When I die.When I die I want those of you who are still around And who love me To share in my ashes In the proportion that my spirit remains with you According to the principles of the Tao And I want each of you To hold my ashes in your presence Until such time As you realize what is the fitting way For you to return those ashes to the earth And as you return those ashes Whether in the rain or the sand, The sea or the soil Whether fertilizing a tree Or blowing in the wind, I want you to consider that these elements Which I had temporarily rented Are the stardust of the universe Which momentarily hung together To permit my spirit to emerge And that spirit still remains within you As ripples in your soul And I want you to temper any sadness With the joy of the love My spirit brought to you And to feel the blessing Of the miracle we shared Of our temporary conscious presence Together As part of the infinite universe of Energy coalescing Into life.
What’s the point?
The beauty of it is that when you arrive at the point
You see that it’s connected to another point
And another point
And so many other points
That you begin to recognize
That it’s really
Not a point after all
And you see that the full stop
Is really so full
With everything that’s come before
And everything still to happen
That it’s really not a stop
Just a coming and a going
A moment to pause
And when you get to the period
You look up and see
That it’s all part of a much greater period
That encompasses all the other periods
That have been
And are yet to come
At which point
You notice that the point
Is one point in an infinite connection of points
That fill the universe
And that the point of it all
Is no point at all
Trust that the breath you exhale
Will be followed by another one
In its own good time.
Trust that the wind biting your skin
Will eventually give way to
The warm kiss of the sun.
Trust that smiles invite,
That frowns conceal,
That eyes can be a gateway to the soul
And that words don’t always mean
Exactly what they say.
Trust that hurt will lead to closure
For a while
Until it’s over
And you open up again
A little bit stronger.
Trust that the bird gliding overhead
Won’t deposit droppings on your face
And if it does
You can always clean it off.
Trust in trust.
Trust in the fact that
Trusting won’t always take you where you want to go
But not trusting
People – rhythm – dancing – rising. Waking from a deepened slumber. “It’s OK” a voice inside me. Breaking through the walls enclosing. ————-
Music – rhythm – waking faster. Shattering the glass enclosure. Freedom calls the joyful dancer. Cruising on the waves of laughter. ————-
Does the gull consider falling? Do the waves forget their swirling? Does the ecstasy take pause to fear As it flies through the rhythms of joy?
It’s easy, you see, to find the li,
Since the li’s all around, everywhere you can see.
When you hear that bird tweet in the trees
When you feel the warm sun through the breeze
Then you’ve found it, you’re in touch with the infinite li.
It’s easy, you see, to find the li,
Except when we lock it away for no-one to see
When we seal it up with the barriers of self
Through our constant pursuit of happiness and wealth,
Then we blind ourselves to the infinite li.
It’s easy, you see, to hear the li
Since it’s bubbling up all the while within me
Those trillions of cells dancing effortlessly
Cheek-to-cheek in free choreography,
I’m in touch with – I am – the infinite li.
It’s easy, you see, to feel the li
When you surf the waves of the ceaseless sea
When dancing the dance of ecstasy.
Since love is the li’s connectivity
My li is in you, and your li is in me
So our li is our true immortality.
I give thanks to the trees, the sun, the trails, the wind, for being there.
I give thanks to my lungs for breathing me.
I give thanks to Pete Townsend for Baba O’Riley.
To Keith Moon for drumming me.
To Roger Daltrey for singing to me:
“I don’t need to fight to prove I’m right.
I don’t need to be forgiven…”
I give thanks to William Blake for telling me
“You never know what is enough until you know what is more than enough.”
I give thanks to my mind for carrying me along in its currents.
I give thanks to my li for sustaining me.