The Tying of Knots

Wikipedia states that
a knot is an intentional complication
in cordage which may be practical
decorative,
or both.

To that I would add there is a mystical
dimension to the tying of knots
which imbues the resultant
outcome
with complexity
and awe.

An example is the hangman’s knot
A gruesome exercise in symmetry, and
another kinder yet equally complex one
is the wonderous wongle beloved of scouts.

I like the sailors knot, sometimes
called a Turks head, and puzzle over
who in the world invented the little known
corn beef knot used in the cooking of said meat?

Also don’t forget the granny knot
a heartwarming name for one
that can slip under load and
let you down at the crucial time.

Mathematicians love the trefoil
and there is a whole body of
learned work on the subject often
calculated in n-dimensions.

Meanwhile the endless knot
or Shriivatsa dates back five
centuries to the Indus Valley and
represents the eternal wisdom of the Buddha.

And finally I have to mention
the impassable Gordian knot
of legend cut through By Alexander.
The seeming impossible problem solved
In such a simple way. If only life were like that.

Fate

Lorry-crash

The locking nut that should have been tightened wasn’t.
But it passed the inspection and that’s all that matters.

The weather decides. Or does it? Perhaps sun and moon
Conspire together and the outcome of the marriage is
Wind and rain. Or frost and snow. Unruly children.
That together cause the leaves to fall.
This one before that one. But why?
God-like the tree that gives them life withdraws it too, job done.
They fall earthward, caught by wind and rain and careless feet
To land and stay and rot, to turn to mulch, next years food.

The driver was late. The delivery slot was now. So he went
Faster than he should have. Down the road made slippy by wind
Rain and fallen leaves. In his lorry with the loose locking nut.

What takes you out of the house? A decision? Or habit perhaps?
Shopping to collect. Job to go to? The need for fresh air?
Or is it fate. That puts you in the same place and time as your nemesis
Take care. Leaves underfoot can be slippy. Oops, What did I say!

In the wrong place at the wrong time was the verdict.

Does dust hold memories?

Preston road

Dust in the hall
Dust on the stairs
Dust everywhere
But do I care?

An empty house loses its soul
All sense of home gone
An empty space without a role
Love and warmth forgone

A chill lives within its walls
Not just the absence of heat
But something more, a void that calls
Without you I am incomplete.

A small toy, bright faced, stares
Abandoned and forgotten
By a child who no longer cares,
Doomed to live forever in its forlorn habitation.

Wait. The toy moves, lifts, as invisible hands
Raise it, cherish it and hold it close
An inner light glows through it, expands,
Spreads, the whole room to enclose.

Voices from the past speak softly
Shapes appear, grow stronger,
Appear more and more clearly,
Making the light in the room alter.

The people may be gone but perhaps,
The memories linger.

Don’t confuse astronomy and astrology

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Don’t confuse astronomy and astrology
Yes, they are both about finding meaning
In the study of the stars.

One is about observing the motion,
Of the planets through the heavens
Oh, and so is the other.

They both use complex charts and tables
To predict the future and understand the past,
And draw on a great body of knowledge

One tells me things I find unbelievable
That most of the Universe is hidden from our sight
Tied up in dark matter and dark energy.

The other speaks of my destiny and the
Unfolding future, of life and love,
Which is much easier to believe.

The Song of Non-locality

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The scientists call it
Non-locality
I call it
The Song

They say that
Each and every
Part of the universe
Is connected

You. Me. The stars
The whole of creation
A common bond
Connects us all

Into one Song
That we all
Unknowingly sing
The song of Life

And when you can
Hear the song that you sing
You too will know
That all is One.

The Seeker of Knowledge

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In the very centre of the Ring the Seeker of Knowledge stands, arms still raised, but hears no answer, only the eternal song of wind and sea. Twilight, the time of the gloaming, falls, and with it, the night mist rises.

I stand in the shadows, listening, watching, being.
Hearing the world turning.
Seeing the light leaving the heavens
Even as the mists rise from sea and land.

As the world turns, the creatures of the day
settle, slumber and are still.
Now the creatures of the night are awakening,
Their power rising, soon to stalk and to hunt.

For it is the moment of transition,
Yin to yang, light to dark,
One power to another,
And I stand, and feel the world turning.

(Extract from The Seer (of Stenness))