I was made for Afternoons

day of sun of coffee and pancakes of endurance through long afternoons (Which as you are aware - I was made for) today's theme at the temple life after death the great wide open (to quote Tom P) the beyond when love finally conquers all . . . strange how death brings up so many emotions for us fear dread denial as if that breath you just took will go on forever the older i get the less i fear perhaps I am just fooling myself but there is nothing to fear in the hands of the mystery in the end there is only love to be loved is to be held to be safe to be known for who you truly are St Iraneus used to say be fully alive for there is no greater return for the gift of life i want to feel it all to go deep to do the really true stuff to discover who I am who you are sometimes this is all too much it requires too much leaving too much unknowing which makes me panic and freeze but we must go on when the last breath ...

some days just blah who am i kidding? what do i know about entering the mystery? about anything actually i get insecure i get lost i get confused i stuff up i stuff down two steps forward and one step back now, i know freends this is just the way of it but geezzzzzeeee you'd think after all this time on the road i'd be a little surer a little sounder. this way of casting off is not the easy path its the listening game to yourself to the other to the mystery only travelling with what is needed the one word the single sign the burning coal i do know i believe in love this stays with me when everything else seems to leave i'm a sucker for the romantic the boy meets girl magic makes the world go round and if it goes right then we are all the better for it its only the little story of the big one the love which enfolds sustains creates forgives and renews but still it matters to me. i hope you are in love my friends. i h...

Land flies by a white sphere carrying the future generations father son and princess southerly direction the great highway opens before us: the future the present the past all meld into one flying through the outback suburbs blur train lines join and straighten great power line monsters pace their way across acres of subdivision and chalk markings children cry puppy alternates between wake and sleep we visit the elders we cook and talk and discuss the old time the puppy brings some joy to the bed bound the children bring joy to them all I sit and take it all in for once aware of the moment of its awe of its mystery these days will not always be these too will pass away i will be left i will grieve and i too will pass away in that moment I thought of all those I love of my dearest friends and companions of the great love mystery which enacted us to be drawn together i was thankful i was awed i was humbled by all the love shown to me you who read this are part of this mystery too for...

today was a gathering a meeting a celebration for some. sometimes - in truth, often - it is hard enter the mystery at corporate rituals. simplicity is lost replaced by fussiness a sense of unnatural drama inane music but it is all of a high quality which is what the world demands i long to again tread the abbeys quiet boards to softly chant the ancient lines to still the body quiet the mind allow space and time to speak to me not continuously rally against people and systems that don't understand or want to enter the depths. aching shoulders bear the days burdens even when there is nothing worth carrying.

days lengthen my nights creep slowly shorter early morning calls courtesy of the  new infant canine papers and caffeine the rituals to mark another day week ends what a seven days celebration and pain mystery and mayhem young and old births and deaths beginnings and endings friendship hope loss light darkness in its centre i stand some sort of spiritual hobo worn  yet alive bringing old gifts of truth trust comfort and love sometimes tearful sometimes bemused sometimes just me its been a week if i erred with you friends my apologies and if i helped thank your deity.

beginnings of heat desert wind n uncomfortableness the western south land hides in their transport their castles their place of employ the young are sent out under guise of health only to wilt gently amongst themselves these days the drought of the soul parched land even though summer has just begun bleeding life energy from all it touches I would chase autumn if I could winter n darkness not this endless light n heat restlessness is all pervasive from fitful sleeps to days filled with a sort of dread the heat becomes all consuming all powerful all resistance is useless I give into its pull its gentle allure promises of slowness and sleep and I   gradually fade away