A simple message breathes into Mind. Immerse your Self in the Receptive Stillness of Space, Within Life,

I know you haven’t asked me And you really don’t want to know But the answer to your unasked question Is no I’m not OK

Life accepts invitations to flow And dresses accordingly It does not force-fit Its self in a box of pretence To the exclusion of others Where

Ain’t no such thing As space Ain’t no such thing As time . Space isn’t material distance Time isn’t material duration Distance is a manifestation

I say this to me As I say this to you All that really goes wrong for us In what we think, feel and do

I am that empty tortoise shell This resonating chamber Made receptive by hollowing out, Which opens up when troubled or awakened By Apollo’s certain put-me-downs

Nature abhors a vacuum And seeks to fill it So the presumption of abstract rationalisation Claims to be true Nature is a vacuum Which it

Day after day Like a child anticipating snowfall in winter I open the curtains of my inner world Looking out for signs of that magical

The Beginning of the End Was in the division of the divisible From the indivisible Whereupon All became One or Many Figures alone Without neighbourhood

There’s nothing more upsetting Than being ignored When that receptive calling for what we need – Food, water, knowledge, understanding, love – To keep us

When two sides contradict each other The Truth Lies Somewhere in Between, Throughout And Everywhere Around In natural circulation Need I Say more?

No, I do not feel excluded from Nature On the contrary Nature is a source of joy, inspiration, wisdom and life itself For me Not

Broken tree shelters Split and cast aside By growing bodies That they had been set in place

Life becomes a dreadful fright When nobody can be trusted Individually or collectively To know or do what’s right Least of all yourself . Is

He looked up at me, with dulled, mournful eyes Torn momentarily from his job in hand By my tacit intrusion ‘What do you want?’ He

I feel I cannot think Of My Self alone As wise For there can be no wise One alone I am not wise I am

You’d have thought it was obvious Wouldn’t you? That a world divided between poles Isn’t a world But a mess At odds with its self

When All is disparate Nothing works To bring what passes Into confluence Around its self In tangible formation From intangible diffusion For a while Before

A river does not decide in advance Where to flow It simultaneously both shapes and is shaped By landscape As it creates and follows Paths

Compassion fruits And Old becomes New In the vitality of heart-mind When receptive influence Transcends executive force . But until then Human life Will remain

Strange as it might seem To recognise our non-responsibility For what happens in our neighbourhood To us and all about us Brings humility and compassion

I am upset by shouting matches Between those who place themselves at Poles Apart I am upset too when the shouters shout at me For

Current flows through time Time flows through current Current is time Endlessly circulating within and pulsing between Bodies Enlivened by current Suspended in Space That

Dear caretakers of the Earth If you truly want people to pay heed To our pressing need To look after the life of our planet

Deep inside me Is a terrified child Craving reassurance That all has been well And all will be well In the end Despite all the

A life deserted By fearful intrusions Leaving nothing to celebrate From past endeavours Is what I am living through As I mourn this passing of

You may live the dream But I am living the loss As all that I have strived for By way of fruitful harvest And contentment

The fear of being discredited Leads me to discredit myself Evacuating my spirit Into ghostly form Without substance to call upon To back up my

How many of us share this feeling of encroaching menace? As the culmination of an irreverent way of life Spent hiding from the true nature

I see no whole I only see enlivened space Which, unlike air Cannot be displaced But is always there And here Bringing nothing to fear

In the Becoming, All was Well A limitless pool of infinite depth Shimmering into form wherever light brought life To her receptive permissiveness For a

As I enter life’s evening of lengthening Shadow And reddening afterglow My prevalent feeling is far removed from contented Mellow fruitfulness It’s much more akin

Life evolves in response To the call To come out and play In the great openness Where opportunity abounds For imagination to run riot Dancing

How does it feel And what does it mean To be excited? . Do you feel it in your bones In your brain In your

Please don’t berate yourself For failing to protect your self From the fear of failing By doing its bidding Which calls you to comply With

