Monthly Archives: October 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 … Continue reading

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“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 … Continue reading

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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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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 … Continue reading

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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 … Continue reading

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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. … Continue reading

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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 … Continue reading

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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 … Continue reading

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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 … Continue reading

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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 … Continue reading

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