The Above & Below Hand.......

 

From the depths of creation
Touching the panorama
Of the essence of life

Sunlight Emancipipation......

 

An eruption
The cascading joy
Flowing forth
Emancipated
In the truth
Of glorious sunlight

As the Wheel Turns Once Again.......

Letters, words, thoughts, images surrender themselves in the process of personal emancipation, which may lead to group emancipation, and as the full moon bears witness to an eons old process, the sentient being struggles with the day to day reality, and no matter how far one thinks that one is on this wondrous, joyous path of discovery of one's own spirituality and being mindful of what is at stake, there will be the times that no matter how confident and self assured, one will slip into a pocket of darkness, which turns out to be a crossroads of opportunity, if one so chooses, or it could be the bog that holds one transfixed and immobilised with fear, as the mind loses the intensity and the focus on the greater picture, and even then this pastiche, a frozen moment in time, which may seem to drag on for an eternity, there will always be the decisions that one ultimately has to make and whether one fights or takes flight, the core of one's essence takes the toll of the constant manifestation of the deluge of events, which are seemingly without reason and without control, and as this filters through the organism , no matter how dire the situation is in real time, there is always that moment in one's life, where the feeling and the external emotion of what was felt, has to be remembered, in order for an anchor to be weighed in the landslide of events, to be able to leave the events and the cards where they fall and return to a space of wholeness from whence the battle of self will continue with a renewed vigour, without the grabbing onto the periphery and honing into a selfless act of connecting with others and trying not to be the taker, but the giver, while in the discernment of the language that one conveys outwardly lies the key to a mindset, which in itself, is a key in being able to gain perspective in the turn of events, and to be able to lighten the load of reconciling the emotional impact of what one senses were events directed in a personal way and taking this energy and turning it into a springboard, to propel oneself into another classroom of learning, which will ultimately leave one feeling more empowered, more confident and more able to make sense of a puzzle, as the pieces start to drift together of their own accord and the energy patterns, that are there, seem to flow with the energy imprint of this sentient being, and in the surrender, the choices open up and the multiple opportunities that exist, like fireflies dancing on a darkened night, and in the process leaving one with a sense of oneness, as all seems to be just as it should be, and the wheel of life turns once again.

In the Mirrored Room.............

 

In the mirrored room
Of life
An encapsulating
and
An unfolding experience.....

A perspective engagement
A courageous intention
Revisited
Once again

The Unfolding Experience........

 
Facing up to the spontaneity of the moment
Realising
Having passion
Exuding faith
In the path of one's life
The enabling factor
To have true freedom
and
fly

In the Quietness...............

Standing in the quietness of the darkness, I hear the wind singing through the branches, as the leaves energise themselves in the chatter of the unseen force, which touches them with the choice to either stay on the branch or fall off and return from whence they have come.

In the solitude of the darkness, balanced precariously in the fortitude of the stillness, the night comes alive with the possibilities and is blessed and caressed in the luminescence of energy which turns the night from a place of fear into an Eden of well being and harmony.

On a path filled with no path, the choice of direction is intuitive and the ability to trust in the whole, leads one to find the wheel of essence.

The existence of this wheel in the circle of life is to travel from the outer core to the inner core and onto the hub.

There is an invitation, to be embraced in the darkness and to come out and play.
Remembering the moments of youth, where the shoulder and the back did not feel as if life was under the oppressive weight of all around.

In the darkness, the realities of what is real and what is not, rely as much on the amount of preprogrammed thoughts and expressions one is willing to allow and choose and how close is the fear to one's heart.

Mind games and tricks turn an illusion into a reality and vice versa.

To look at the oyster shell on the seabed as it mingles with the rest of the inhabitants, is to see, what is, from a single perspective.

To retrieve the shell and prize it open is to reveal the inner beauty of a pearl and this is a different perspective.

The sea shell is inert, but the essence remains long after. .

How to translate this to the human experience and journey.
When one is prepared to open up and surrender and be vulnerable, the results of this are to change and transform one, as has never been known and what will be experienced and seen is the beauty and the essence of the authenticity and truth of a sentient being, which is able to expand as far as it's own prescribed destiny.....which is infinity.

Looking Out, Through and Beyond....

