FIVE CIRCLES

SNOWY OWL

My deepest love is for the North….. the North & yes for Winter. My nation is Winter. The north defines every aspect of who I am. How to find a symbol to represent that deep, deep love. I saw a Snowy Owl once sitting silent in the middle of a great expanse of tundra up in the Arctic on Banks Island. That is who I am. The Snowy Owl. I stake that claim. I am powerful in solitude… in the depth of winter. I fly silent as a snow flake in an endless snow fall. I embrace Silence. I embrace the pure white of a field filled with snow. From that point of stillness Time itself never moves & never has moved &  every other possibility blossoms forth. Begin again at the beginning. Begin again. As always. It begins.

EMBRACE

I learned a very powerful lesson last summer. I sought, in myself, to understand whether true compassion existed. Not a fleeting awareness of another being’s suffering.... as though a glass darkly….but a true deep shared experience of what they were going through. I affirmed with adamant certainty that I have that compassion at the source of my being. It is unassailable. That certainty opened an understanding for me that has changed everything. If that compassion absolutely exists in me it exists in the Universe as well. I am but a small shard of the abiding brilliance of the Creation. My compassion is but a drop in the ocean of the Compassion that abides throughout. This was the complete melting of all my resistance. There is a loving presence at the Alpha and the Omega. What I thought was the Void in an instant became the Presence. I am still trying to fully embody the depth & power of this understanding. 

THE ALCHEMIST

What is the arcane quest to turn lead to gold? Therein lies the great mystery that we continue to cloak in our rational pursuit of the tangible. We scientists are  hard-wired to prove everything even when the current version of the facts points to the unknowable. The observer changes that what is observed… a fundamental principle of psychology & of physics. You cannot know the wave-length & the position of a sub-atomic particle (the basic foundation of nature) at any given point of time. So said the great Alchemist Heisenberg. It is only when I loosen my grip to allow the filaments to flow through what I thought I possessed that i actually deduce the coursing of the river. With humility I join the great lineage. The gold of course is simply the awareness... the ever widening sphere that includes my knowing & your knowing & the deeper knowing. It is not a metal. It is a refraction of the lux-emanant. I am not the alchemist. I am the alchemy itself. 

HEXAGRAM

 I dipped the toes of my mind into the ocean of mathematics. Both as a child & as an intrepid thinker. I dabble in the world of sacred geometry. The more I look into this field of beauty & precision the more I feel humbled. I am a poet. I make connections.This is about beauty and the sublime. I am a sometimes scientist. The world of mathematics is about the truth. No mirages... just the stainless steel.. the adamant and crystalline skeleton of what truly is. The mind of the Divine is Mathematics. The heart of the Divine is poetry. All we can do as mere mortals is aspire. I aspire to enter the mind of the Divine but to embody the heart of the Divine. There is nothing to fear. Just ease back into the easy chair of yourself. It is unfolding as it must and as it will.

ANCIENT OF DAYS

There are so many names. So many images. Do not get confounded, bewildered, baffled. Be still & know. Be still. In that stillness..... from that single point everything ..... everything.... emanates.... evolves... encompasses. Even a glimpse suffices. Even a crack of light below the door. Even the gentlest breeze. Unfolds. Enfolds. A deep breath. A slow sigh. Behold.  Returning. Arriving. Behold.

PURITY

At the end of the inhalation… at the edge of exhalation…. there is a pause. In that pause the crack opens & all I need to know is revealed. It is the pause at the end of the arc of the child's swing. The suspension at the top of the grand-jete  in ballet. It is the gap  between waking & sleeping. You have been there. You are there thirty two times a minute. Think on it. It is there you will have a hint of the purity I am talking about. Perfection is the true Chimera. There is purity. When you know that purity in your heart you will be at ease. The heart itself is an instrument of purity. Light. Water. Music. Numbers. These are pure. Unblemished…. unblemishable purity. All that happens in time & space... these are just filaments…. tendrils…. sparkles of the fathomless purity that sustains the Creation. I am so grateful for moonlight…. the moon yes… but it is the moonlight that tells me whatever happens in this ever-changing kaleidoscope of my life there is Great Natural Peace sitting just inches away in the depth of the night sky. I devote the rest of time to entering into & embracing that Purity.