I will Trust your Ways

Meeting with you is always so pleasant 
I love being reunited again
How wonderful it is to feel you
In me, once more
I thought you had been upset
By my late silly ramblings
You know how the ways of life
Can make me forget
And wander far remote
From your loving gaze
And embrace.
So I thank you
For your faithful presence 

I will trust your ways
Dear friend
Trust that you are never far away
And make the effort
To come to you
And hug you dearly
Every day
After all
What best friend do I have
Other than
Your very being
Your so solid shoulder
And sweet tender heart

I will trust your ways
Dear friend
And know that behind
All that is fragile in me
Inconsistent and fearful
Just here, hidden
Mingled with my clouds
Dancing with my being
You stand firm and generous
Supporting everything 
Giving your substance
To what is happening 

I will trust your ways
Dear friend
And not be an obstacle
To you – the sun
Making a shadow
Of your presence
But let you be the one
That governs my world 
Let the light that you are 
Fill my body to the brim
And spill over to be like
A perfume 
Investing every corner of my being

I will trust your ways
Dear friend
And let you be
Just be
Here 
Now
Not interfering
And when you have taken over
I will be showing 
My way
For it is you
Not me
That stands behind it

 

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Text and photo by Alain Joly

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Suggestion:
Voices from Silence (other poems from the blog)

 

 

Between

Allan W. Anderson, Ph.D. was a gifted religious linguist and a teacher at the Philosophy and Religious Studies departments at San Diego State University. He was well-known for his eighteen one-hour dialogues with J. krishnamurti, which were broadcasted on TV in 1975 and were later published as a book and DVDs set entitled ‘A Wholly Different Way of Living’. It is said on his website that “his soul was that of a poet, his pen and mind happiest in verse.” I am happy to share here two of his poems. The first poem came with this introduction: “Our natural state abides in the time between times which is the timely, the ever present and unprecedented now, obedient to the suasions of Heaven in which is perfect freedom—the freedom from having to choose. Visionary matters are notoriously difficult to communicate and prose is not the happiest medium to convey them. So I shall try a poem and call it: Between.”

 

Between

Who can wander for a lifetime
In the valley, on the hill
And not see the face of heaven
On the swift and in the still

On the swift and shining waters
In the smooth wet-molded stone,
Wide heaven beds among them
Lies where all the leaves are blown

And the wafted leaf in autumn
Comes, like us, to find its ground
Falling where the hand of heaven
Cups the seeker and the found.

~ Allan W. Anderson

 

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Then

In those days there came such sounds
As now I never hear
All songs that fall upon a child
Before he looks on fear

For then the whirr of tiny wings
The language of the leaves
Came fresh as whispers from the sea
When ocean heaves

In days when we were very small
And in that ageless long ago
Before the Real was dreamed
The wonders met were plainly known
To be just what they seemed.

~ Allan W. Anderson

 

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Between’ is from ‘Inner Directions’ website

Then’ is from ‘Songs from the Mifflinger Sea and a little cove of Nonsense’

Picture by Alain Joly

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Read Pr Anderson’s essay on ‘Inner Directions’ website, ‘Bearing and Understanding’ and the beautiful homage, ‘Remembering Allan W. Anderson

Bibliography:
– ‘Songs from the Mifflinger Sea and a little cove of Nonsense’ – by Allan W. Anderson, Illustrated by Leslie Rhea Lewis- (Xlibris)
– ‘A Wholly Different Way of Living’ – Krishnamurti in dialogue with Professor Allan W. Anderson – (Gollancz)
– ‘On Krishnamurti’s Teachings’ – by Allan W. Anderson – (Karina Library Press)
– ‘Reflections on the I Ching’ – by Allan W. Anderson – (Xlibris)

Websites:
Allan W. Anderson
Inner Directions

 

Desire

Desire, is
The source of creation.
All things manifest, exist
because of this.

However, when the one
who desires, sees the self as separate,
they move in ways, where this one
becomes, painfully desperate.

Misunderstood, innocently so.
Desire is not for the sake of completion.
It moves for the joy of being alive
-for the play of discovery
and true Self expression.

There are only two desires,
even though they are exactly the same.
First is to discover what you really are,
the second, is to express
this beauty discovered within.

The flower blooms,
not to impress the others.
It opens slowly, through sincerity;
to see what is inside, encouraged by
a love that is remembered.

Let desire point you inward, and
notice a beauty that asks to be seen.
Open to this truth in your heart
and let the Love -explode
through your being.

 

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Poem by Tiger Singleton (Tigmonk)

Photo by Alain Joly

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Tiger Singleton, founder of InLight Connect, is an inspirational public speaker, satsang facilitator, and author who shares wisdom and insight from the heart; holding events, workshops, and retreats all over the world, exposing the opportunity of this life; our inherent wholeness, beauty, and conscious ability to create a joyful life. With an open heart, Tiger holds space for a profound exploration into the art of being (you). 

