MARTIN CHALLIS
Poised on the edge of happiness
The precipice
The shadow
The howl
I’ve seen and felt them all
To fall or fly
The light before me
The light within
Patient pilot as infinite flame
With all that is
With all to be
And the choice unfolding
In turning toward
To ask humbly
May you guide me
Grace and Mercy
May you light the way
Martin © 2023
For Jan, Nick and all our children
Speak through me
Truest voice of compassion
Speak
In words and forms that begin
the centre of being
In shapes and sounds forged by soul’s intent
In colours and waves that in understanding become sweet invitations to be understood
That call upon the universal ear
To listen
Deeply
To be still
You are needed most
When shadows
Envelop
When
Suffocation pretends itself protection
When voracious doubt
Incapacitates
When judgment rends whole fabrics
In healing and in light
I pray
To speak boldly
To utter bodily your voice
Unconditional living love
Ever present at the centre of all
Being
All becoming
All belonging
Martin © 23/01/2021
I check the motivation for an action such as writing a poem, or preparing a meal and recognise that I’m already considering the possibility of a favourable response from others. In some cases I’m midstream in the act of comparison.
To explore the characteristics of the subtle tug of ego that looks for and seeks out recognition prior to, during and post an action. The social brain wired to the social field already considering the opinion of others – is a feature of being human. It asks: How will I compare?
In this, subtly ever subtly I lose my power and self worth to some imagined external force.
The ego’s narrative runs along.
If you like what I’m doing I’m ok.
If you do it better I’m not ok.
My prayer is to work with this awareness. To seek not to reject the instinctual but to incorporate the intuitive. To find and anchor into a motivation that is a cause for action in and of itself.
A motivation that is connected to source and not ego. A motivation that flows from the desire inherent in that which wants to come through. That which wants to be born.
🙏 Martin © 2020
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