The Core

I wrote this after watching the Bohemian Rhapsody film. For some reason it really grounded me in the essence, and I needed to write something down to remind myself of priorities. When I read it out last night, just as text, people commented afterwards on how much they liked the “poem”, so maybe it’s a poem! And a New Year’s resolution…

(Alex Grey, Galactic Resonance)

 

The Core (written to myself as much as to anyone else)

We are on the edge of extinction ourselves and are co-responsible for the extinction of thousands of other species.
We have forgotten who we are, what our heritage is, where we are from.
We are born of this Earth, we are this Earth, expressing itself in human form.
This is the Earth talking to itself and listening to itself.
The only thing we should be focusing on is are we, is each of us, doing what we can do to help life on Earth survive and thrive, and enable this great experiment of life as a self-conscious human being to continue?

Are we proud of ourselves, of the human race?
Do we believe we are worth it?
Or have we given up,
choosing to forget,
as remembering is too painful
and asks too much of us?

Nothing is too much, if we truly remember.
We need to remember who we are.
Incredible, creative beings of this mother earth,
with the ability to think, feel, be conscious,
make amazing things,
come up with creative solutions together that no one of us could have come up with on our own.

Are you worried about giving up your old ways,
your job and lifestyle that is part of a dying world?
Are you worried that you might not be able to make a living doing the thing only you can do best to contribute to life?
Isn’t that ridiculous?!
You are life and life is you!
When you act to support life, life supports you.
When you act from trust and compassion you are repaid through unconditional love and support.
Life loves you.
This Earth loves you.
Why would it abandon you if you remembered you were part of it and acted as such?

It is a time to be bold.
Fear not!
Trust life!
Wake up!
Shake off the skin of the deadening world we call normal and come alive!
Believe in yourself!
Believe in life!
Do what needs to be done, now and every moment of your life.
That on your death bed you may look back and know you have lived this life given to you to the highest of your potential.
That your children and grandchildren will draw from your energy and example when they think about you.

No compromise!
There is no other time than now.
Here and now.
The future is forged and the past re-defined by the choices we make in each present moment,
to serve life with all our being,
full of passion and compassion,
wildness and humility,
vision and presence.

Nothing else will suffice.
Our earth mother and cosmic father are testing us now.
Do we believe we are worth it?
Are we going to pick up the gauntlet?
Or just fade away in the annals of history as the generations who chose not to see,
who chose not to feel,
and who chose not to act?

The choice is ours.
Ultimately life will find a way forward, whatever happens.
But shame on us if we don’t put into practice now the millions of years of evolution that have gone into making us who we are.
Shame on us.

And blessings on us if we choose to show up as the great beings we are and bring heaven and earth together in this miracle of life.
Blessings on us.
We can do this – if we choose to.
I do.
Do you?

Culemborg, January 6th 2019

Presence Resonance Coherence

I wrote this as part of my post-paper for a Wisdom University course on Living in Mastery in 2012 – and just found it again as I review all my papers for my PhD dissertation. Not sure what I think of it but was told to not make that choice for others – so here it is :-).

Presence

There is not much

One can say about

Presence

As really it is

Empty

Of anything.

“Empty”

from Old English meaning “rest”.

Rest.

Not doing.

Still.

Still.

Not moving.

Noticing movement.

Feeling stillness.

Eye at the center.

I at the center.

The center at I.

I as the center.

The center as I.

I as that.

That as I.

I thou it we you its.

Mmmm.

Still.

At rest.

Present

With it all.

Presence.

 

Something stirs.

Pre-sensing resonance.

 

Resonance

In the stillness

Something stirs.

Or is stirred.

Still again.

Still. Stir. Still. Stir.

Stir Stir. Still.

Stir Stir Stir. Still.

What’s that stirring?

Attention drawn.

Curiosity awakened.

Something is stirring.

The first awake seems to stir others.

New others.

And old others.

New constellation though.

What’s stirring?

It’s disturbing.

My stillness.

It’s growing.

Something is forming.

Strange.

Stranger.

Strangest.

Still is safe.

I know still.

Staying still

I watch the strange stirring.

The connections

Start to draw me in.

I feel excitement.

Something is growing in me.

As me.

It’s me growing!

An explosion of stirring

Like the crazed whisking of a spoon in a teacup

Sloshes tea all over the place

Yet is held together by the stirring

At the center.

Then I see.

The harder is stirred,

The emptier the spiral at the center

The fuller the tea all around.

Presence holds resonance

As a new form is born.

Bring on the tea!

 

Coherence

As I see

Myself in the strange

My whole being

Sings a new tune.

From teaspoon

To dervish dancer

Whipping the world into its orbit.

I look up.

Things look different.

They look strange

And I recognise

The strangeness.

It fits.

We fit.

New me, new world.

We move.

We dance.

We sing.

We play.

And stillness fills the movement.

And movement fills the stillness.

As one.

 

And my mind asks:

But what changed?

I see the same world

But feel it is different.

It responds differently.

I act differently.

But physically it’s all the same.

My life is different.

Or so it feels.

What is that out there

If it so malleable

By this in here?

How can I impact that

When there is so much of it?

What’s the difference

Between my experience of reality

And reality itself?

Is there a difference?

What if someone else

Changes their experience of reality

Does that change mine?

And if it’s all moving together,

Then who’s doing the moving?

That’s a conversation killer.

Mind stops.

Still.

In presence

I feel the resonance

And am the coherence

And that’s all I know

For now.

From Source to Sea

From Source to Sea

From source to sea

The river has many faces.

Chuckling lightly as fast flowing

Over rocks it glistens in the sun

Perpetual motion, sliding, gliding,

Smiling. A constant ray of hope.

Over the edge it tumbles in turmoil,

A wild swirling dance,

Free from the rocks, the river bed,

Plunging in silence through space.

Roaring with laughter, it crashes below,

Shattering into a myriad of twinkling drops,

Rainbow glints in the spray

Permanent creation and recreation.

Drifting into deep dark pools,

The drops collect in reflections of the past,

Mirrors of the distant sky

Serenity, peace …

From source to sea

The river has many faces

But they are one.


HELLO

HELLO

Can anyone hear me?

Is anyone near me?

Or am I just a muffle

in your old blue duffle?

 

Step into fresh air.

We’ve got something to share.

There are things we can do.

Yes, you too.

 

We’ll go for a beer,

if you’ll lend me your ear.

Or just for a walk.

Somewhere we can talk.

 

Why does nobody see

they’re like you and me?

Just here for a while

and made such a trial.

 

We’ve invented a code,

yet it seems out of mode

to use these few words,

to chat like the birds.

 

Have you something to hide

that you’ve buried inside?

Afraid to let go

for fear I should know?

 

We’re all from the same place.

We’re all from the same race.

A mere strand in the web,

a drop in the ebb.

 

Let’s admit we were wrong

to believe we were strong.

Then we’ll feel free

to talk, you and me.