One Who Sits Alone

There is one who sits alone,

Under the tree.

It looks like he stares into the distance,

Towards the horizon.

And indeed he does,

But he also stares within.

I Sit in Solitude

I sit in solitude on the beach,

In the silent early morning,

To listen to the stirrings of my heart,

And the voice of love,

Who whispers in my ear.

There is joy as the sun rises,

At the boundary of sea and sky,

Its light nourishing my body and soul.

And now,  

A feeling of tears welling up,

And of humble understanding.

In the silence the secrets spring forth,

Revealing themselves,

As the vortex of violet and golden light pulses and swirls at my brow,

And the white light drips down,

Filling me with the pure, blissful light of knowing,

That the Universe is alive,

And so am I.

Science, Nature, Love

Science currently attempts to be absolutely objective. 

Cold, distant....

I want to understand nature by immersing myself in it,

By becoming one with nature.

I want to experience the warmth and closeness of nature.

I want to connect with nature.

I want to understand nature from the heart as well as the head.

The only way to truly comprehend nature,

Is to truly comprehend love.

I Met An Angel

I met an Angel,

Who laughed and smiled!

And with absolute faith and conviction, 

She said to me,

"All will be well,

I know it"!

She seems so familiar I thought,

Maybe I've known her before,

In another life?

And we talked about science and philosophy,

And the nature of reality.

And the evening was filled with Magic!

Do You Ever?

Looking east to the sunrise above the Irish sea from Whiterock beach, Killiney, Dublin.

Do you ever stop?

Do you ever stand still for a while?

Do you ever notice how clouds part silently for sunbeams?

Too Much Noise

Too much noise
Empty noise
Try to be with you
All noise

People, kids, cars
Withdraw my mind

Peace of darkness
Stars flickering
Quiet wind whispering
A duet with the tide
Audible, but humanly unfathomable
A gentle peace
Natural

Your noise
With you
At last!

Lying back
Listening to the sweetest sound of
Nothing

But everything 

I wrote this in the late 1980s. Our house was often busy and there was a tension in the atmosphere there owing to my Dad's illness. There was often the noise of traffic outside too. I used to retreat into my bedroom for some peace This was probably one of my first attempts to meditating...trying to find some peace and quite within and actually achieving it (for once!).

Searching

Lost myself inside my head
Searching for a place somewhere I can call a bed
Think I've been here once before
But I lost myself then I'm sure

Picking up pebbles by a stream
All of them dreams of what I could have been
Packing them in cases to send to the moon
Now I've only nightmares preaching impending doom

Touring a forest of cardboard trees
Each one taunting me of past iniquities
Messages scrawled to tell me how to live
Oh God! How can I tell myself 'forgive'?

Wish I could find just where I am
One day I'll escape from here to another land
But first I've got to unearth this hidden sign
So that one day I can take over someone else's mind

Written in the late 1980's. This one is about cycles of self doubt (in this and other lives?) , the fear of unfulfilled dreams, the limiting effects of past events and the search for stability and contentment. Do I want to escape from myself or the situation I'm in or both? And whose mind is it that I need to take over? I don't know.....I know I should forgive..myself...others? But how?