Category: Poem (Page 2 of 23)

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  

Instrument of Music

As the reed, as the string, as the bow
As I bend, as I breathe, as I grow

There’s nothing to be held or confined
And no need to state what is mine

There’s freedom in love and life’s song
And harmony in where to belong

A joy listening and rising to muse
As she heals those thoughts that confuse

To be an instrument so bidden
My gift; to give what is given

To rest and release in the flow
And know,  just when to let go 

 

Martin © 2022

No Birth No Death | Thich Nhat Hanh

Interbeing: If you are a poet, you will see clearly that there is a cloud floating in this sheet of paper. Without a cloud, there will be no rain; without rain, the trees cannot grow; and without trees, we cannot make paper. The cloud is essential for the paper to exist. If the cloud is not here, the sheet of paper cannot be here either. So we can say that the cloud and the paper inter-are. “Interbeing” is a word that is not in the dictionary yet, but if we combine the prefix “inter-” with the verb “to be,” we have a new verb, inter-be. Without a cloud and the sheet of paper inter-are.

If we look into this sheet of paper even more deeply, we can see the sunshine in it. If the sunshine is not there, the forest cannot grow. In fact, nothing can grow. Even we cannot grow without sunshine. And so, we know that the sunshine is also in this sheet of paper. The paper and the sunshine inter-are. And if we continue to look, we can see the logger who cut the tree and brought it to the mill to be transformed into paper. And we see the wheat. We know the logger cannot exist without his daily bread, and therefore the wheat that became his bread is also in this sheet of paper. And the logger’s father and mother are in it too. When we look in this way, we see that without all of these things, this sheet of paper cannot exist.

Looking even more deeply, we can see we are in it too. This is not difficult to see, because when we look at a sheet of paper, the sheet of paper is part of our perception. Your mind is in here and mine is also. So we can say that everything is in here with this sheet of paper. You cannot point out one thing that is not here-time, space, the earth, the rain, the minerals in the soil, the sunshine, the cloud, the river, the heat. Everything co-exists with this sheet of paper. That is why I think the word inter-be should be in the dictionary. “To be” is to inter-be. You cannot just be by yourself alone. You have to inter-be with every other thing. This sheet of paper is, because everything else is.

Suppose we try to return one of the elements to its source. Suppose we return the sunshine to the sun. Do you think that this sheet of paper will be possible? No, without sunshine nothing can be. And if we return the logger to his mother, then we have no sheet of paper either. The fact is that this sheet of paper is made up only of “non-paper elements.” And if we return these non-paper elements to their sources, then there can be no paper at all. Without “non-paper elements,” like mind, logger, sunshine and so on, there will be no paper. As thin as this sheet of paper is, it contains everything in the universe in it.”

Thich Nhat Hanh

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

Dearest Voice of the Soul

May I be ready and willing to listen to you,
you are the first and truest way of knowing.

May I receive your guidance,
you are the first and truest guide.

You are at the centre and you are the centre:
of my being, becoming, and belonging.

You are the still and immediate self.
The knowing, ever present presence.

You are the inner guiding voice before and beyond all other voices.
The inner sense before and beyond all other senses.

You are irreducible as spontaneous light.
You are in truth, the voice of truth.

Yours is the guiding hand
in the filament and firmament of now.

The grace of the living soul,
your word is Good and your word is Truth. 

May I remain with you, un-distracted and un-afraid,
resolute and always ready to listen.

 

Martin © 2021

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