Beyond Yourself

“Just beyond yourself is where you need to be” David Whyte

busybusybusy

dingly dingly
wickety wackety
overflow ongoing
crickety crackety
all of the dang-en,
the dingin the dongin and
onagain onagain
bingbangin and bongin

snippety snippety
spinagain spitagain
flatabout backwardsing
flatabout forwardsing
sobusy thisbusy
toobusy stressfactor
not slowing till rictus
or blowups and messfactor

notlearning notlistening
gofigures upratcheting
notseeing nothearing
ambivalence hatcheting
all in the dingly the
wickety wack
the edge up approaching
with no coming back

 

martinos © 2015

Bright Beast

Tribal

Tonight the Moon

By Martin

By Jan

Cars & Balloons

Smile

The Choice We Made to Kill the King

You just ran over a snake   she cried
The ute tyering heavily across the leaf strewn bitumen on the way home
I pulled up immediately to look into the rear view
And there it was flaying the air
Struggling for the fluid movement it no longer possessed
Such a creature – magnificent light brown – sleek powerful and known to be deadly
A two metre adult King Brown snake

We sat and watched it curl and recurl
Unable to move beyond the road
One third down its back had been crushed – what to do for this writhing being?
I’ll go home to get the shovel and come back    I said
Should you just leave it    she asked  –   my darling Jan concerned for my wellbeing
Yeah I have to – can’t leave it to suffer and die a lingering death

I returned five minutes later to the same spot
The shadows across the road making it hard to see the Brown and it’s broken magnificence
I picked up the long handled shovel and stepped carefully out of the car
I stood for several minutes perplexed – what was the right thing to do?
Kill it or leave it – which was more humane?
A voice in my head reminded me that most people bitten by snakes are trying to do them harm at the time they’re bitten – I checked myself
A cocktail of emotions bubbling inside my gut
sorrow – pity – fear – concern – wonder – guilt – maybe grief
the wounded king who was once magnificent now broken by my wheel

I stood immobilised unable to decide
And then returned home to call my cousin Chris – I needed his counsel – his brotherhood
Chris is a man of the earth – a wiry wiley soul – his hair often spiked with the dried salt licks from his last surf – his eyes full of spark and purpose – a man to trust – a man to turn the soil with

I called him and we spoke for a bit – probably should kill it he said – yeah probably best – I’ll be up the hill in a bit – I’ll bring my gun he said as he hung up

A little later he pulled up – I jumped in beside him and his gun – better bring your shovel he said – so I did

We drove the two kilometres back to the spot – the Brown had not moved beyond the place of its crushing
You can hardly see it in the shade   Chris said    no wonder you ran over it
Can’t use the gun – too close to the houses he mused

Without hesitation Chris drove again over the deadly king – there was no more deliberation – what had to be done had to be done

We left the car – it’s head is still moving     I said
Carefully, carefully in full regard  Chris inched forward and delivered the death blow with the shovel blade behind its head

The snake was dead

On the way back to the house we talked about the snake with great reverence – a creature of the wild that we admire and for the most part fear

Chris shared that a snake of that size would feed a family for a few days – we reflected on how this country’s first people’s – our indigenous brothers and sisters have a deep relationship with all its creatures and would have given thanks for this King’s ultimate surrender

Chris dropped me at the front of our place
Thanks for your help bro – I said – such a shame about the snake
Yeah he said – it happens
It was the choice we had to make

I waved him down the hill

Yes it was – and I will never forget the day we had to make it

The choice to kill the king.

 

Martinos © 2018

tread well together

in us
a need
to be understood

as the thirst
of grass
for soft feet

on this ground
may we tread well
together

martinos © 2018

Your Name in a Poem

Agape to Eros
Of all the ways

To read
Your name
In a poem

To touch you
With words

Read again
Over and over

And again

Martinos @ 2018

When We Are Not Known Even unto Ourselves

For a time in sleep
let’s say the first few hours
Each of us are not known to ourselves
Unaware in deepest sleep that
we are who we are

Have we briefly slipped into
all that was before
and all that will be hereafter?
Do we again rest within the kernel
from whence we came, unaware
of the profound potential of all that is?

Could it be that we return to
the unconscious whole, to that
which is unknown even unto itself
All but briefly, to be nurtured,
to be touched,
by the Infinite unknowable now?

