The Razor’s Edge

To walk through
The valley of darkness
With awareness
Placing one foot
Softly after the other
In tenderness and resolve
Holding fear lightly
Allowing the waves of emotion
To rise and fall
This is the razor’s edge

It is called the razor’s edge
Because it cuts through duality.

The Endless Search

Through dark forests he crawled
Across vast oceans
Torn and broken
He searched and searched
In mysterious valley
And the highest mountains
He peered into space
Open mouthed at the sheer majesty
Of eternity as it circled above him
Onwards he went
Searching and searching
More and more desperate

‘What are you searching for?’
Asked a farmer he met on the road.

’There is something missing,
I feel incomplete
Surely we are all looking for this completion
Isn’t this what drives us?’

‘You are misguided my friend,
This is a myth perpetuated
By the blind and foolish
By the ignorant and wayward
By those who seek power over you
And by your own arrogant mind.’

‘But without this sense of incompletion
What is the point of life
Why would we go on
What is the purpose
There must be something more?’

‘Friend, you are scratching an eternal itch
You have surrendered yourself
To the wrong master
Your own mind and its tyrannical ways
You are now enslaved
And held captive
In a myth of incompletion
Whereby you eternally search
And die unfulfilled.

Give up all this searching
And look with your inner eye
The mechanism of lack
That is at work
Just sit there and see like buddha
For one moment

In this simplicity is the truth.’

We never left the garden
And became incomplete
We went unconscious
And drunk with knowledge
And got lost in thought.

The Wisdom of Emptiness

Let’s meet when the sun goes down
And sit quietly together
Forget the world for a while
And turn our attention
To the silence we are
There is a beauty that nourishes the soul
When we sit quietly together
It’s not found in the busy world
In the cafes or the shops
It’s not found in any of our doing
It is simply this, naked and free,
No need to speak
Or share knowledge
We can let the wisdom of emptiness
Say more than all this talking

The wise one sits to one side
Silently looking at the clouds
As they flow through the empty sky
He left the market long ago.

Poet of the Ocean

I fell into the ocean of poetry
Struggled to keep myself afloat
Until all hope was abandoned
And I surrendered to my fate
After an eternity of sinking
I made my way back to the shore
Drenched and half drowned
Crawled upon the beach
A stranger approached me
I couldn’t speak
My heart, lungs and mind
Were so filled with poetic water
Eventually I spluttered and a single word
Uttered from my lips….
“Love.”

That was the start of my return
To the human realm.

Let’s Build a Fire

Come my friend
Let us build a fire
Far away from everyone
In the wild somewhere
Somewhere we cannot be found
You can bring it all
Your sorrow, fear and pain
All that pent up anger
All the times you have turned away
And bitten your tongue
All the heartbreak and heartache
The shame and the guilt
Even the hope, the prayers and the blind faith

You can bring it all
And we can burn it
All night long
And watch it all turn to flickering ash
Rising up to the stars
Disappearing into the void

And as dawn arrives
We can sing a sweet song
Of love’s tender freedom
As we make our way
Back to the hubbub of the market place
There may even be
A lightness in our step
And a crafty smile
Upon our lips

They will be curious
And ask why we smell
Of woodsmoke
But I will not share our secret with them.

Speak To The Invisible World

When you move somewhere
And when you leave somewhere
Make some sweet prayers of gratitude
Light some incense
Speak to the invisible world
Tell them you are coming or going
Offer your heart, your gratitude
Tell them your dreams, your vision
Speak of beauty and love
Invite those invisible ones
To support you, ask for their help
Tell them you mean no harm
And your actions
Are for the benefit of all beings
If you are true of heart
And aligned with love
You will be supported
If you are deceitful and arrogant
You will be ignored
Either way
It will bring you closer to the truth.

There are mysterious relationships
We know nothing about
And there are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.’