Wisdom Catalysing a Cascade of Thought

5This morning there was a notice in my email inbox of a piece of writing shared by someone I’m connected with through InterNations, a great social connection for expats and people who spend significant time in cities around the world. While I’m awaiting his permission to share this powerful and beautiful poem, the following thoughts immediately flew from my heart to move my fingers:

It’s tragic that so many people are seeking for what they yearn for outside their own skin, heart, head and spirit, utterly unaware that the desire to belong, to be known and know, to be loved and love, is an internal quest. It’s time to call an end to the Fool’s Errand  that so many supposed ‘guides’ get us to pay for, sending others out to find the Fountain of You, blindfolded by neediness and greed so the Fountain of You remains undiscovered, it’s potential unoptimised. To harness the passion that flows from the Field of Loving Compassion is the purpose of the gift we call life.

Permission granted! Here’s J. Sam Barr’s poem. Thank you Sam for such a lovely gift from your heart.

Daybreak and it’s dawn of a new day;
as flora and fauna rejoice afresh
In the designs of creation and life’s way;
like the confusion of bonded mesh

A new day starts for many souls;
some in normalcy, some astray
It’s merely a place of flesh and ghouls;
still some are in complete disarray

In one place life accords abundance;
while in another it robs and plunders
In one place it’s sunny with no reluctance;
then over the horizon rain and thunder

In one home the cries of a newborn;
while in another death and sorrow
In one abode a bounty of grain and corn;
but in another destitution and no tomorrow

Many are blessed with security and shelter;
they reap plentifully and waste thoughtlessly
No far away rule poverty and helter skelter;
hunger, butchery, war and sheer misery

The weak and minute run from the mighty;
lest they become fodder and harshly trodden
No matter, for there’re always those more weighty;
they peck at will and devour with blood sodden

Single men are worth a million others;
no tether they are overwhelmed by avarice
Their meals worth a thousand portions of others;
strangely they still espouse injury and malice

Some preach selfless love, charity and devotion;
some promulgate war, destruction and obliteration
Some born frail, no limbs and need contraption;
some powerful, agile and speedy in mobilization

Those whose power wields such supremacy;
a single cruel word worth thousands of lives
But many whose shouts unheard, is normalcy;
some slaughtered yet somewhere a baby survives

There are those seeking cures for longevity;
still some slumber meekly awaiting death’s call
Others may exist in oblivion and marginal sanity;
but seeking eternal life here is the irony of it all.

An Open Love Letter

Today when I saw that this is my 333rd post on the DiaBLOGue, words suddenly began to gurgle up from my heart, and flowing from my brain –its willing slave– made their way down through my fingers and onto the page… [Click on the image to enlarge it]

new song diablogue 333

How often do you find yourself feeling sad, angry and stuck

Does Love often go missing as your emotions run amok?

Why is it your brain’s so intent on manipulating your heart?

What on Earth will it take to give your life a new start?

Continue reading An Open Love Letter

A Request for Help

Simone webA wall mural I long ago painted of a tree in Monterey, California

Today I posted a true story on http://www.mereon.org, called “Simone’s Story”. It’s an account of a remarkable event that occurred in December 1997.

While the request we’re making may seem unusual, the strangeness will either expand or dissolve if you take a few minutes to read it. The story is shared in my new book, “A Footprint in Eternity”, but after all these years it seems important to put it out to the the world in the Internet as well.

The Request: If you will take the time to read this story and find a connection on your INNERnet, how grateful I along with the entire Mereon Team shall be if you will take the time to pass it on. When you finish reading it you will understand why I’m asking for your help.

Yes! I’ll read it!