And then there’s meditating.
When one wants to meditate
One tells oneself to meditate.
‘Meditate!’ one says to oneself.
Upon which one meditates
And wonders why one speaks to oneself
In such a manner.
The wonderer, the ‘Meditate!-or’,
The meditator beyond them both.
Why wouldn’t the wise man
Want to enter again a life?
Finding out what is allowable
In this new domain, this realm,
This future, this ‘otherwhere’ and
‘Otherwhen’, this next chapter.
As a child, what society around him
Would smile benignly as he would
Brag, assert, demonstrate, argue,
Test, hypothesize, explore and discover.
Til his former will was tempered
In the love of this evolved world,
The child, seemingly and evidently,
A denizen of former assumptions.
In the pleasure of our
Lies the capacity
Like a snake
For us to hide like it was a taboo.
And turning away
We act this out
And mask our expression with assertion.
The right to explore our taboos.
Like a child wondering what is allowable.
Would that we witness ourselves
And be witnessed in our joys.
Getting up early
Placing the chair where
I can witness for once (out of bed)
“The Arrival of the Ducks”
(followed by the pair of doves).
Scattering the cat biscuits
Far and wide like
I am sowing seed in the dawning light
When arrives Frodo the Cat
Who softly, with surprise, grazes.
Jesus of my aspiration
What soft wisdom did you possess?
In long-haired dark-skinned manhood
What conviction did your body bear thus?
Through you what faith of ages
Were we able to perceive?
What infinity and eternity
In endless eyes and breath?
When you wore the soft cloths
Of garment that touched your feet,
How tall was the soft-folded hood
That touched your gentle forehead?
What eyes shadowed in their fire
Burned with infinite mystery beneath?
(Christchurch shootings, 15-3-19 RIP)
Blessings on Islam
Holy brothers and sisters
From the Western Shores, of Christendom
From our common ancestor in Abraham
From the monk to the priest to the mosque to the imam
Blessings on Islam, Blessings on Christendom
There is only one God, and has all Names.
These images in fields of grains growing in nature,
Are powerful images of balance and beauty and integration.
Some medicine for the people of Aotearoa,
As we are restored and restory-ed beyond violent disruption.