2026-06-14

I want words to fall from my lips Like jewelled rubies I want to stand tall and see the wind Pass through me like i'm made of glass

I want to love the whole f'd up world Like my newborn sleeping softly beside me I want to rage with the fire of a thousand suns And for no-one to get burned

I am full of contradictions Because I fall down again and again Before the simplicity of accepting each instant Just as it is

It seems so easy, so simple to say But the mathematics of zen are like that Easy to state, but lifetimes are measured In the making of a proof

This day started with so much promise The ease of dancing children in the morning light Then the descent: simple, sturdy presence Ripped to shreds before my eyes by a babies complaint

And yet it is that pain, that suffering Most of all of our inadequacies That brings us back to now, ever again And some small shred of hope

Not even hope, for that is to mis-speak that is ego-mind again, seeking something Rather, it is the simple act of returning Of presencing the ever-unfolding that we are part of

I went outside towards the end of evening Spent, overwhelmed, seeking a moment's respite From the endless whirlwind And as i sat, looking up the valley

I saw a cat, and then a blade of grass Blowing in the heat-saturated breeze And i thought of its life-span, its illusion And there were none

I am that blade of grass, that sun-soaked cat The grass most of all, flickering in the wind With no illusions of past and future, just part of The great becoming that we all belong to