Rotation of Life


Spring brings forth life

overflowing in the sun

the bounty of earth

and sea and sky

life surges ahead


Baby becomes child

exploring the world

discovering herself

yearning for what may be

limitless in potential


Into summertime

life grows strong

in warmth and light

joy and love spur

the blossoming


Child becomes man

separating from mother

venturing on in hope

searching for love

and joy to come


Autumn, the slowing

taking stock, the shadow

of a future so near

nature fortifies herself

as days darken


The woman settles

becomes entrenched

in life not quite

what was her intent

but so little time left


Winters onslaught cleanses

in wind, rain and ice

laying bare the land

stripping the dream

of summer gone


The man ages fast

his time all spent

as limbs fade and

body weakens until his

return to mother earth


As winter’s chill ends

and new life beckons

the cycle renews

in eternal rotation

of beginning and end


The child is born again

spring brings forth life






Writing You


I’ll write you into my life

The words of your being

Etched in my heart


Written in my mind

And immortalised in prose

For generations without end


Your soul encoded in my skin

In words of love and longing

In blood and pen marked


Our story never ends

Nor did it have beginning

As it flows through life


Stories told through time

as old as ancient mountains

Tales of wonder and mystery


A river of words and dreams

In which we play and dance

Until the ink runs dry


The pages still will turn

Recalling our passing

A legacy of life together

The Sea Speaks


I immersed myself,
submerged in your infinity
and spread my thoughts
through the depths
of your unfathomable
beauty and power.

I felt the life within you
connected in the fluid
caressing my skin
the same touching all
over vast distances
a unified field

I heard the speech
of whale, seal and dolphin
and sensed them near
wishing to save us
from follies untold
wise ones of your world

I know your strength
in tumultuous seas
I have witnessed
a force unyielding
that none can stop
only a fool would dare

You birthed me eons ago
as you formed all life
in the creative ebb and flow
of tides and storms
the primeval soup of dreams
the womb of mother earth

You mirror the cosmos
as above, so below
all is connected
as you have shown me
we are one life
you, us and the stars.

But it is to you
I must return, one day
when the sun dies
and earth becomes cold
in you will the last voice
be heard, the final breath

I am the beginning and I am the end.

Spiritual Awakening and Meditation

Spiritual awakening can be a fast or slow process. For some, an extraordinary event, or tragedy, can trigger the start; in others, it takes an accumulation of years and experiences in life. It often begins with curiosity or a feeling that something isn’t right. The view of the world foisted upon us is false, there is more, so much more. We may become discontent in the early stages, a sense of being out-of-place.

One is drawn to certain books perhaps, or starts the search for truth in some other way. Many become attracted to various ‘New Age’ philosophies or learn about different belief systems. They search out esoteric literature trying to find the solution in words and symbols.

For me it all began at an early age. My mother became a spiritualist, a long story which I won’t go into here. I was brought up with knowledge of life beyond this earthly one, and evidence to back it up. For many years I quested further, reading book after book, immersing myself in ‘knowledge’ and, so I believed, wisdom and understanding. I read about the magical, mystical aspects of Christianity, hidden and lost teachings, the Celtic tradition, Egyptian and Jewish mysticism, and many others. I read about the power of the mind and its possibilities. Then something changed, a realisation that it is direct experience which counts, not knowledge.

What do I mean by ‘direct experience’? That which is gained through dedicated prayer or meditation. Let me make an analogy here with chocolate. Knowledge is the scientific understanding of its chemical composition; the reaction of the taste buds, what compounds induce those sensations, the source of the cocoa, the plant, its varieties and growing areas, the manufacturing process of a chocolate bar and so on. All of which pale into insignificance once one actually eats the chocolate, delighting in its smooth, sensual texture and exquisite taste. Once one has that experience, no amount of knowledge about its manufacture is needed. Knowledge without experience is purely academic and empty. Knowledge is interesting perhaps, but secondary to experience.

Knowledge of other realms and dimensions, the connectedness of everything that is, the creative spirit which pervades the entire universe is as nothing compared to actually experiencing it, and if experienced, then the knowledge is not required. Meditation was the road I took to search for intimate experience, the way used throughout the ages and through all clutures. Once again I searched, flitting from one method to another like a butterfly going from one flower to the next, never spending long enough in one ‘system’ to gain anything much of value. In time another realisation occurred through inspired understanding; the method is not important, nor, actually, is a method necessary.

A few years ago I came across the teachings of Eckart Tolle and searched in vain for a ‘method’ in his works. There was only one, very brief, description of meditation. Eventually I got it. The experience of ‘the Now’ is meditation itself, there is no method! To live in the now is to live in meditation.

Another resource I came across through an interest in Buddhism can be found through this link The basic method of meditation In its explanation of the various stages it gave me the clearest understanding of the basics of mediation which I have ever come across and once again pointed to the fact there is no method as such;

1. Sustained Attention on the present moment
2. Silent attention on the present moment
3. Full sustained attention on the beautiful breath

To take the first glimpse, for a few moments, of that ‘sustained attention on the present moment’, to surrender to the moment with no attachment of thought to past or future, is a revelation and reletively easy to achieve. Finally it all fell into place; the understanding of meditation as a practice towards spiritual enlightenment, the ‘power of now’ and that there is no method per se !