 

Martinos © 2018

to love

for Jan

Turn to love, turn

        see a heaven in her eye

Your heart set sail

        And then the sky

 

Martinos © 2018

Us All

Dedicated to Ray Carver – (silent mentor beloved)

 

All of us  all of us  all of us

Round about caught and from there

Sideways up to the temple 

And downways downwards with care

 

A nod to the other quick to the sway

A walk in the street or the fell

A cradle a grave to stand and then stare

Each of us one step away

 

Was the doctor the soldier

Was the nurse was the priest

Was the pilot the driver

Was the teacher bequeathed

 

Where we are when we go

When we are what we know

As the wind and the weather to the rock and the rune

With the way that it is in the relative soon

 

With the how and the what

There’s a say, there’s a choice 

A movement, a difference

A tenable voice 

 

A something to offer, a something to leave 

A possible gift each child can receive 

Each of us can if some of us will

Act on our conscience that’s calling us still

 

All of us    all of us    all of us   

All of us     all of us         all

 

 

Martinos © 2018

We See Not the World

We see not the world the way it is
But as we are

However, what if we could?

Or at least
What if we could get closer
To seeing the world the way it is?

How could we do this?

How could we, with a kind of clarity
see the ‘Isness’ of the world?
See it the way it is?

Would we need to see the lens we look through?
To see our seeing

Would we need to see what needed to be suspended?
The bias
The judgement
The automatic patterns of naming and believing

And if these were suspended, might we:
Explore again
Curiously
With beginner’s mind

Without the filters of our:
Hurts and fears
Fixed beliefs
Attachments
And fundamentalism’s

Might we discover a way to describe, relate, connect
To the world afresh?

Might we discover a possibility for new choice
And be newly formed?

By seeing our seeing unfiltered
Seeing, as if for the first time
The ‘Isness’ of the world

And if this were possible

What then?

Martinos ©. 2018

Fixed to the Mirror

“The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honours the servant and has forgotten the gift.” (Albert Einstein) 

Fixed to the mirror
I will not see the wave
Nor the dance of energy
that connects us all

I will not curve
into quantum worlds
Or joyful swirls of
subatomic movement

I will not taste
Sublime unendingness, blended
Within an integral concert
of perpetual play

I will see only boundary
and definition
The face of independence, and
It’s wilful stare

A mind intent on separation,
possession, identity in action
craving a course for doing
for accomplishment and for getting

Caught up and driven ever onwards
in the relentless narrative:
’I must, I must survive’

 

Martinos © 2018

Within What is Possible

for GB & GB

 

Two powerful leadership questions to ask myself.

Through my actions and leadership presence:

What happens when I make it socially and relationally safe for others
to speak their truth and be themselves?

What happens when I encourage action beyond where others
thought they could go?

Might it be that, in contribution, I:

Inspire trust and confidence

Liberate potential

Facilitate an inherent response to

what the system is calling for

ultimately, creating a setting for what wants to be born

 

Martinos @ 2018

Three Paths

Inspired by Gil Fronsdal

You have a problem

Do you:
Solve
Resolve or
Dissolve

The problem

Do you Solve through curiousity and critical thinking
Do you Resolve through conversation and humility
Do you Dissolve through forgiveness and acceptance

Three paths
To choose from

Ask: which path requires no force, surrenders control, sets motion in flow and takes you furthest?

This way
Can become
Your preference
And your practice

 

Martinos @ 2018

Pattern Recognition (a process poem)

Look deeply
In stillness
At the patterns
You follow

Look for:
Repetition
Habitual rhythms
Fixed beliefs

Choose one
You want to work with

Measure its worth
With one yardstick:
The degree to which
This pattern of thinking brings you
Ease, expansion, benefit and flow.

If you find anything that is opposite of these
Then you almost certainly know
This pattern is less helpful
Perhaps limiting

Now that you see this you can ask:
What more do I need to observe?
What do I need to see that I have not yet seen?
What is the Attachment?

Once you’ve spent time with these questions
observing as an observer and inquiring as an inquirer;
gaining insight through prolonged observation and inquiry

You can then ask yourself

Now that I know what I know and see what I had not before seen,
What will I do with this?
What is the opportunity here for me?
What do I need to let go?
What do I need to let come?

The next step takes courage

Agency and authorship

Yes

Being the change you need to be

Martinos @ 2018

Fire Place

for Beau, Mark & Jan 

take embers
place them in your memory
and think of the times
when you sat side by side
in friendship,
and with those kindred
stared silently and simply
into a campfire or fire-place
while night’s fortress
held you bound and
kept you wanting
to stay close to
that source
of warmth and light,
held your quietness and focus
with the glow and dance of embers
as they provided their
ancient solace, and
in deepening stillness
how in contemplation together
and in solitude
you found yourself returning
to the hearth at the heart of it all

Martinos © 2018

When I Venture

If I fail
With courage
I learn

If I succeed
With humility
I grow

As I learn and grow
With generosity
I contribute

Martinos @ 2018

Reflection

Had I been kinder

She thought of her love

Long passed

 

In the fading light of our

Last circadian rhythm

An epitaph might ask

Had we all

 

Martinos @ 2018

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