Buoyancy

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Curiosity

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Simply With You

 

At the hospice
It’s a chilly clear crisp blue-sky morning

Through your rasping
We wait, attentive to each simple wish

We sit at the window, embracing each hour
Simply with you

Grateful
For warmth and light from the wondrous sun

 

 

 

 

Martinos @ 2019

The Mountain

 

Bulwark majesty,

silent the mountain stands steadfast 

against the elements,

a buffer, 

a shield.

The weather blows and breaks

but cannot penetrate

those  protected on 

the other side,

safe.

Lowanna Dunn 

Reflection on Quantum Thinking

Inspired by Danah Zohar

In fear and the defensive state
Comes binary thinking
The instinctual brain so wired
Flips from friend to foe
And hell becomes justified

In fear and the defensive state
With quantum thinking
The instinctual brain so wired
Is guided toward an holistic embrace
Where curiosity and compassion necessitate

———

When the hit comes, the body will experience the hit and almost instantaneously contract defensively through an instinctual readiness for self preservation.

What the mind does next is the critical piece.

With binary thinking the mind accepts the premise of the hit and is triggered to deal with it in binary terms. A defensive stance faces outward viewing the world through the narrow corridor of right-wrong, good-bad, flight, flight or freeze and acts accordingly.

With quantum thinking the mind embraces the whole body-mind experience and deals with the hit in quantum terms. A centred and grounded stance faces both inward and outward: inward looking, it takes care of and holds the centre through breath and mindfulness, outward looking, it stays open to the premise by balancing agency and advocacy with curiosity and compassion, and acts accordingly.

Through dedicated, consistent quantum practice it is possible to move from reaction to response when one is triggered. We are not at the mercy of our instincts.

 

Martino © 2019

What Search for Meaning

What search for meaning reveals:

The getting of meaning
Is intrinsically linked to the act
of giving meaningfully.

Giving meaningfully entails the giving of one’s truth:
with clear purpose,
with whole heart,
with whole mind,
from and through the centre of one’s whole being,
toward a universal whole.

Unconditional and uncompromising
the gesture of meaningful giving
ends the search.

A pathway unfolds: with each step
there is making,
there is meaning,
there is adversity,
there is rigour,
there is discovery,
and there is
becoming

 

Martinos LB @ 2019

True Self

Our selves are what we get about in
they are made of atoms, each one
billions of years old,
our selves are made from stars.

I have a self and you have a self;
how do you take care of your self?
what do you say to your self?
do you treat it well as it helps you get about
and interact with other selves?

Your self is an intriguing paradox
as it is both unique and similar to all other selves. 
Interestingly, you didn’t make your self, one day it just arrived for you,
and one day you will have to leave it.

In the interim you can ask:
What is to be true to your self?
When are you truly with your self?
And what truth lives beyond your self?

Martinos LB @ 2019

Sunday Prayer

at sunrise, a delicate film of low mist
feathers the grass plain
and camphor-laurel stand

an  occasional treetop
appears  as an island
amidst the gentle soft-air sea

the purple pink tinge of heaven
and deep-green night shadow
as must, retreat to make way

for this, a Sunday prayer on
peacefulness, and for what
is luminous in things

Martinos © 2019

Clearest Voice

heart to heart, is
the clearest strongest voice

as a river
of song and light

it will move the immovable
find the natural flow

and bring us to the source
from whence we came

more open
to what we can become

Martinos © 2019

busybusybusy

dingly dingly
wickety wackety
overflow ongoing
crickety crackety
all of the dang-en,
the dingin the dongin and
onagain onagain
bingbangin and bongin

snippety snippety
spinagain spitagain
flatabout backwardsing
flatabout forwardsing
sobusy thisbusy
toobusy stressfactor
not slowing till rictus
or blowups and messfactor

notlearning notlistening
gofigures upratcheting
notseeing nothearing
ambivalence hatcheting
all in the dingly the
wickety wack
the edge up approaching
with no coming back

 

martinos © 2015

The Choice We Made to Kill the King

You just ran over a snake   she cried
The ute tyering heavily across the leaf strewn bitumen on the way home
I pulled up immediately to look into the rear view
And there it was flaying the air
Struggling for the fluid movement it no longer possessed
Such a creature – magnificent light brown – sleek powerful and known to be deadly
A two metre adult King Brown snake

We sat and watched it curl and recurl
Unable to move beyond the road
One third down its back had been crushed – what to do for this writhing being?
I’ll go home to get the shovel and come back    I said
Should you just leave it    she asked  –   my darling Jan concerned for my wellbeing
Yeah I have to – can’t leave it to suffer and die a lingering death

I returned five minutes later to the same spot
The shadows across the road making it hard to see the Brown and it’s broken magnificence
I picked up the long handled shovel and stepped carefully out of the car
I stood for several minutes perplexed – what was the right thing to do?
Kill it or leave it – which was more humane?
A voice in my head reminded me that most people bitten by snakes are trying to do them harm at the time they’re bitten – I checked myself
A cocktail of emotions bubbling inside my gut
sorrow – pity – fear – concern – wonder – guilt – maybe grief
the wounded king who was once magnificent now broken by my wheel

I stood immobilised unable to decide
And then returned home to call my cousin Chris – I needed his counsel – his brotherhood
Chris is a man of the earth – a wiry wiley soul – his hair often spiked with the dried salt licks from his last surf – his eyes full of spark and purpose – a man to trust – a man to turn the soil with

I called him and we spoke for a bit – probably should kill it he said – yeah probably best – I’ll be up the hill in a bit – I’ll bring my gun he said as he hung up

A little later he pulled up – I jumped in beside him and his gun – better bring your shovel he said – so I did

We drove the two kilometres back to the spot – the Brown had not moved beyond the place of its crushing
You can hardly see it in the shade   Chris said    no wonder you ran over it
Can’t use the gun – too close to the houses he mused

Without hesitation Chris drove again over the deadly king – there was no more deliberation – what had to be done had to be done

We left the car – it’s head is still moving     I said
Carefully, carefully in full regard  Chris inched forward and delivered the death blow with the shovel blade behind its head

The snake was dead

On the way back to the house we talked about the snake with great reverence – a creature of the wild that we admire and for the most part fear

Chris shared that a snake of that size would feed a family for a few days – we reflected on how this country’s first people’s – our indigenous brothers and sisters have a deep relationship with all its creatures and would have given thanks for this King’s ultimate surrender

Chris dropped me at the front of our place
Thanks for your help bro – I said – such a shame about the snake
Yeah he said – it happens
It was the choice we had to make

I waved him down the hill

Yes it was – and I will never forget the day we had to make it

The choice to kill the king.

 

Martinos © 2018