Sunday, 14 January 2018

A night-time journey

Cocooned in a denim blue patchwork
warm, snug, safe.
Wide-awake in the midnight hour
a thought bubble floats by
“cannot sleep”.
Grasp it and hold on
or let the breeze carry it onward to
another night-time mind?

Lie in a boat
sail free from the harbour.
Let the wind and waves
describe the journey
guided only by
the pull of the moon.

What is this time for
if not for sleeping?
Re-membering
awakening to a being free
of wants and desires.
Accepting what is
may be different from what I want.

Let the boat course its own journey
always moving closer to home.

What will be remembered
in the morning?

© 12 Jan 18

Wednesday, 10 January 2018

Walk With Me film

I'm really looking forward to seeing the film Walk With Me, which is already on in several cinemas in the UK, having shown worldwide as well. It's a film about Thich Nhat Hanh and Plum Village and has been several years in the making. 
A rare insight into the world of mindfulness and Zen Buddhist master Thich Nhat Hanh.
I'll be at showings in York on Tuesday 23rd (6.40pm) and Sunday 28th (10.40am) 
if you want to join me. 
For more about the film watch the trailer here 
and for dates in your local UK cinema have a look at this website
Oh, and did I mention, it's narrated by Benedict Cumberbatch? Yet another reason to see the film!

#thichnhathanh #plumvillage #becalmbehappy

Friday, 5 January 2018

Don't need a bird-cage

Grateful to know
oneness
the unbound.
Grateful to see
thoughts
like flitting birds
without their usual
stamp of authority and
reality.
Grateful to know
don’t need a bird-cage
to trap and keep them
make them real.
Grateful to see
thoughts milling in
universal consciousness
as dust motes in sunlight
dancing in the unbound.
Grateful to know
don’t need a bird-cage.

© 5 Jan 18

Wednesday, 3 January 2018

Wildness

The wildness inside me responds
to the wildness outside
calling, drawing
tempting me to come and play.
I spend too long indoors and
the wildness is quiescent
resting
yet still it needs to roar
needs to be buffeted by the wind
battered by the rain
like a lone wolf answering
the call of its pack.

And so I slip-slide through mud
wind trying to bowl me over
rain to make me submit.
The wildness inside refuses and
on I go
to the top of the hill and catch
the beginning of a rainbow.
On I go
until the wildness is content.
Allowing the wildness within
to be itself, be free.

© 3 Jan 18