How will you show up today
Will your burdens badge you
Or will they anchor
A simple purpose
And from gravity
And with sinew
Will you continue, with will
To rise?
MChallis @ 2015
Author: martin (Page 13 of 31)
Something useful to remember when encountering or participating in righteousness, fanaticism or evangelism. 
I your mirror as you are mine
On reflected spiral
We climb
On breaths
On wings
Of light
By light
Most wondrous
Unified
With space between
This connection in simplicity
Of pure intent
MChallis © 2015
When struggle comes
as disquiet,
discomfort or pain
sit with it
see what it has for you
perhaps a seed
will be born into your wisdom,
with patience you may nurture
a fertile bed, soon to see within you
new shapes arising
hitherto not possible
MChallis @ 2015
Look up
Where the sky sets down
See for what
It is and differently
From every view
The same sky
Dark
Light
Lustrous
Ambivalent
Spectacular
See all of this
that no one
can
MChallis @ 2015
the crescent moon, bent
like Arjuna’s bow
draws her ink-dark arrow across all heaven
she is first to intersect venus, then mars,
then on in one omniscient arc to trace
the centre of being
across skies, across eons
across all beginnings, endings,
all that is and was
long to outlast all human experience
and all that can be foreseen
MChallis © 2015
and
you will know space
as an intelligent resource
so discovered
through the power
of the pause
MChallis © 2015
Viewing this for the first time brings many many emotions to this father of 6. Prevailing all feelings is one of deepest gratitude – when our children grow tall in their joy and their giving – when our children grow tall…
For Allen
Listen
Listen oh heart
to the mystery, to
the breeze dancing trees, to the
silent ripples that cross the quiet lake
go within where they go, oh heart
go to the shore where wisdom awaits you
tread the circumference
honouring
honouring each discovered treasure
when you find them you will know and embrace them oh heart
they will feed you
they will be simple
MChallis @ 2015
In the spaces that once held the ones we loved or loathed
are rooms where silence sits to wait upon us;
to precisely bring with it the thought that can caress,
if needed, or spur, if wanted.
And upon reflection the memories that have shaped us, and
subtly the choices within them to hold or unmake each one.
A centrifuge the potter’s wheel – the mind.
The choice always within our crafting gifts to mould,
to throw, to release or to refine.
Which memory will I spin today?
What forgiveness to bestow or fondness to befriend?
Such is the choice with silence my contemplation brings.
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