The first poem reminds us to take risks in noble ways.
The second poems is a daily meditation on the value of silence and stillness
The third poem reveals liberation through insights into great and small things of our experiences
The fourth poem reminds that footprints are not signs of going somewhere.
Taking risks
Do stand up, take a risk
no cost to those around
a hero walks inside
release is then unbound.
A diver can’t hold back
a plunge, the water’s cold,
a yogi sinks so deep
beholds a realm beyond..
A singer can’t resist,
as lyrics light the flame.
What does such risk feel like?
What does your voice proclaim?
As past is but a dream
future is hanging low
a leap remains a scare
and trust is what you know.
So thoughts conceal the dare
upon the edge of time
so skip pretence on show
and dance on rocks sublime.
A Daily Meditation
Let us be still for a few moments
Without moving even our little finger
So that a hush descends upon us.
There would be no place to go,
Nor to come from,
For we would have arrived in this extraordinary moment
There would be a stillness and silence,
That would fill all of our senses,
There all things would find their rest.
Everything would then be together in a deep connection.
Putting an end to ‘us and them’, this against that.
We would not move in these brief moments
For that would disturb this palpable presence;
There would be nothing to be said nor done
For life would embrace us in this wondrous meeting
And take us into its arms as a loving friend.
ARE YOU FREE?
Are you still bound? A psyche binds the self.
Are you still tied to your desire and stealth?
Do you move freely? Or trapped in measure?
Are you enslaved? Consumed in fear and wealth?
Beyond unrest that hides itself from health?
Embark on journeys deep into heaven,
where love displays the realm of divine
Yes, love the journey, cherish ways beyond,
the eagle leaves no trail in sky benign,
free spirit leaves a small footprint refined.
The gods leave us no trace of boundary
actions and fruits fly home on wings of time,
we share the tastes of what we cannot bear
and take up a blessed state of poet kings,
we touch upon that which a small thing sings.
A Faint Footprint
Footprint are walking through the air
and tracks are nothing more than that
the path and goal fades from my view
No way exists to peer forward
Beyond this dissolving toe line,
no means to see what was before,
no walking ever made this path,
nor a point to show where we are,
Nor any hint of what might be.
while these footprints remain hidden.
not showing moving and standing,
rainbows confirm the made up world.
Our path sets in ways we falter,
we need not try to work it out,
our words are written on water
and views a faint print on the mind