Bibliography:
– ‘An Explosion of Love: The Color of All Things Beautiful’ – by Tigmonk – (The Blooming Heart Center)
– ‘Intimacy, with the Silent Nothing that is Everything’ – by Tigmonk – (The Blooming Heart Center)

Websites:
Inlight Connect (the art of being)
Tigmonk (All… is Incredibly Well)
Already Done (The Poetic Life of Being)

 

I Want to Tell About

This poem came to me while at a retreat:

 

I want to tell about 
The beautiful questions 
And the answers that work magic on our minds 
That invite us to greater openness 

I want to tell about 
The heat that keeps the pot of inquiry burning 
Pushing the knots and aches 
Into the dissolving flame of consciousness 

I want to tell about 
The silent walks between satsang and the dinner table 
The ‘hi’s, the ‘hello’s, the ‘hola’s, and the smiles 
The friendly faces coming closer and closer to my heart

I want to tell about 
The mountains in the distance and their horizon line 
The shady presence they acquire at twilight 
As the sky lights up a soft pink behind shredded clouds

I want to tell about 
The voices and laughters popping up around the swimming pool 
The long conversations with friends, the relentless diving 
Into the silence and beauty lying in the background of our retreat 

I want to tell about
The sharing of that simple realisation with you all
The keeping in my heart the love I felt
Until we meet and melt again in another placeless place 

 

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Text and photo by Alain Joly

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It’s Totally Beyond Me…

Before we enjoy one of Miriam Louisa Simons’ poems, let’s have a look at her painting above. It is part of what Miriam calls ‘the breathscribe series’. In her own words: “A simple horizontal stroke was laid down, its length being determined by the amount of paint in the brush – or by the duration of the exhalation of my breath. On the inhalation I reloaded the brush. I was entranced by the patterns that emerged as I breathed my way across and down the surface.”

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it’s totally beyond me…

Sitting this morning at summer’s window
wondering
what quirk of destiny’s unfolding
led
to the conviction of separation in
a human mind

How is it possible to so thoroughly
believe
in something (a solid independent ‘me’)
that has never been able to be proven
to exist?

How is it possible to turn this
phantom
into a seeker who desperately
desires
to be free of itself and its stories? (huh?)

How is it possible to
avoid
the in-your-face obvious and
inescapable
truth
that the present presents with
every nano-second of aliveness?

How could anything so
simple
available
uncomplicated
and unavoidable
turn into a mystery, a concept
that would fuel galaxies of
religious and philosophical
thought-worlds?

It’s totally beyond me…

(literally and figuratively)

But it’s bloody marvelous all the same.

~ Miriam Louisa Simons

 

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Artwork by Miriam Louisa Simons 
(‘Coral Sea’ – acrylic on textured canvas)

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Miriam Louisa’s different blogs:
this unlit light (with more of Miriam’s writing and poetry)
The Awakened Eye (Miriam’s blog on Art and the unknowable)
Echoes from Emptiness (from Miriam’s notebook)

– Miriam Louisa’s poetry page on ‘One The Magazine’.

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DE50897D-6F8F-43B4-B149-44EDD7EFA8CBMiriam Louisa Simons is an auto-didactic artisan and a teacher of art and design, textile art and craft. Over the years, she has also been a facilitator of workshops exploring creativity and consciousness. Out of a lifelong dedication to spiritual inquiry, she is the creator of several excellent blogs on the non-dual journey. In her own words, she is now gloriously retired to studio practice, scribbling and quiet wonderment. “My work, as I see it, is to cultivate the garden of creativity by being so wholly present that I am absent, disappearing entirely into the movement of making, and marvelling at what gets made. Later – often much later – meaning might arrive. Or not.”

Wondering Mind Studio (On Miriam’s artwork)

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Suggestion:
Voices from Silence (other poems from the blog)

 

The Old Mansion

Two short writings, poems, that came to me while at a retreat:

 

The old mansion was taking it all
The songs of amazing grace 
The whispers of friends chatting softly

It was a week where beauty took its share
Giving to all and giving to me
Showing what an allowing space can do

It was like a burning fire 
Infused by the warmth of many happenings, 
Of each of our sweet hearts,
Leaving ashes of love behind

 

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The vales and tops of Wales
Have come our way another time 
For a meeting in consciousness 
Another beautiful embrace

Between unease, heart openings
Questions were put into the fire 
Grappling with an understanding
Asking for a dissolution 

But there was more for us to come
For it blossomed against all odds

In the old mansion nothing less
Than an apotheosis of Love

 

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Text and photo by Alain Joly

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Suggestion:
Voices from Silence (other poems from the blog)

 

 

The Intelligence of Chaos

The first line of this poem: ‘Trust the intelligence of chaos’, is a phrase borrowed from Jeff Foster. I was inspired with these few lines after reading it…

 

Trust the intelligence of chaos

It wants to find its way
Through layers of you

It wants to knock at your door
And make you open your heart

It wants to be protected by you
And let itself melt into your emptiness

It wants to see that it is not a bad guy
To be looked upon and pushed away

It wants to be found inexistant
In the inexistence that you are

It wants to be your friend
Claim your love again and again

It wants you to know that it cares
You only can find its implicit order

 

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Poem by Alain Joly

Photo by Nicki Gwynn-Jones

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6E052D74-E6E9-433B-A389-30CB554DE9B1Nicki Gwynn-Jones is a British photographer currently living in Orkney, a group of islands north of Scotland. She has a passion photographing birds, and the coastal life around, full of a wilderness shaped by wind and water. In 2012 she was awarded a Fellowship in Visual Art by the Royal Photographic Society. 
Nicki’s Websitenicki gwynn-jones

 

Suggestion:
Voices from Silence (other poems from the blog)