Riding

I'm riding through the wind now, riding through the wind.

It's blowing in my ears.

There is nothing to lose now, nothing to lose:

except everything.

Bless our redundancy. Bless the loss.

Endless Sun

The sun comes a long way
To give us
A touch of its ray:

And it shines for no reward
Other than to give.

Endlessly and unconditionally
It shines forth.

Rarely do we give thanks
Or turn our heads sunwards.

We used to do this, in the
Days of our remembrance.

As sons and daughters we are cared
for continually; even as we whimper.

Merciful Father, compassionate globe;
Our endless sun.


10.51
26.2.06

It's time to change the world

The wonderful site Worldchanging presents issues on changing the world - from environmental sustainability, emerging technologies, molecular engineering, civil participation... as they state on their site:

'Worldchanging shows us a different world - the future we could create. A bright green future, a sustainable, prosperous, dynamic future for all. On a planet full of problems, Worldchanging calls attention to solutions, illuminating tools, models and ideas for building that future.

We have a choice to make. We can build a future of green products and industry, renewable energy and leapfrogging technologies, clean water and fresh air, livable cities and healthy children. Or we can have another kind of world'

To see a slide show of some thoughtful world pictures - go here - and view the slides (choose your format - I would recommend windows media as it downloads without crashing).

Secrets need expressing

Again, I pop over to visit the PostSecret site, and am moved by all the expressions, confessions, revelations, and admitions...

This is the week of Valentine: despite it being a commercial exploitation, it is also a time where emotions are expressed.... and PostSecret has its share.

I wrote this poem a few years previously: perhaps now is a suitable time for a re-surface:

ST. VALENTINE’S DAY



St. Valentine’s Day
Is a great day
For lovers:

But why one day
When we have
Every day for this?


10.30pm
14.2.98

A Beautiful Reflection

I always remember the lines,

'Let us go now, you and I,
as the evening spreads out against the sky,
like a patient etherised upon a table'

Of course I paraphrase, I hope its correct:

T.S. Eliot - 'The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock'

I taught this poem to students for 2 years whilst teaching English literature in
Istanbul, Turkey....

...remembering also how the poem ends...

'I should have been a pair of ragged claws,
skuttling across the floors of silent seas'

...'I grow old, I grow old,
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled'

In the years that live me, I shall never fear the growing old.

I shall embrace. It is the beauty of experience.
No experience is universal.
It is lived within us like a myriad of mirrors.

Humanity is like a room full of mirrors:

I hope we form a beautiful reflection.

Every thought etched in fire

There is a line from Mikhail Naimy's 'The Book of Mirdad' that resonates with what has been said many times in different ways...and yet never seems to lose its truth:

'So think as if your every thought were to be etched in fire upon the sky for all and everything to see. And so, in truth, it is. So do as if your every deed were to recoil upon your heads. And so, in truth, it does.'

Every thought and act is remembered, and has an effect. Nothing exists in a vacuum.

We can be the creators of our own future.

Love is the Law, Love under Will

A sleepy golden storm

There is a past, a present, and a future - always


"I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,
yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new,
in city and in forest they smiled like me and you,
but now it's come to distances and both of us must try,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye."