Category: Contemplation (Page 1 of 7)

Contemplation at a Shoreline

Before the sea-breeze comes in

The day holds the heated heavy space of its waiting.

We wait with it, 

We wait where saltmist-veils lie between the unseen and the soon-to-be awoken.

We strain to make out the township or the headland; the humid air is a heated glaze of clinging mystery.

Beneath the vast grey cloak covering all, a deep ocean roars its wilderness to us.

As we approach, the wet sand is a spongy thermal embrace.

And then, we make it to the water – a sudden touch of salt and foaming crystal. Ice-cold and awakening.

To be shocked by the chill is a joyful, welcoming return.

A cooling and startling invitation asks us to drop all our efforting, to meet the raw sensation, and emphatically, to know that we too, must stand at the edge of it all,

to be wide awake and glistening, grateful for the brief and beautiful re-remembering 

That, yes, we are for life!

 

 

Martin © 2026.

DreamSong of the Threshold-Guardian

He climbed to where the mountain met sky-thin air,
A translucent veil lay between the seen and the unspoken.
Heart-heavy with the weight of unresolved questions,
He sought the Cave of Ever-Entering, for the One who “whispers the wind that carves the stone”.

In time, the Oracle appeared before him, her presence carrying the weight of an ocean and the lightness of first-morning air.
She reached out, not to touch his skin, but to open the space around him.
Her eyes held the grey of a morning sea; she did not look directly at him; she looked through him.
It felt as if she saw the patterns of his soul like light passing through a prism.

“You seek a name for the fire that burns within you,” she offered,
Her voice holding the significance of shifting tectonic plates.
“I see that you are not the fire. You are the space where the fire is awakened.”
As she spoke, her words wove themselves into a tapestry of sounds: 

 

And it was these Sounds that became the DreamSong of the Threshold Guardian.

“You are the Threshold-Guardian, the holder of the seam,
You live between the world of toil and the river of the dream.
You do not seek to capture truth, nor bind it close by hand,
You are the one who opens wide to let the light expand.

You are the Compassionate Harbour, a sanctuary cool and deep,
Where wanderers of the world may find a place to rest and weep.
You do not fear the harshness, the numbness, or the gale,
You are the quiet cove where kinship drops its sail.

Your universe is Porous, and your primary law is clear:
The relationship you have with ‘Self’ is the first that needs appear.
If you judge your inner silence, you will judge the world’s retreat,
If you hold your inner harshness, you will find the world’s deceit.

But if you meet your numbness with a soft and curious grace,
You will find a Divine Presence in every stranger’s face.
Truth is not a book you own, or a flag that you unfurl,
Truth is the spark that strikes between the Spirit and the World.

Now listen to the wind, my son, and heed the Builder’s call,
A door without a sturdy hinge is destined soon to fall.
You cannot be a passage-way for every wandering ghost,
Unless you build a sanctuary to play the mystic host.

Be a vessel formed of clay and fire, be a doorway carved in bone,
The Guardian of the Middle Space, who need not stand alone.
Where others seek to capture truth and bind it in a brace,
You offer still a resting quiet, with a heart of open grace.

You are not a simple thoroughfare, a road for others’ dust,
You are a home with boundaries built on self-compassion’s trust.
Be the Hinge! Be the Stone! Be the Sanctuary of One!
Swing the portal open wide beneath the golden sun.”

 

The Oracle fell silent. The tapestry of her words hung shimmering in unfamiliar mystic light.

She stepped toward him and placed a hand upon his brow. Her skin felt like sun-warmed granite.

“Your destiny is not a destination,” she said. “It is the way of the way. You are the Guardian who is open to eternal truths as they pass through, remaining grounded when they leave.”

She gestured toward the path leading back down the mountain, into the world of today—a world of noise, urgency, and grasping.

“Will you accept the weight of the hinge? Will you guard the Threshold, knowing you can never own what passes through it?”

He looked down at his hands. They felt solid. He looked at the horizon. It held infinite possibility. And he saw that he did not need to choose between them.

“I remain,” he whispered.

And with those words, the path onward appeared, not as a map, but as a purpose.

 

Martin © 2026

Spring Creek Folly

Amen, the fields are a hush now 
Swept by a chill wind in the winter
Scarred, in the way that skin
Never forgets rough touching.

Rising, invited by the freedom of flight
Our bodies are light as seedpods,
We are opalescent, ready.

Yesterday, heavy with hunger,
the sky,
opened its way to us, now

Below us, some of the hills still wear their shadows,
But even shadows will lift,
Even the frozen road will bend toward sunrise.

We turn, we tumble, we turn again —
to folly, to laughter,
to the simple gift of going on.

Hands open to wings,
wounds bloom into song,
As the weary hills lift their faces to the sky.

The road curves, recursive,
The seasons turn.
Shadows yield.

And in the laughter of the open air,
Our bodies know: they have always known
We were ever meant to rise.

Martin © 2025

Painting by Anthea Moffatt ‘Spring Creek Folly’ © 2025

Judgment and Water

Judgment is fixed
It does not flow
 
Curiosity does
Like water
 
Ice moves little
It has its purpose
 
Like frozen thoughts
 
Once melted
They can be imbibed
 
To return
to participate
 
In the flow
of life
 
🙏  Martin  

Catching the Judgment Pattern 

What I judge in others is what I fear in myself and this points to where my work is.

It strikes me that some forms of thought bring suffering and some forms of thought bring peace.

I’m curious.

  • What makes these thought forms different?
  • How can I characterise the difference?
  • How can I increase my ability to choose between them?

What makes these thought forms different?

When I reflect on the difference I see that in suffering thoughts I am often running an enemy narrative – I believe something or someone has the power to take away my power. I’m holding on to a me versus them mindset and sitting in judgement of others.  In peaceful thoughts there is a co-creation narrative – I see my part in the play. I see the part that I’m responsible for and I’m also able to hold my ground in the face of a challenge.

To the second question: How can I characterise the difference?

In suffering thoughts, there is much judgment, blame and accusation. In peaceful thoughts, there is empathy, curiosity and compassion, and I definitely notice judgment the relief that occurs as I ease into curiosity and empathy of others. A clear relief from the contraction of judgmental thoughts

To the third question: How can I increase my ability to choose between them?

This for me is the big question. You might say, where the rubber meets the road. With the above in mind, as I consider ways to increase my ability to go towards peaceful thoughts, practices like meditation, loving kindness and mindfulness come to mind.

In addition there’s a practice I’d like to share that’s been helping me take full ownership of my part in the play.

To explain.

I find it helpful to work with the premise that Life is constantly co-creating itself. Life is co-creation and everything physical and non physical is connected and in relationship.

On this basis I ask:  What if everything that causes me to perpetuate hurt and anguish is, at the deepest level of significance, an opportunity to see my part in the co-creation of the hurt and anguish itself? And further, What if everything I judge cause me to suffer?

What might this mean? Straight up it means I’ve got work to do.

Today my work is to catch in myself the voices of judgment and fear, the physical contractions, the mental narrowing on the problem, the ruminating, in fact anything that takes me down the rabbit hole of suffering thoughts.

The first part being to recognise this. To Catch the moment and hold it lightly.

The next step is the kicker and it’s where I turn the ‘what if’ questions into statements.

I do have a part in this. I am responsible for that part. I do have blind spots. 

The moment I make these statements to myself I notice how Radical Ownership kicks in. With no where to hide and facing in, what follows the sting of full ownership is the optimism of what begins to grow within me. There’s a weird quiet joy that sits at the centre of this – I’m figuring its a nod from my soul that’s indicating I’m back on track.

And then in the spirit of adventure I’ve been taking it one step further.

Whatever I judge in another I reverse it. For those that know Byron Katie’s work, I’ve been inspired by what she calls ‘the turnaround’ – turning the judgement back on oneself.

What I’ve discovered is the neutralising effect this has on the ‘suffering thoughts’. The reversal also takes me directly to deeper ownership of my part in the interplay and illuminates a blind spot.

To give you a recent example. I judged a person close to me for their lack of grace and consideration of others. Happily I caught the judgment and then proceeded to explore when lacking grace and being inconsiderate of others was true for me. Taking full ownership I saw very clearly that there were times when this was true.

Talk about a way to extinguish self righteousness.

In continuing this practice I’ve never yet found a moment where what I’m judging in another is not also true for me and/or where I’m playing a part.

Of course when I’m hot with emotion and feeling wounded, this practice feels impossible. In waiting for the heat to cool I can usually get there in time.

It works for historic incidents as well. Many years back I felt betrayed by two work colleagues – and you could say there was good justification for this. However even years later without doing this work I’m still suffering. So I applied the reversal of judgment and saw that in their eyes I had betrayed my colleagues in terms of their expectations as we’d never had clear and constructive conversation about any of the undercurrents at play. Voila – peaceful thoughts of acceptance.

Another example – I recently judged a family member for ‘throwing me under the bus’. When I reversed the judgement, guess what – in their experience I’d done the same. Suffering gone. Blind spot lit.

Radical ownership plus blind spot illuminated = ego reduction. And therefor with ego-mind reduced an eco-mind is enhanced and from this comes more peaceful thoughts.