 

A new life
Looking out
Looking through
Looking beyond...

The subtle confines and parameters of the fishbowl of perceptions

The Duality......

 
The duality of the species......

A looking out...
A looking in...

A swimming with the flow of universal energy

The Textured Essence Hand........

 

When the textured essence of life
Lies not only on the surface......

It emanates from the inner core
outwards.....

The Treadmill Perspective...................

Treading water is an energy consuming endeavour, which eventually leads to saturation and exhaustion.

What if there was a different way to keep one's head above the water, but more importantly raise oneself up and eventually begin to walk on water.

Changing the perspective of how one sees oneself and then how one is able to see what is around one, while interfacing with all the multi layered facets that present themselves.

In the exercising of the body, there are two ways in which one is able to accomplish this.
There is the muscle bunching and the muscle stretching.
Bunching increases the bulk of the vehicle and requires large input and large output of fuel and energy.
The body gains in size and expands in a ratio the amount of fuel and effort.

Stretching requires a lot less fuel and energy, causing the body to slim and have a lot of energy when finished.

How does this relate to changing one's perspective and what about the supreme muscle that all are gifted with-----the brain.

When all one see is oneself treading water, what other perspectives are available?

It is only in the release of the emotional content of one's life---- the surrender, that one is able to take oneself onto the next step of the journey and discover the essence of who one truly is.

Sometimes it might seem that this pre occupation with self is but a selfish act and that it has to do with the ego and vanity.

In the reading of someone else's thoughts, a picture develops and a judgement is made.

How easy is it to look at something and have an opinion.
Does one ever truly get the whole story and is there a time when one allows oneself the space to suspend this judgement and get to the essence.

Perfection is never perfect.....

Stretching the body and more importantly stretching the mind, allows one to take the next step and fulfill one's true potential.

If one is not able to know oneself, then how is one ever able to know another!

The Connective Hands......

 

Connectivity of all species
through nature
Holistic bridging
Unity of intention and action

The Duality of the Shadows..........

 
In the merging of the existant duality of self
Emerges a wholeness
By extension of the confluence of our own influence
All becomes one

The loss of innocence....From a seedpod to infinity....

The loss of innocence may come sooner or later, but when it finally descends on one without the realisation that the event has actually transpired in real time, then there is a slow down in the awareness levels of curiosity and the willingness to transcend that which is.

This does not mean that one is never able to succeed at anything.
There are many who have lost their innocence, but have gone onto do great things for themselves personally and for society.

Until one faces the most important hurdle, which is getting to know self, there will always be the emptiness, no matter what one accumulates in the struggle for survival and arrival.

One could always be philosophical or wax lyrical, be overly poetic or just be straight down the line, on the most basic level, but it is in the understanding of the whole, while not getting sucked into a tunnel of processes and procedures only, that one is able to pay attention to the details without just giving it the lip synching service.

Where does the string begin to unravel and where and at what point is the plot lost?

In business there are many organisations and corporations reaping substantive profits, but in the process of maximising their profit line they have forgotten the most important component of their business and that is not their customers but their staff.

The breakdown in the work ethic and the productivity is due to , in a majority of cases, the belief that people are easily replaced at a cheaper overhead.

Logically that might be the case!

When a general in charge of infantry wants to achieve a certain objective, there will always be the expected collateral damage.

By looking at people as expendable commodities, one does not give credit to the inherent capabilities of any individual.
Following through with that the intention is only to produce and the byline and mission statements of attention to detail and customer service are but sounds passing through the portals of an empty building.

The only way to achieve more with less is for a paradigm shift to occur.

Being in a dynamic situation requires the leadership to be dynamic and flexible, and to make sure that all those who follow are aware or at least have an understanding of the process.

Any farmer of fruit will be able to clarify and relay the attention to details that goes into producing a crop of fruit.

Nothing can be taken for granted, if one wishes to achieve the maximum yield, while ensuring that the quality is present.
The better the quality---the better the price.

If all experience is a learning curve and if history is the ultimate learning curve, then how come the interest in assimilating other learning curves has dwindled and in some cases is not even present.

What is it in human nature that prevents the assimilation of the essence of what has transpired and taking it forward ?

How is one able to effect such a shift in the context of our chaotic world?

