Earth
This is dead earth.
Hard
over-ploughed
over worked.
Like you or me maybe?
Not enough rest
or good food
No time without being disturbed or asked to work and work and work some more.
Like you or me
maybe?
Then dusted with white powder
to try and encourage energy
Like you or me… Read more
Evening
A lone person
alone
might be lonely
or not.
Solitude,
silence
stillness
then from that spaciousness
arises such fullness
such a company of senses;
red campion
daisies closing
blackbird call
fish splash
moon rise
leaf fall
duck paddle
bee hum
bat dart
hazel
nettle
ash
willow
dock
that there … Read more
The gift of gratitude
There is no greater gift than gratitude
for in the thanking of the world and the other
we find ourselves rewarded in the recognition of all that we have received,
all that we ignore and take for granted,
our heart beating,
our lungs expanding,
our hands peeling the potatoes,
our eyes seeing each other’s smiles,… Read more
Mindfulness
Once, a long time ago I sat amongst saffron robes looking out over terraced rice paddies to watch the eagles soar against blue sky and white snow-capped mountains. I heard the gong summon us to the meditation hall and sat cross legged finding it easy to still my mind and arrive in the moment untroubled.… Read more
When truth is failing…
It seems to me that when truth is in short supply,
there is one place I can go to that I can rely on and it is the garden.
It has been the container of cats and dogs, toddlers and teenagers, swimming and bonfires, love, laughter, rows and tears.
Whatever has happened, the grass has … Read more