Nature does not perfect things She is inclusive Man seeks to perfect things And to do so, he cuts Himself apart In perfect isolation While

I am neither this nor that Nor this and that On either side of a dividing line I am the line That flows and grows

In the reality of natural place-time Where energy flows Around and between receptive centres of space Into and out from tangible form Continually transforming In

We all know, really Don’t we? That in our heart of hearts There is no less than zero Inviting flow into form And there is

Please, don’t speak to me of parts and wholes When you know There are no such things In a life that comes and goes In

I am not a commodity You are not a commodity We are not a commodity He, She, It and They are not a commodity .

I never was cut out To be a scientist In conventional terms Abstracted from what I observe All around my self By definition Soulless Heartless

I am not humble I am not proud To present you with my self In all humility Aware as I am In the current of

This isn’t where I wanted to be At the end of my life When I began it This wasteland of broken dreams and thwarted promise

In the end It doesn’t matter If I’m wonderfully right Or dreadfully wrong If no one takes any notice There’s no point in carrying on

If you ask me how it feels To be alone In giving voice To natural inclusion As the fundamental principle Underlying all that is, has

We are participants in Not exceptions from The flow of life As the flow of light As the flow of time Which we receive and

I am grown past caring Past sharing Past daring To put my soul on line Where resistance begins And receptivity ends As an impenetrable wall

As your mind races To pick up the traces Between now and then The where and the when The fly-past And by-passed In circuitous travel

Space is for Being Time is for Becoming Together they make us as we are Dynamically embodied beings In Place-Time Capable of Doing What we

I’ve said it before And we’ll say it again The quintessence of consciousness Is the natural inclusion Of darkness and light Stillness and flux Void

Are all these colourful recollections for real? Or, are they, merely Ramblings of a deluded sole In a world that makes no sense To an

There is something about relentless optimism That fills me with despair That endless boast of positivity That denigrates its counterpart As needless needfulness That no

Sometimes I feel it helps To relinquish the hope That somehow good will come of all this And in that sense of loss To find

As needful living beings – Centres of receptive in responsive awareness Inspiring and expiring From our outer to inner And inner to outer Selves We

Are mutually inclusive Not mutually exclusive Because both are sourced In the receptive & responsive relationship Between space & energy In all material bodies Including

At the end of the day At the end of a life How many of us Simply want to be able to feel That we’ve

He glimpsed a hidden beauty Enshrouded in a veil Calling his attention To come closer and reveal What lay behind her cover Yearning to be

Some say that to be without self Is the only way to be Without suffering . To which, I can only agree For to be

Two ways of knowing Combine to create a Third Sense knows Form Sensibility knows Formlessness Compassion and Creativity know The natural inclusion of Each in

This is something I don’t know When both bring sorrow of a different kind Not the joy that comes with meeting Receptive mind And making

[How we curtail our soulful evolution] We gather shrouds And build sham castles Around our selves To seal our souls within False semblances of of

All arises from and all returns to silence. All dynamically includes and is included within silence. There can be no sound without silence. Silence is

When we disregard what’s intangible – Impossible to grasp Our minds get in a tangle Trying to get a grip On what they cannot see

So Be It These three words come to mind When thoughts unkind Sit on my shoulder Swearing blind Concerning what could or should have been

Every body is a dynamic inclusion of nothingness Which makes it somethingness Temporarily That includes you And that includes me Quite obviously . But when

She can only be illuminated Into material form To realise this Is true enlightenment Not the false dawn That splits the darkness From the night

Ultimately So far as any of us alive can tell In any language There is One reality One Nature of Infinite extent Which has two

There is a systemic problem That adversely affects every human life In every field . The only exit from this problem Is the entrance into

There is a kind of yearning That delights in opening out Accepting its needful readiness For anything that is in your mind To come to

That feeling you have In the midst of your chest Which makes you want To embrace someone or something Is what everything Is ultimately made

Something there is in human mind That doesn’t love the truth That fears being undermined By what comes naturally to us From there to here

I AM the Hole AND I AM the Current So are we all Whether we care to know it or not – Both the Receptive

When the complexity of it all Fills your head to bursting Stay with the simplicity At the heart of it all In the midst of

I am here Always Bathing you In my receptive, omnipresent stillness The silent calmness within and all around Your agitation . I am no threat

The sound of trumpets Disturbed my sleep Calling me to awaken To my African experience of welcoming warmth Receptive and responsive – That pink-handed generosity

Has always been To focus all attention On what can be seen, Heard, touched, smelled, tasted While disregarding What’s immaterial As if it doesn’t exist

There is a voice that speaks through silence Letting us know Who we really are resides in where we really are Inhabitants of a place

I don’t hate anybody Everybody hates me Such is the way of the naturally inclusive middle That everybody loves to exclude From the relentless pursuit

There is a great weariness Which comes of not being heard From calling up courage To speak the truth you perceive In the hope that

This Isn’t What I Wanted When I started on this quest To find my self and loved ones Excluded from the rest That comes from

There is a presence in our skies, Which hardened minds seek only to despise Or shroud in deep disguise Beyond the pale of their restricted

I’m so tired Tired of waiting For a world to turn itself around From continually revolving In opposition to its motion That blocks its circulation

To be a natural pilgrim Is to be a disciple of natural truth Not a follower of fashion Or adherent of false Authority Laying down

To live is to burn In the consuming passion of the fire That takes in and gives out Through the transparency of space The light

The trouble with giants Is when they have bad backs So when you climb on their shoulders To improve your view And see something new

So, you want to know The meaning of ‘Flow’ As the meaning of ‘Life’ Transcending all strife Around and between all bodily form As standard

Underlying Complexity Is Simplicity A co-creative relationship Between Receptive Stillness & Responsive Movement Space & Energy In each other’s embrace Dancing Form Into Loving Life

So, once again, a Nation falls for It The Old Great Lie That severs Self from Neighbourhood The Victor smiles Speaking of Healing and Getting