Every day I’ve wondered What good am I doing here? Not a lot, it seems So, I’ll simply wish you all fare well And say:

Fear is in Love Love is in Fear Life is love electrified By current that loops Into and out From all bodily forms . The

Every day is a struggle for existence Between two mes A me that feels rubbish Cast aside and treated like muck And a me that

Flowers don’t care to be ignored Flowers flower To drink in welcome visitors So that they may wine and dine On nectar and pollen Held

We have eyes on the front of our faces Giving us binocular vision We have fingers and thumbs Enabling us to grasp and throw We

Some might aspire To climb on other’s shoulders Whence to gain an elevated view Atop a stack of figures Perched precariously From pinnacle to ground

Maybe some day This two-way split Between first, second and third Person Will find the way to heal In the ultimate embrace The endless space

Were you ever taught In your years in school That fractions make factions Which divide and rule The parts of a whole Cut apart from

Let me try to say this again Another way The Transformative Mathematical Move From Abstract to Natural Is the integration of Zero As a dynamic

All we really need to understand To get ourselves out of the fix we’re in Is this:- . Natural information is flow-formation Not digital bits

I don’t want to discuss the pros and cons of unitary or binary logic Both are rooted in misconception What I want to inspire is

Good Reason Makes natural sense of how we actually are In the world as it actually is Based on our actual experience of living As

Can you feel the way you see yourself and others Within the cavity of your heart Improvising your way through life In receptive response to

Imagine yourself Born under cover of darkness In the shade of an umbrella Pierced by peepholes Into an other-worldly radiance That shines on coralline ocean

I live in a tunnel of softly lined walls That melt into distance, beyond past recall And flex as they twist in curves out of

To examine an outcome Then, via a selective process Eliminating all that might have been, To see that as its cause Is a favourite trick

Individuals can only seriously damage communities When communities enable them to do so By providing them with access By way of weaponry and estranged ideas

What’s in Earth’s axis? What can no One be without? What’s in the midst of everything, Everywhere, Every din? Yet ignored by all who seek

I’m a Perceiver Not a Believer I do not worship At the altar of idols or ideals Superhumans or conceptions of perfection That have no

I came across a flower It flowed into my life Its face beamed out a message Cast from sunlight taken up And spun around in

When we know infinite space To be the receptive influence That calls into energetic response We recognise our inner motivation With a sigh of relief

Within every living soul Is an innermost calling To include and be included In the life and love of all Around its self . A

Why would anyone in this wide-eyed world Want to possess anything? When all that’s needed To live, to love, to be loved In natural beauty

Who doesn’t know The joy and terror In human error That swirls and curls Around our core? . The way of life Reaching around And

I wondered then I wonder now I wonder each and every day Just what to say To make a jot of difference To what holds

How can I, how can we Escape those legacies of past pretence? Those lofty aspirations That distract us From being as we are Becoming what

In the dead end It is just as nonsensical To speak of being totally interconnected As it is To speak of being totally separate .

I am proud and humbled To announce That I have won A lifetime non-achievement award From the Human Society for the Prevention of Natural Sense-Making

From inside-out Our gaze is boundless, endless, Never complete We sense the enormity of the eternity In which we belong From outside-in Our gaze is

I have to admit that I Hate Holism Almost as much as I Hate Reductionism Almost as much as I love reductionism Almost as much

All these years of doubt and worry Interspersed with driving, striving Have brought no consolation to my soul I have no past success nor future

Brick walls unite in solidarity Or so I’ve heard When their foundations So absurd Secured upon the very Word That cuts their souls adrift Feel

My life’s work Our life’s work Is to comprehend the reality of Nature Including human nature In a way that helps us To live, love

What we do for love Is priceless What we do for money Is valueless . Energy is natural currency Flowing from abundance to scarcity The

Natural figures can embrace Natural figures can exclude Each other A larger figure Can include a smaller figure But a smaller figure Cannot include a

There’s a subtle but radical Difference Between natural rivalry In diverse community As a challenge To care for the needs of self and loved ones