Ultimately it is back to the individual to have certain realisations about their own purpose in life and how that meshes with the whole.

For some this is not even a factor.

Even under the harshest conditions there are those who are able to raise themselves above their situation and assimilate what has happened and in some cases is still happening and have the ability to transcend the experience, even if it fulfills a lifetime.

In essence one should not categorise transformation into a box.
If it is not the nationality, religion, colour ,creed or location, then it must be something that is inside all of us, which when tapped into, provides the ability to expand and grow as a spiritual being and not limiting it to one particular field of endeavour.
It is the ability to have a micro focus, which is the essence and a macro focus which is the whole.

In a apple orchard, wondering through, one could pick up an apple and dissect it.
Under close scrutiny one would be able to see the texture of the outside and the inside flesh.
There would also be the colours and the smell and the seeds that nestled in their very own compartments.

Look around and see the surrounding trees.
Move upwards and one might see the extent of the orchard and even further, all the buildings and then the neighbouring farms and as one gets further one starts to see things as they truly are in a broader perspective and most importantly the inter relationship that exists between all.

From outer space, we have the whole of the earth where all the man made boundaries disappear and all that remains is an orb in a sea of darkness, shrouded and swathed in clouds.

Wait! there is only one side......the other side is not visible.

The point is that we are limited by our own perspective and our ability to see all the connections.

So!.......even with the loss of innocence, all is a possibility, if one gives oneself the permission to expand and lose the fear of remaining in the seedpod of an apple for an eternity.............

The Anchor Hand..........

 

The root of life
An anchor
Held firmly
In the palm of one's hand

Beyond the senses...........

Touching it
Feeling it
Tasting it
Smelling it
Seeing it

When all is beyond the senses
More than touch
More than feeling
More than taste
More than smell
More than sight

Going beyond the parameters
Traversing
Transcending
Beyond a present comprehension

Where there is no space
where there is no time
Beyond the space- time continuum

A merging
The essence of self
With
The essence of universal energy

To be one with the root
Oneness with all
Wholeness in creation

A return
A coming home
A cyclic exponential journey
An expression of free will
Overlaid
The committment
The stone tablets of destiny

A fulfillment
In the firmament
In the sacredness
The universal energy grid

The Fish Hand........

 
Flowing with the stream
in the moment
of conscious authenticity

the garbaceous effluent hand....

 

In a sea
of our own garbage
Do we decide
when enough is enough
Will the effluence
of our affluence
eventually overtake us
Poisoning
all that is touched

In the absence.......In the presence............

In the absence
In the presence

In the presence
In the absence

Twin souls
Searching for each other
Searching for the unity

To find a fragment of one's own energy
One's own root
No evidence to prove
No evidence to disprove

A quality of wondrous juxtaposition
A puzzle of epiphanous meaning
A dexterous inculcation
An evolution of absolution

A soul mate in hiding
Lost and now found

A vibrational equality
Synthesis in the microcosm
Wholeness in the macrocosm

How far ?......
How long ?.....
How wide ?.....
How ?..........

No questions
Complete understanding

A mute talks with the loudest voice
A deaf person hears the music in the silence
A blind person is able to see all

All is evident
All is relevant

Through time
A cycle repeated
A cycle of accumulation
A cycle of understanding

In the absence.......always the presence
In the presence......the harmony

The Elemental Hand.......Altered Perspective...

 

In the stillness
As the perceptions alter
The elemental signs appear

Beauty in an altered perspective

Wafting in on a chilled breeze........

Filaments
Luminiferous
Dancing lights
Wafting in on a chilled breeze

Charged neurons
Cavorting
Overjoyed
In the lightness of shadows
Rhythmic chanting
Pulsating
To the beat of one's heart

A body
Once held
In suspension
Emotions freed
Rejoicing

Captivated momentarily
Vision unplugged
Sensorial delights unfold
On the road
To wholeness

A walk
A run
Through the darkness
Of resident madness
A headlong confrontation
With the intention of spirit
A parlay
On the road to destiny
A choice
On the crossroads
Of one's own evolution

Filaments
Luminiferous
All the dancing lights
Wafting in on a chilled breeze

The Helix.........

 
Connecting
Intersecting
The essence of the helix becomes evident

The Old Man...

