Category: Contemplation (page 1 of 2)

The Possibility

In the homecoming

joy

in the barring

regret

 

of letting go

freedom

of craving

imprisonment

 

at the welcome

belonging

at the termination

abandonment

 

with waking up

insight

with shutting out

ignorance

 

in kindness

compassion

in aggression

self harm

 

upon reflection

knowledge

upon dogmatism

blindness

 

with helpfulness

endless option

with ill-will

limitation

 

and

remarkably

within each experience

the possibility

of discovery

 

 

Martinos @ 2017

5 Insights for Life

Your thoughts are your prison
Or your prairie

Your body is a signature
Of the decisions you make

Your family
Is humanity

The expanding universe
Is a metaphor for your consciousness

Breath and space in your heart and mind
Becomes an infinite resource

 

Martinos © 2017

Her Gift

for J

she has a heart of light

she will touch you
with her radiance

see this, and
you will realise
your own illumination

who is she?

 

Martinos © 2017

Breath

I am real

You feel this

Hold me
If only for a moment
To set me free

I will return

You will and do forget me

Until the moment
When I’m all you need

Like love
I am that viscera
Essential and unseen

 

Martinos @ 2017

as a morning cloud

as a morning cloud
and upon the ground
you went lightly
as in the heaven
that holds you now

(Print by Pamela Challis)

martinos © 2017

What If?

no matter the obstacle
and all the reasons we find not to;
what if
the true purpose and meaning
of life is quite simply
to witness
to love
and to trust life?

Martinos @ 2017

Essay on a Melbourne Sunset

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you ask me

you ask me
why
I love you

in this moment
I know
there is no why

as we have gone
beyond the need
for reason

to where and what
just is

Martinos 2017

a true friend will wake you up

in times
when you are angered
filled by rightness
directing blame
for those around you
who do not
meet the expectations
you hold them to –
a true friend will step forward to ask you:
what is it you do not see?
what is the part you play?
what sits on the other side of that
which anger
makes you blind to?

this friend may tremble
to risk the fire you aim
yet will do so
in service to you
and to that awakening

Martinos © 2017

Thought for the Day

When I’m caught in the fight
I am blinded by my rightness
fed by the thoughts
of being wronged

Martinos © 2017

On the Last Day

For Dave L & Soph K

on the last day of anything
the beginning of something else
cannot help itself
from happening

even if it wanted to

no will is involved
in this most certain truth

for you and I
a choice exists, as
loss brings space

wherein to enter
a living stillness
and the most certain arising of wisdom

to be with:
what was
what is, and quite simply
what will be

Martinos © 2017

Three Boxes

 

Suspend
redirect
let go

The voice of judgement
cynicism
fear

Open the gate of open mind
open heart
open will

In the presence of stillness
awareness
wise action

Use three boxes to
keep what is valuable
forget what is not
and allow what is emerging
to be born

Which box then to open today?

 

Martinos © 2017

Towards

To go towards
Not away from

To find strength in this

To be simpler
More contemplative
Responsive and considered
Purposeful with each focus

Attentive and attending to

what generates

To what gives life

Is what I go to
                                                           

                                         Martino @ 2017

We Love Thee

agape
let’s make love
a theme
and aware
in this
brother sister
we will know
love in life
and we will say
we love thee

Martinos © 2017

Real

For Oliver

The question on the table I think is “what’s real” and the
conundrum is, nothing the mind can perceive
‘  O.B.

 

to touch

a soundless rhythm
in the heart
that perceives

is a quietus
given with gentle hands
on groundless ground
by unseen sight

a silent real
a here
a now
that quiets all

 

Martinos © 2017

The Way

Within the battle
Lies entrapment

Within surrender
Lives freedom

Martinos © 2016

You are a Conduit

Remember that the beginning and ending is not you
You are a conduit
This is all passing through and by you
for you, to be present with and witness

All suffering, all exhaustion and pain come from when we make it ours when our story has us hold on to identification with what’s passing through

Be present
Be breathing
Be grateful

Know how fortunate you are in being called to witness
But it is not you or yours

Jeff Ren © 2016

Reflection

inside this barrel
of a chest
is a heart and
a weight
to carry
for a time
yet awhile

inside this heart
a weight

inside this weight
a heart

Martinos © 2016

Under which, life flows

I put my author
On the bridge,
(There’s going over and
There’s crossing),
He will say that
I’m looking for starlight
Or direction,
Of the place to find a voice
Between all worlds

In the event of success
He imagines Einstein,
To live longer in the question,
He foresees Ghandi, wishing
To converse with ruthless compassion,
He will seek the mother also,
Her cradle and her rock,
(as a special favour)
To speak of that which had gone unsaid

All this and
To fix at the intersection
The elements of story:
Beginning, middle, end.
He will return with insight
With composure and understanding
To write the mind, on the bridge between,
Under which, life flows.

Martinos @ 2016

three lines of a poem

the first line of a poem is a window,
to let the light in
across the sill

through each imperfect pane
swirls in the glass
amend perception

to look in
alters the view

the next line of a poem enters further
into a room, many rooms
where light falls diffuse;
to pass down a corridor and touch patchwork, or

thread edges of fabrics
of lived in textures

and in so touching
alters the view

the third line of a poem makes a home
for the heart
to take up residence,
to visit where spaces and shapes partly familiar,
alive at the peripheral,
perpetually shift

and most importantly,
alter the view.

Martinos © 2016

Conundrum

as temporal as is mind, will

all that is connected pass

as all wonder that can be recorded will?

 

with this life force

can I as guardian or as spectator of this wondrous light

move with wave and particle in simultaneous might?

 

wherein life’s delicate paradox to cherish

to place the fealty of grateful servant,

wherein the realm of infinite possibility

to place an effort that will matter.

 

I will wait for insight, to glimpse

what might emerge from within such dilemma, will I find

there is nothing that can be altered?

save to see that an entry point to understanding,

is in and of itself: conundrum

Martinos © 2016
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