Empires come, empires go.
What seems indestructible, fails,
And crumbles to nothing.
Horror upon horror,
Massacre follows massacre,
Yet somehow good survives.
Aeon follows aeon,
Darkness may seem eternal
But always the light returns.
The unjust appear to triumph
The good trampled under their feet
But Love endures beyond all.
In meditation
You are supposed to
Sit with a quiet mind
And watch the clouds (thoughts)
Pass across the sky
That is your mind
Well I want to know
Who is it that hurls
These thunderstorms
In my direction
And fills my mind
With flashes of lightning
And bolts of thunder?
Who is it that obscures
The blue sky of my mind
If it is not me
Even as I sit and watch
The clouds roll by
And wonder
Who am I?
A houseplant and I
Share the same space
The only two living
Beings in the room
And I wonder,
Does it know
Who provides it
With water
And without whom
It would die?
Then I reflect
Do I?
Without failure,
There cannot be
Success
Failure is the teacher
Whose harsh lessons
Last a lifetime
He shapes you
Moulds you
Shames you
Yet every seed
Needs some shit
For its growth
And the seed
Once planted
Will flower
Only persevere
And hold true
To yourself
Aikido
When the form becomes formless
Then does the mind become mindless
In that great void
Movement becomes dance
Opponent and practitioner become the One.
If we had known
That this was the last time that
We would see each other
What would we have done differently?
Would we have embraced for longer?
Held each other more tightly?
Spoken more heartfelt words?
Expressed deeper feelings?
Let each time you part
Feel like the last time.
Hold unreservedly. Love deeply.
For one day it will be.
One to another
Jump
Jump
Wobble
Oops, I’ve fallen in
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 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!
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. 