Monthly Archives: July 2012

The dance of the shining blue bird

Breathing and Mumford and Sons in my ears and then you are there, in my being oh, special shining blue bird that I love so much sitting on a rock in the swimming place flying off down the river surely … Continue reading

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My younger brother

At lunchtime, below the Priory, I passed four young men sitting on a wall, drinking beer. ‘Are you from the police?’ one called out. I stopped to talk, as best I could. The one who called out had just been … Continue reading

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And what does love require of you?

Consider if love needs to be given fresh-picked: a sprig of parsley, or a sweet pea, fragrant and blue. Consider if love needs to be given well-cooked: grains of rice, or potatoes, solid and sustaining. Consider how long to cook: … Continue reading

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There is no smile that is not a passing smile

I have often seen the beauty of my friends and enjoyed the perfection of the path we shaped together. And I have often seen the humdrum rolling in and the perfect path we shaped crumbling beneath our feet. There is … Continue reading

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I met a traveller stirring something loose

I met a traveller, dreadlocks and all sitting by a campfire while he stirred something dry and loose in a bowl which I assumed was his dope. He told me I was better than him at connecting with the tightness … Continue reading

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You can’t hold on to them, they go bad

Eat food, pass it through. Make blood, keep it circulating. Breathe air in, breathe it out. You can’t hold on to them, they go bad. Feel love, pass it on. Generate insight, share it. Notice everything changes, welcome it. You … Continue reading

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Shamanic journey 1: the sturgeon

To the insistent beat of the drum I drop out of this world down tunnels and caverns to an underground land. I float in a canoe downriver to a lake and enter the water. To the insistent beat of the … Continue reading

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Freedom is hard to tolerate

Sometimes when you suffer it feels like being in prison. Life is very constrained and there is little joy. At first you make many attempts to escape but you are always foiled. If you do get out you are quickly … Continue reading

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My farts are unwritten poems

My farts are unwritten poems fermented in my guts and blown out into the world with a rasp. This poem is the energy of a dozen farts fermented in my being shaped by love and blown out to you with … Continue reading

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A girl sings on a train

If, on a train, you should hear, down the carriage a young girl singing to herself her voice soft, high-pitched innocent beauty emerging effortlessly from her being: if you should hear that, would your heart creak open a little? And … Continue reading

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An invisible presence

An invisible presence visits the young trees by the river. I’ve never seen what strips the bark away from the trunks and leaves it hanging, and the trees damaged. I like to think of the deer, surviving in the wild … Continue reading

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Farewell William

I know a man, walking in the hills last week who stepped off the path. From time to time we may find ourselves stepping off the path too: we read the map, take in the view, eat a picnic. He … Continue reading

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Shamanic journey 2

I ascend a metal pole and then a young ash tree and find myself amongst clouds. On a misty mountainside I climb to a plateau where a young woman dances in the mist. Waving ribbons I move with her and … Continue reading

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Visiting shame

Here, on a morning in late summer the sun burns off the early mist. Faintly, I see the dew vaporising rising against the light. This morning something is shrunken in me. I feel caught within, bound down, ashamed. Sandbach School, … Continue reading

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Look at your hands

Look at your hands. What have they done? Who have they hit? What have they killed? What is this open wound here old, bloodless, deep, the skin curling at the edges? Are you stuck behind the door your hands cannot … Continue reading

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Stop!

A figure appeared in my life and told me to stop. Normally I send him on his way but this time I gave him space and egged him on. ‘Tell me what to stop,’ I said, ‘go on.’ ‘Stop meditating,’ … Continue reading

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I’m human and he’s divine

I’m human and he’s divine I invited the Buddha and God into a room and smiled at them, and they smiled back. Aren’t you really the same? I asked. Well no, said God, he’s human and I’m divine. Then they … Continue reading

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And where is God?

God was not in our communion class nor in the words of the vicar despite his talk of heaven and the bible and the creed. Oh Hafiz, where were you when I needed you? Why did you not slip into … Continue reading

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