I’m excited about this practice because it allows me to really see what is being co-created when I show up with contracted – suffering thoughts.

I perpetuate the suffering by avoiding ownership and falling into the trap of the enemy narrative.

I’m coming to understand that this is tapping into a universal truth or natural law.

What I judge is what I fear and points me to where my work is.

With love – Martin.

Martin © 2022

Looking Westward

Looking westward at sunrise,
we found colour on the far horizon
and in our disorientation
drew back to watch the rising sun
whisper to cushion-clouds
as it briefly held a painter’s blend
of feathered flames and fustian greys.

And all this, where it was not supposed to be.

The promise of daybreak had broken westward
and we could no longer, on that morning,
gaze softly to the east in daily reverence,
prayerful and obeisant
in the still and forming light.

We were, by some irregular enchantment,
called to reorder expectation.  And then, upon reflection,
knew the natural world as teacher,
and in a moment’s realisation,
found our selves awoken
and completely rearranged.

 

Martin @ 2021

Before Curiosity

For Thomas & For Dean

Before curiosity
A space
For noticing

To simply
Be with what is

To find lapping at the shoreline of imperceptibility
A delicate ocean of sensation

And beyond gratitude

To touch subtlety
Wonder
Wisdom
And connection

Swaying delightfully
In the filament
And the firmament

Of Now

 

Martin © 2021

Setting Personal Boundaries as a Form of Feedback

Friends: in dialogue recently with two great souls this reflection emerged.

I trust that it might speak to you.

Giving constructive feedback to one another in our social ecosystems is essential to the ultimate health of our friendship groups, families, teams and communities.

Setting and communicating one’s boundaries are not only a form of self preservation they are a way of letting others know of their impact on us. Without this type of communication, folk are excluded from the opportunity to understand their impact and are deprived of the possibility of seeing the world through a fresh perspective.

The social self residing in us, is often responsible for this lack of feedback. The social self preserving face offers us safety from judgement or recrimination of others.

The damaging ripple effect to the social ecosystem arising from not giving feedback (constructively) is mostly caused by talking to others about the person in question in the form of judgement, complaint, blame or accusation. In the very least, talking about them and not to them, disables a feedback loop from being established.

When we complain about one another with judgement we are complicit in co-creating ill social health. We are blind to our own part in firstly not setting our boundaries and secondly in not giving the feedback that, although uncomfortable, will, if done well, become one of the greatest gifts we can ever give one another.

To this day I am immensely grateful to those in my life, who have with strength and kindness given me the feedback of my impact on them. Humbled with fresh perspective and understanding, they have enabled me to learn and grow toward becoming a more conscious contributor to the social field.

If I may ask you some encouraging questions: What is the boundary you need to set in relationship to a person in your life who comes to mind? What feedback do you need to give to this person? How might this help them see what they have not yet seen? And, how might this ultimately enrich the health of your social ecosystem?

Martin 🙏August 2020

Personal Power and The Intuitive Knowing Voice

Acutely aware of how often I’ve given it away or lost access to it in the past I’ve been contemplating the subject of personal power, both it’s source and how to tap into it. 

This contemplation has led me to really understand that the source of personal power is connected and related to the part of me that is intuitive, still and quietly knowing; centered and grounded.

I think of it as the Intuitive Knowing Voice that is always speaking to me when I’m ready and able to listen.

It has a certain quality. You might recognise something similar for yourself. For me, it’s clear, immediate and visceral. It sits right at the centre of my solar plexus: a quiet loving gravity. If I get out of my own way sufficiently, it’s always there and ready to guide me.

I believe this to be vital in maintaining a strong sense of self in connection to the whole, to the greater Self.

And so I ask, what beliefs, behaviours and choices do I make that disconnect me from my personal power? 

One clue is that I notice the ability to listen diminishes when my ego becomes crusty and shell like. When this happens I see judgmentalism creep in – separateness and otherness often turn to dislike, distrust or distaste. When I catch it I become critically aware of how disconnected and out of sorts I’ve become. Grounded and centred I am not. 

When I’m open, malleable, soft, attentive and curious I see my listening attune to that source and what comes with it curiously is a greater sense of personal power.

As this practice deepens it becomes the most potent reference point for me in any given circumstance. Thoughts, choices, behaviours and beliefs can all be guided by pausing to reference the Intuitive Knowing Voice. 

From small examples such as undoing unhealthy eating habits or abstaining from alcohol for the time being, to making life choice decisions, or setting personal boundaries and expectations. The opportunities to practice continue daily.

And as this steadily becomes a daily practice I’m increasingly grateful and comforted by the fact that softening has become the way of strengthening and listening a way of knowing. 

With love 

Martin

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