However beautiful,
No pebble on the beach.
You were my touchstone.
And yes,
I have now smelt the perfume of the Gods.
If only for precious moments
Opened the gilded door
And walked through.
Set foot on hallowed ground,
Taken refuge where my soul longed to be,
In the sunlit meadow of my dreams.
Bathed in love and light,
Healed and nourished,
Elevated by experiences of wonder.
It was the miracle of how the needs,
The spiritual hunger
Of two separate physical beings,
Two fractured souls,
Could fit together so perfectly,
Like long lost pieces of some ancient code
That, once re-united, yielded up energies,
Ecstasies and insights beyond our imagining.
That was the key.
And far beyond any love affair
With its own predictable half-life
Of intensity, its cycle of emotion.
Instead a permanent path
That, once illuminated,
Goes ever onward – a way home…
Be you a babe in arms,
Newly flush with life,
An infant excited,
A lover who has never felt more alive.
However young and fresh faced
However delighted, dulled or weary,
The experience of age is in your every move,
Your every thought, your every instinct,
Each breath you take.
Imagine the storyboard of your life.
The inspirations and ecstasies,
The struggles and despair
And, just for a moment,
Gaze back and see a fluid pattern.
How the river of your life has twisted and turned
How it has gathered, coalesced
And how it nudges you still,
How it eases you gently forward.
Like the hands of the clock that shift so softly,
Though we can’t quite discern it,
Notice how your own golden harvest piles up,
And with it its tithe, both in its glory
And ultimately its tax upon you for life’s bequest.
Remember that everyday you still awake,
With good fortune and opportunity,
To the gathering warmth of a new day.
Taken from the rooftop of a Hossam’s flat in Giza – thankyou for your hospitality, my friend…
The perpetual riddle of life.
How a host of individual
Spiritual entities
Can be seemingly cast carelessly adrift
On a vast, ancient sea of neural messages
That is the collective unconscious.
Perhaps though,
Even when considered all together,
We are no more than an impulse,
A shiver in the breeze,
The merest hint of presence
In an echo of loneliness.
All unconsciously following
A starlit scatter trail of dreams
That one day might lead us
To a glorious point of transformation,
When the best of our psyches
Will fuse together like a thunderbolt.
Much as how long, long ago,
Just one piercing blow
From a Mayan tomahawk
Could smash a single skull asunder.
And thus make our world anew,
Shower it with enlightenment never ending.
VIDEO by Per Svensson:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ywf_G6hrCMQ
Amazing Egypt – ancient echoes of enlightenment…
Sometimes illuminations come to us
From a past so long ago
That to fathom them is a test.
But, be they the narrowest,
Most piercing of insights,
Or the broadest
Warmest of floods imaginable,
Gather in the light as it comes.
Tend it,
Burnish your day whilst you can.
For, in all the spaces in between,
See how the devil gapes…
And what space he has to do his mischief!
The time to consolidate such moments
Often hangs by a thread,
When there are so many in the world
That might seek to swallow such blessings whole
And smother them in darkness.
Drown them in their own constant,
But clever discrimination
Of selfish need, greed and ambition
That instead demands a foil,
A litany of vacuous praise, of reassurance,
A monument, a Godhead even!
What fools…
So much beauty
Slaughtered needlessly
On the altar of achievement.
And for what?
When, beyond all this vanity,
There are so many more powerful hinges
Into the graceful and the divine.
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