Sunday, February 26, 2017
bumping over country roads.
The peace and timelessness
of a world where as yet
nothing is out of place.
Villages and potholes make way
for cows, dogs, palm trees
a lone figure squatting.
Then suddenly there...
The outline of a lake shore
visibility of a few square meters
the muted calls of life waking up.
The mind made world switched off
disappearing in the wonder
of birds doing their thing.
Sunday, February 19, 2017
Do we dare to stand alone?
Dare to question the status quo?
Everything we hold dear?
Everything we are used too?
Our conditioning has been instrumental in providing us a safe
environment for us to grow up and then find
our place in the world.
And when we have grown up do we dare to question
everything we have become so used too?
Everything which tells us that we are soo and soo?
Nationality, cultural identity, gender, family traits, etc.
And for sure these are elements we know
we are carrying with us.
Our luggage if we hold this too close to us,
and let it confine us.
An identity which can weighs us down.
Or are these just elements we play with as we come
to realise that we are more than the things which appear?
Sometimes it needs courage to first dare to stand apart
from what we have always known to be me.
In order to create a distance from which we can see
that we are more than the elements which appear.
We are also the space in which everything shows itself.
And we are as well the perceiving capacity by which
we know ourselves to be and this and that.
We are the sky and the weather.
A seamless continuum always in process
and always at rest at the same time.