THE LAND / 2014

Perhaps I am impatient,

Perhaps I am in a hurry,

But I feel the time pass.

I feel weeks and months

Evaporate before they appear.

I have known years that have lived

And died, some with grace,

Others with such a lack of

Dignity that I feel the shame

Of the passing of an unfulfilled life.

Once you can change your perspective you

Can liberate your vision.

Your thoughts can be digested with taste

And your ideas can be worn with pride.

Sink low and deep, see the density of the

Ground upon which we walk and feel the

Stillness.

Catch the flicker of light as it reflects the

Web of consciousness and stare into the

Dry brittle roots of habit.

Observe the depth of the shadows as they

Elongate their essence, towering beneath

The gravel surfaces of our time.

Still.

As the all powerful sun prepares it’s

Nest amongst the pines, sinking slowly into

A state of suspense, refusing to quite

Let go of today’s moment.

Sense the gratitude well up inside you as

This great master prepares you for your

Solitude.

As you lean your heart into the crystalized

Surface of the rock, you reach out to feel

It’s protective edge.  It’s very boundary

Is that which gives you clarity of being.

The trust that has built up between you

Allows you to roam the land,

Motionless.

I dream of the land, our land.

I dream of the birds, our birds.

I dream of learning a new language, the

Language of Life.

The howling of winds

The rustle of leaves

The intellectual cries of crows

The shifting grains of sand

The flutter of beating wings

The bubbling of the spring.

As the subway deafens my soul,

As the mass of people

Suffocate my breath,

As the strip lights blind my heart,

I dream of love, your love.

As night falls I nestle into myself.

As dawn breaks I curl up into you. 

The last whispers of truth crackle in the silence 
Sharing stories from an ancient time, weighting 
Each shrub to this magical land.

The recently reddened skies now bleed dry with

A harsh chiaroscuro which bathes

The tips of the shrubs in warmth, whilst

Abandoning their roots in shadowed shame.

The birth of a new day holds promise for a

Deeper understanding of stillness.

I crave this stillness.

As duty tears me away into the chaotic rhythms

Of unconscious activities, of calculating minds,

Of artificial rituals to establish 
One’s powers or beliefs,

As I leave the peace of this land, my most
Treasured gift, may I hold within my being

This moment.

This moment of stillness.

This stillness within. 

I know not the way

But year after year

As the elephants have entered caves,

Travelled to their depths, blinded by the complete

Darkness, all to catch the

Essential mineral of life, led

Merely by generations and generations of

Knowledge, inherently known, not taught,

I too will enter darkness, I too will trust

The blinded path.

I too will follow the guides

Of generations before, who will lead me to

Life, to the essential being of life, to

My essential being.

I know not the way,

But I shall know the way...