Archive for October, 2005
Monday, October 31st, 2005
Call this news….?
Well, I mean, CAN you call it news when you don’t actually DO anything? All I’ve done for days is sleep, drink tea, eat, read and fiddle about between-times on the computer. Pasting/posting/”blogging” things into this virutal and interactive scrapbook is fun, tho’. What a dream for a communication-addicted gemini…. that people [...]
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Sunday, October 30th, 2005
“Unless your work is your meditation, your meditation is not meditation”
Since 22 June 2005, when I was ordained, I have been Satyalila (“she who is true and playful”). I was delighted when I received my name, not least because “lila” is a direct reference to the “play” of the bodhisattva – something which has long fascinated me. Sometimes the spiritual life can seem [...]
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Sunday, October 30th, 2005
The day it all began…. (my ordination day)
Thank you so much, Eryl and Andy, for this fab website-present! I love it….
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Saturday, October 29th, 2005
the muse (inspired by ray)
if i sat every afternoon for two years
in the same corner where you sat,
i could not draw down such shapes
as regularly visit you from the dark and turbulent air
like the kettle of questions
on the boil [...]
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Saturday, October 29th, 2005
Cabbage Seller, Croydon Market
For years she sold cabbage.
Red cabbage, green cabbage,
Garlic and ginger,
big white radishes,
beetroot and celery -
only certain kinds of vegetables -
cut with a big knife on a board
at the back of her stall.
She wore a headscarf and tweed coat,
black money apron, glasses.
Looked like my mum.
Sounded like she smoked.
I didn’t notice she had gone,
until months later, in [...]
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Saturday, October 29th, 2005
Saying Goodbye to my Mother again, at Stirling Station
I needed to know exactly where I was going.
And then I remembered why.
Always, going to new places,
I gave you the grid-reference.
You tracked me from base
with your Daily Mail map.
There is no longer any need.
I learn instead the only way
to say goodbye;
remembering
the way it was -
precious as water.
June 1999
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Saturday, October 29th, 2005
Know when to end…
“Know when to end a poem, when to end a love affair….”
A child is howling somewhere.
Someone is in shock. But there is also
someone outside the back door
looking up at the starriness of the night sky,
wondering how far she can fly.
The broken mirror sparkles
and a beautiful wind is blowing.
13 March 2003
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Saturday, October 29th, 2005
Dhanakosa, June
Days of long light,
Here, between green hills,
A place where water
Names the stones and trees.
Ancient harmonies sing from the rock -
Keys of sparkling mica, quartz and schist.
Opening out, the patterns of my mind
Shift, slow mail on the body of the loch.
Above the bats describe the sky, and then
a black fish jumps.
3 [...]
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Saturday, October 29th, 2005
Untitled
The tide is running out
on the beach of who I am.
The sand is exposed to the sky.
I feel the wind and the sun,
the water and the cold.
I am the ridges
left my rippling water.
29 March 2005
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Saturday, October 29th, 2005
Want
I want to know
in my bones
the earth I am.
I want to pour myself
into all the crevices
like water.
I want to be consumed
by the fire, until only
ashes remain.
I want to be free,
like air, high
in the blue beyond.
13 March 2005