Category: Poem (Page 2 of 22)
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
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
With love & acknowledgment to Jim Finley
At meditation this morning a prayer emerged.
Dear Life, grant me the way:
- To see what can be seen and needs to be seen, within and beyond the sense of sight.
- To hear what can be heard and needs to be heard, within and beyond the sense of hearing.
- To touch what can and needs to be touched within and beyond the sense of touching.
- To taste what can and needs to be tasted within and beyond the sense of taste.
- To smell and breath in what can be and needs to be breathed in within and beyond the sense of smell.
To be with this Life as it flows through that which is temporal to that which is spirit. To that which is.
And so may I:
Be still and know that I am Life
Be still and know that I am
Be still and know
Be still
Be
Martin © 2021 🙏
Recurring difficulty and the way I react to that difficulty is the signature of opportunity for learning and healing.
The inherent intelligence of the recurring difficulty points to the part of me in reaction that needs my attention.
The part of me that requires space, love and understanding.
The part of me that I need to sit with in relationship.
Just as I would sit quietly with a troubled child who is struggling to wake from a disturbing dream.
And on peaceful awakening, finding, the space I hold, holds me.
Martin © 2021
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
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
Expectations, often prefaced with: it should, they should, I should, he should, she should…
will sooner or later lead to disappointment.
Anticipations, often prefaced with: let’s see if, it’s likely that, it’s possible to…
will always be revealed one way or another.
And no ego will suffer in the making.
Martin @ 2020
Unwavering authenticity arises
when I practice relentless ownership of everything that
i say, think, and do, in all environments.
Curiously, I’ve discovered that remarkable things happen
when I show up this way
and more particularly, when I show up in service of others.
Martin © 2019
What I judge in others
I fear in myself
What I react to
Is where my work is
When I criticise another’s faults
I’ve named my own blind spots
I suffer when I believe my own thoughts, when
They insist on disagreeing and arguing with what is actually happening
My perception of the world is not the world
My curiosity however, will get me closer to it
Martinos © 2019
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