Thursday 27 February 2014

The Flame

(photo: Adam Scott Miller)


"Have you no thought, O dreamer, that it may be all maya, illusion?
-Walt Whitman


Upon the meditations of consciousness this poem reaches, where consciousness is boundless, intimately connected to this earth as the one true consciousness we incarnate. Its symbol, an inverted journey upon the inside of a flame, is a journey of healing the layers of collective mind through the inner life cycles we master. For he who heals oneself heals the world. It is in accordance with the descriptives of existence being called the samsara flame, the life flame distilled until what remains is the crystal essence... And so Amitābha my friends...





Saturday 8 February 2014

A Venerable Space in the City...

(graff from unknown source, please advise if you know...)




The beauty of the calculus machine that is the city comes through in this poem. About a spontaneous experience found walking for fitness at 4.30 am between Fawkner park and St. Kilda beach, it explores a moment through the entanglement of speed, metal, plastic and tarmac, that reaches out to us from time to time. A moment so indescribable that in its oasis, rips the veil held over micro existence, and so for us to sigh at the true pace of things... in joy my friends...