I came upon a fisherman ancient as a whale.
The sea had painted far horizons on his face.
Quartz crystals glittered in his eyes and the northern
lights danced in
the spaces of his words.
How Truth clung to him!
She clung to him like a lover.
She hung about him
desperate as salmon for the spawning.
Unbeknownst I shouted:
‘Give me some truth ancient one!
I am starving in this world of lies.
Of magicians tricks and dreams
and wishful might-have-beens.
Give me something to hold.
I see it resting there
in your eyes.’
This ancient mariner began to speak softly.
As for years he had cast his nets
upon the waters ever changing face, so now
his words he weaved into nets
full of shining jewels of truth.
His words danced like sunlight on water.
His words reeked of the harbour smells of Truth.
‘First awaken!,’ and his voice sang like icebergs calving.
Sang like deep sea dreams. Invaded the spaces of my soul.
Touched the part in me that yearns for Elder’s wisdom.
‘To sleep while walking means nothing can happen.
Whilst sleeping you can only dream!
Then breathe. No! Really really breathe.
It is the open obvious secret.
Then be still. Allow to unfold...Be witness.
Then feel. Feel without judgement.
Just feel your feelings. Why should that be so hard?
We must not look too deeply in.
Beware the seducing Mind.
Do not be defined by your work or enslaved by it.
You do your work but it is not who you are.
For if you are your work then who are you
when your work is no more?
Do not tell lies; it creates illusion.
If you cannot speak your truth in the naked moment,
then be silent, just breathe.
Beware addictions:
Drink
smoke
sex
drugs
food
power
money
They hide a longing for a deeper thing
so seek that thing instead.
Be in your centre.
Breathe from there.
If you would write my friend
Then first a reader be.
Be kind; it is the greatest practice.
Seek opportunities to practise kindness.
I mean warrior kindness, not idiot compassion.
Strive to see the light in people.
You know in your heart that when
you are angry, sad and selfish
You are doing the best you can.
So are they.
Be quick to forgive. Struggle slowly to grievance.
Feel what you are feeling. Honour it!
But do not act from feelings.
Act from the centre of who you are.
To act from desperation
invites desperate responses.
To act from fear invites fear into your life.
Seek wisdom’s tunes to dance your body to.
Learn its wise places. Let your body tell you truth.
It is like a singing bowl, harmonically resonates
through blood and bone.
A lie, or what is wrong
sounds dull,
like a bell wrapped in clouds.
Recognise that truth has an architecture.
Bring in-tention to your life
and it becomes an unfolding work of art.
The smallest things become sacred.
The outward practice of intention is
attention: Great gift.
Let beauty into your life. Gasp! Be awestruck!
Recover the wonder of the child you once were.
Let beauty sing through you.
Be a poet! It is your birthright.
Practice sympathetic magick.
Paint your dreams on the walls of caves.
Understand that if energy follows thought,
then clarified and considered intent
aligned to clear bright energy
is an engine of divinity
that takes your life
to light-speed.
And finally...
Love.
Love fiercely, proudly, passionately.
Let your heart be ever vulnerable
to love’s songs.
Seek out its arrows and its lances.
Never are you so alive; so vital.
Never are you so much who you are meant
to be as in the time of love’s enchantment
or at the dark gates of heartbreak.
So go well traveller and may your less travelled road
be well lit with light and song.
May you ever be young in heart
and your spine straight and strong.
And feel upon the coursing of your blood,
the cloud’s drift across your holding gaze,
the mountain streaming cross the plain,
the wind upon the gathering trees;
and be safely home where you belong.
