Thoughts arise
Jostling one another
Like beads on a necklace
But
If you can find the space
Between the thoughts
And see the string that
Holds the beads together
You have found who you are.
Category: Mystery
Fate
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?
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
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.
Where were you ..
Where were you
before you were born?
is an ancient Zen question
without an answer
except for
illumination.
The Song of Non-locality
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
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))
The Mystery of Maeshowe
Maeshowe is another one of the Neolithic wonders on Orkney. A vast chambered tomb it stands on an ancient trackway that connects it to the stunningly well-preserved village of Skara Brae, as well as passing near the Standing Stones of Stenness and the Ring of Brodgar.
Various calculations by archaeologists estimate it needed up to 100,000 man-hours to build and complete. Maeshowe is generally described as a tomb, but if so, why does it have a door that can only be closed from the inside? A pivoting stone door blocks off the entrance, but can only be closed from the inside?
Once more the poem The Seer provides a (mythical) answer.
The mourning chant of the Islands
An excerpt from the prose/poem The Seer to be found
here on Kindle Books.
The Seer speaks the mourning chant of the Islands
with the congregation repeating the last line.
Life is brief, love is deep, the soul sings,
As the seasons come, the seasons go,
What are we but passing travellers,
Leaving only footprints on the sands.
Leaving only footprints on the sands.
As the sea wave breaks on the rock,
As the clouds flee across the sky,
So we traverse this land, and are gone,
Leaving only footprints on the sand.
Leaving only footprints on the sands.
As the eagle swoops and soars,
So the deer come and go, the salmon spawn,
Child turns to adult, and is gone,
Leaving only footprints on the sand.
Leaving only footprints on the sands.
Land of sorrow, land of joy, land of blessing, land of toil,
From your bosom we are born,
To your bosom we return,
Leaving only footprints on the sand.
Leaving only footprints on the sands.
Each day is precious, each hour passed,
is an hour fled, never to return.
Love, know what you have, be grateful
Praise the Gods for the gifts that come from land and sea.
Praise to the Gods!
The First of the Great Stone Circles
Stonehenge, Avebury, The Ring of Brodgar, Callanish and hundreds of lesser stone circles are to be found in the British Isles and elsewhere. But which was the first and from where did the knowledge that went into their building originate? Dating information indicates that the very first, the Mother and Father of all the Great Circles of Stone, was the Stone Circle of Stenness, to be found on the Isle of Orkney.
Which in turn gives rise to a great mystery. From where came the knowledge to build the first Stone Ring at Stenness? And to place the alignments with the Solstices?
The Poem the Seer (of Stenness) gives one explanation, albeit mythical. The poem is available here
Reflections on life in Poetry and Prose. 