 
Sinking to my knees
I feel the earth between my fingers
Touching the face....
Connecting
With the wise old man.....

The Magik Triangle.......

 

It appears
It disappears
Dissecting the paralells
Observations
Through the magik triangle

Seagull Magik

 
Forever there
Watching
Observing....

Magik Apparition...

 
Appearing
A momentry wisp of magik
Floating by

The Fruitbowl Hand.......

 
Salivating in the darkness
Luminescing choices
Being one with the outcome.....

Floating.......

 
Floating
On a sea of clouds
On a couch of leather dreams

The Mystique.....

 

Flowing with the mystique
A sea of resolutions
A sea of choices
A sea of results
Issued forth
From the lips of mother nature
Rebirthed in the authenticity and truth of self

The Path..........

The skin tightens
Cold shivers
Play in the grey surrounds
Water splashes
All around me

A space of dryness
Across a square
A lonely piazza
Emptied
With the falling rain

A Chinese dragon
Stands aloft
Sentinell
To a closed abode

In the quietness
In the dryness
A sense of peace
A sense of contemplation
Extrapolation of the realities
Verification of the truths
Extruding the essence
Leaving the physical
Finding the emptiness
Leaving the manifestations
Out of the physical
Entering the space of spirit
Travelling the unmarked road
Delving past the thought
Floating
In a sea of tranquility
Embraced
In the moment of truth
Losing
Form and shape
Tendrils and filaments
Illuminate the path
All around
The glow
All around
The love

I have come home
I am the energy
I am my path

Seasonal Change..............

On a darkened shadow, in the wings, lying in wait, ruminating on the probabilities and the possibilities of an emotional outcome, while the summer starts to fold it's rays of radiant sunshine and the air sends cold shivers and goosebumps, up and down my body as I feel the impending change of the status quo, which presented a surprise when all that was, was no more, as the past sank slowly into the quicksand of memory and the future seemed a blur, which made the present even clearer and as the energy of the moment broadened it's horizons, there was this deja vu and the warmest feelings of completeness, as the leaves began to gently fall to the ground, held in suspension in a freeze frame of change and each aspect of life fell into the pieces of the puzzle, which began to make sense and what seemed like the time spent having a coffee break, the heat of the sun played down on my body and looking up, the first green shoots started to sprout on an expectant landscape and it was in that moment, that all was and is, as it should be.

The Feathered Moment Hand........

 
A discovered moment
Fleetingly present
Untamed in the spontaneity

The Dream Boat.......

 
Reflected in the pool of the imagination
A sailing boat
Filled with the entities of all souls
Awaiting
Castigating
Encouraging
The dream......
A reunification of the oneness

Setting sail to wholeness

The Anchor..............

 
The anchor
To preserve stability
or
To entrench immobility

Casting away the anchors of the mind....
Surrendering to the current of life...

The Past.... in the Present ....for the Future

Revisiting the past
In a new present
Creating the reality
Mastering the moment....
In the now

Creatively inspired
Revisiting the present
Insights from the past

A new day
A dawning of self
Rising up through the darkness
Illuminating
Being illuminated

A cycle
Interests vested

Delving
Beyond the obvious
Asking the questions
Moving beyond the past
Returning from the future
Capturing the present


Knowledge of the past
Paths taken

Assumed knowledge of the future
Paths to be taken

The moment of the now.....
Direction to implement
Affecting the future
Impacting the past

The Last Vestiges of Light.............

The last vestiges of light leave my visual panorama of natural delights and the awareness increases as the darkness envelops me in it's comforting blanket of self assurance, while the tingling and rippling sensation, just underneath the skin waxes with it's own modulations and rhythms, as the temperature around me drops, like a feather from a distant tree.

My body starts to emanate a enveloping warmth and develops into an all encompassing heat, which send shimmers of energy through the darkness acting as a beacon for all fauna, who have been drawn here to forage.

The breeze starts to move itself like a reluctant geriatric at first and then takes on the stride of a marathon runner, who has endless stamina but none the less paces themselves for the long haul.

While the voices of reciprocity are able to make themselves heard, as i slowly drift off to be part of the great Sensurround and in the flickering light of a colony of fireflies, all that remains in the clearing is an impression in the soft sand, where I once stood.