of higher learning.
[* Universe- City..?]
Was it here
in these awakened plazas
The starry heavens bespoke their wisdom
and the Earth Mother
unfolded herself in
all her mystery and
deep knowing ways.
Did we, as children,
lie here together
beneath the Pleadian
jewelled night sky
And be lost in Wonder
and found in Gratitude
As our young hearts
strove to expand to
contain All.
And in your corners of
deep peace and tranquillity
Do I remember diving deep
and learning to flow and fly.
In this place
of tall stone temples
and soaring ceiba trees
Did we young ones
learn always to look
upwards to the sky and trust in the way.
Tikal
O home of many teachings,
Disrobe for us
Unveil your mysteries
for all
to come and know.