Many people ask ‘how do you meditate’, they want a method or system. Sure, there are techniques for relaxation, which is a prerequisite for any meditation. But after that one only needs a basic idea of what meditation is; the disassociation with random thoughts enabling the higher consciousness to realise itself and the universe. Many complain that they can’t stop their minds from thinking about things. We cannot stop our minds from thinking, from working, what we have to control is our tendency to latch onto thoughts; we must let them pass without attaching to them. Eckart Tolle gave a great analogy in a talk; you are the host at a large dinner party and your job is to greet the guests as they come in. The guests are your thoughts. You greet each guest then let them pass and move on to the next, you cannot afford to engage in conversation with each guest.

There are higher levels of meditation beyond the basics, for which some guidance is necessary, but everything can be achieved with the dedicated practice of the basic methods.

Theses are some of my thoughts on meditation based on experience and practice, your views are always welcome in the comments. Thanks for reading.

The Tears of Parting

You said goodbye
The final cut
When will I see your face again?
The train awaits
The boat tugs at her moorings
The plane taxies away
Some vessel to carry you to the stars

You are going.
For what did we share
this brief sojourn together?
To end by crying
at life’s cruelty
as it rents us apart?
The veil descends.

Whether close or near
You are in my heart
A pain, a scar that will not heal
A dry chasm
That nothing can fill
Until we rejoice together
Loving, amongst the stars.

Meditations on Love, part 6

The final poem in the series, with links to all the previous;

Love – Epoch 1. Black
Love – Epoch 2. Red
Love – Epoch 3. Blue
Love – Epoch 4. Yellow
Love – Epoch 5. White

Love – Epoch 6. The Rainbow of Enlightenment

The final transition beckons
the soul has grown
ready now, one step
to true awakening
the unification
of self with self
Present in the now
this moment
bound with eternity and infinity
it reaches toward enlightenment
a hand is waiting
In an instant overcome with bliss
oneness with the divine spirit
pure love in ecstasy.
Holding the colours of the rainbow
in perfect balance it finds
self awareness, seeing truth
transcendent over coarse desire
living and breathing love
it is love, pouring it forth
magnanimously, upon all, equally.
Oh, to stand in the house of God
at one with creation, to know
marvelling at the light
So far has this soul travelled
only to return back
to where it began
enriched, through experience
of life and the roots of love
to find it is all that ever was
and is
and will be
Standing with the great Spirit
hand in hand with the angels of light
its new purpose, to spread love
into every dark place in the cosmos
through time and space
lighting the way
for future travellers
as they trace their own path
home, to love.

Medtations on Love, part 5

The fifth poem in the series, with links to the previous poems;

Love – Epoch 1. Black
Love – Epoch 2. Red
Love – Epoch 3. Blue
Love – Epoch 4. Yellow

Love – Epoch 5. White

Pure white light enters
surging through head
and heart, and every cell.
The body suffused
with a crystal glow
sparkling, shimmering
as love expands
knowing no end
encompassing the sun
and stars, the universe.
Distant now from it’s beginnings
light, pure, and clear, free
from the heaviness of earth.
Spiritualised, pure and radiant
displaying the glory
of it’s true origin.
Love becomes all
the reason and purpose
The spirit sees that love
is creation, energy
the foundation of life
and all matter
Love is eternal, indestructible
Love has no opposite
Love is all.

Meditations on Love, part 4

The fourth poem in the series with links to the previous;

Love – Epoch 1. Black
Love – Epoch 2. Red
Love – Epoch 3 Blue

Love – Epoch 4. Yellow

Unfolding, as a flower
petals yielding to warm sunlight
spirit becomes aware.
It is not alone
compassion flows
from its softening heart
as love opens.
Light increases
vibration rises
from blue to yellow
the quickening of the soul
So too the yearning
to find the source
to understand this journey
the pain and joy, the why?
Love surrenders in the light
to a greater purpose
forsaking the ego
the first step
towards enlightenment.
Basking for a time in joy
knowing its sublime connection
with all, in the oneness of love
preparing for the dark night
when it must face
its own naked truth.

Meditations on Love, part 3

The third in the series with links to the previous poems;

Love – Epoch 1. Black

Love – Epoch 2. Red

Love – Epoch 3. Blue

The spirit flies through blue skies
across oceans, over mountains
forest and desert
Another traveller on the way
draws close, so tender
Black and red, the past
now subsumed by blue
enfolds them in peace
clean air permeates
through both, purifying
energising, joining together.
Joy spirals upwards
following the twists and turns
of their dance of love.

The union foretells
a greater story
one to come
the heights they will reach
beyond their dreams
if they keep love pure
fresh as morning dew.
Onwards, upwards
spirit sees manifest
the greater glory
untouchable yet
a diaphanous mist.
But faith grows
the seekers of truth.