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The commitment of the lark

And as I walked down the slopes of Ingleborough, in the early freshness of an April morning, the larks rose in front of me, one by one, and sang their way upwards against the blue of the sky; and I … Continue reading

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What was revealed

On a sunny Easter Sunday this was the revelation. In the stone lobby of the meeting house, in the gloom, behind the notice frame taken down in order to replace the notice, was a bat, clinging to the wall, small, … Continue reading

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Every year I rise again from the dead

On Easter Sunday a figure appeared in my inner world; he took me aside and showed me how often I acclaim myself in triumph there, manifesting as the special one. We looked at the times also that I betray myself, … Continue reading

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Splitting for the world

I remember when those few of us split from Africa across the Red Sea. We stayed on the beach, eating shell fish and stuff, till we got too many, then another bunch of us split off, and we headed for … Continue reading

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Good Friday 2011, looking northwards from my window

Easter is late this year, though the ash is still bare, while on the hawthorns the leaves are bright; Gragareth looms faintly through the haze in the distance, awaiting revelation from the morning light. I could take my ease on … Continue reading

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The bramble tangle

You need a certain amount of aggression to take on a bramble thicket. I fought a good fight with one down by the river; it was taking over the path, threatening, scratchy. My weapons were secateurs and a sickle, my … Continue reading

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A father’s prayer

And ah my beautiful children, how much I love you, and how deeply grateful I am to have had this chance to be your father, and to have loved you as I do. And when I go, likely before you, … Continue reading

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Hey, hey, PJA, how many enemies did you make today?

Who is thine enemy? If thou makest any into thine enemy, canst thou not make all into thine enemies: if not now, then in the days to come? If thou makest any into thine enemy, and all may be made … Continue reading

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Love, work, and knowledge

To love on a honeymoon is easy. But the crucial time to love is much later, when the other one looks ugly, and is pissed off with you, and you’re exhausted by the wrestling. To love then is life-changing, to … Continue reading

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Coughing meditation

Sit up in bed on a grey morning; quietly, be with your breathing; focus your attention on a particular spot at the back of your throat, and wait. Notice when the smallest of tickles manifests there – from nothing – … Continue reading

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Too many sheds?

The shed was a thing of beauty when it came together, manifesting from old wood out of three other sheds, including the donkey house in the field. Those sheds were themselves made from older ancestor sheds. There was also an … Continue reading

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Hwaet! Listen to the spring!

Hwaet! Listen to the spring! Hear the squabblings of the sparrows in the eaves, chirp-chattering, pert-prating, hear their fluttering in the guttering, new-nesting, mad-mating; hear the wildling warbling of the curlew, the long-beaked one, woe-full, calling to the ancestors, late-loved, … Continue reading

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Mist

Mist In the early dawn of this autumn morning, the mist congregates on the leaves of the large beech tree, and drips, leaf by leaf, to the ground. In the silence of the orchard, the apples hang dark red on … Continue reading

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She blooms, she blooms

She blooms, she blooms Wake up each morning and create more beauty in the world: start with her heart and pump it full of love, admire her beauty, and bring poetry to her being; she blooms, she blooms – who … Continue reading

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I left the door ajar for God, and Death walked in

I left the door ajar for God, and Death walked in; behind him I saw the shadowed forms of those I might once have known. In the silence that followed, I found myself explaining how I always try to have … Continue reading

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Here on Holy Island

Here on Holy Island the wonderful tide cuts off the traffic for five hours twice every day: : no humming metal boxes driving in or out, unusual peace and tranquillity emerging instead. If only the tide could do a similar … Continue reading

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Lessons in wholeheartedness

When I was a young man, about twenty, not yet very knowing, I gave as much of my heart as I could to someone. She, very beautiful to me, responded in kind, but being slightly older, gave slightly less. And … Continue reading

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The one who breathes

You who would meditate may like to befriend your breathing. As though across a crowded room you may see the one who breathes; when you make your way to them, the one who breathes smiles and offers help, takes your … Continue reading

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The one who meditates is like a steward

The one who meditates is like a steward at the entrance to the shrine room. The steward stays at his post while people come in and out; his job is to stay at the door and be present; crowds may … Continue reading

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I am a sieve

I am a sieve in the flow: the shape and pattern of my holes creates the turbulence that is my gift to this world. The flow is endless: there is no need to create, creation is already infinitely here; there … Continue reading

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