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PHILOSOPHY OF ENQUIRYThe philosophy below is a philosophy of enquiry. I often have a feeling to write but never know what I will write until it is written. I believe we are all connected to wisdom, poetry is the door and philosophy describes the universe that awaits us on the other side. Acceptance : For the learning, Is in acceptance, Of the natural flow, To naturally know, That there is nowhere to go, For you are now-here, Each moment is renewal, It is the jewel, You may look for the sparkle, Or throw it away. Another way : It is time to lift my head above the clouds, To feel the sunlight on my upturned face, For the world is crying for my attention, But I have been distracted by the war within, It is time to fall in love with myself and my vision, For the time is drawing near, That apathy turns into fear, For the people will see we are running late, We are running on hate, At it is fuelling the fires of our own destruction. I am here to show another way. Chaos is not a theory it is fact, For this is the world you live in, For love is rational, Rationalism is fake, For I feel the world you create, It fills me with a sadness to deep to speak, For I see it in desperate suicide bombers, It is in the frustration of voices unheard, It fosters the militarization of fear, It is in space that has no boundaries, It is the conservatism that never sheds a tear, This is my one true fear. Children : As I became embroiled, In the soil of this new creation, This new way of being, To teach peace to children, Is what I have seen, In the dreaming of my future. Civilisations demise : What in the world have I awoken to? Through ancient eyes I realize, Civilizations demise will be rapid, The wild wars of rapids, The water course is drying up, For what has been learned, Through the blurred vision, Of commercial television, But blind suspicion, Desiring objects of automation, Above real sensation. You have nothing to give, But live with nothing, For the rich man is poor, The poor give to the rich. Compassion : For I am you, And you are me, And compassion is what I give for free. Different rhythm : I follow a different rhythm, And for some it may be hard to understand, I speak from my heart, I feel through my eyes, And I see through the midst of your disguise, For the mist in my eyes masks the waterfall of compassion. Family : For where is my family? They are scattered to the winds, For the home became a house, The parent a spouse, The friend an acquaintance, Truth is repentance, Love is the absence of abuse. I have no enemies, I have no-one to hate, To me there is no nation state, I see the world as my family, I just want to bring them home, Into the warmth of love and kindness, So no-one feels alone. Freedom : The wind whispers to me, That I am already free, That I do not need you to see me, But my heart is open, The door is never closed, It makes no judgement, It is the rose the grows in your garden, Amongst the weeds and the thorns, It glides up to greet your sunlight, And blooms with intoxicating perfume, Sending messages of love, To the world. For I am free to explore, A world free of convention and rules, To just be myself, By myself there is no need, There is no greed, I don’t have to perform, Or conform to others views, I just reflect and observe, Look for the good, And pre-serve life. Sometimes I fly to great heights, I can feel the words wrapped around great insights, And it is infectious, It is exciting, Pushing past my original thought to new discoveries, I feel like a pioneer, I am travelling to the centre of worlds, To the core of our being, It fills me with a sense of amazement, I can feel the freedom whistle through my hair, I wish to bare all to share, I don’t want to hide and retreat, To conceal to retract, I want to beat a new track, For the good of all I love. This is my final prose to you, Conveyed on the rose of petals, That life is gentle, That life is kind, That love is freedom, All the time. In this house, there are no possessions, for to possess is ownership, I cannot own for nothing belongs to me, I am the all of everything, I am the song that sings, my energy blends into the orchestra of feeling, the ceiling of limitation, Is the illusion, Of your contextual field. Future: I see you smiling, I see you waving, I see the depth of beauty, You are creating with your highest vision, You are above suspicion, In fact this world no longer exists, You see a world, I am the kiss that touches your cheek, I am the humility, Of the meek, I hold your hand in silence, In understanding, My life is a journey, It is the candle in the darkness, My beacon of love, That flies above your head, Out of sight, I am the dove, The symbol, The sound, The imprint in the sand, The footstep, Leading the way, Your future isn’t in doubt, I am here to say. Give : So I share the bread of my wisdom, For to give to you was my pleasure, For it is better to give, Then live on my knees, Awaiting the crumbs of kindness, To fall by chance, From the feast of acceptance. Gratefulness is a statement to life, That the gift is received. Happiness : The world is my oyster, I am the pearl that values, I am the mother of pearl, For I gently slide across your heart, In a string quartet of beauty, That sparkles a holy white hue, Of happiness, Beyond description, A distinction, Without degree. Heart : I am not premeditated, I listen to the conductor of my heart, Giving me direction, Signing my petition, To your truth, I place the roof over your aloofness, I give your heart a refuge, To visit. Home : As my eyes become clear, The fear of past lives disappears, For the wind is whispering to me, To return to the sea, For the sands of time await my presence, For the shell of my persona, Conceals the pearl, That values the human heart, For the current of love, Will take me home. I see you : My love is true, For I really see you, I speak my truth, For which I am prepared to suffer, For my words are golden chariots, They fly to you with such love, That how can I be selfish? To keep them to myself, For each word is a lighthouse, It enlightens your path, It carries the spirit of feeling which heals the doubts, Galloping to conceal your beautiful heart. Ignorance : Oh people of the world, Don’t ignore another, Don’t pretend you don’t hear, Don’t leave the crying heart to cry, It is a crucifixion far worse, Then any physical injury, For the wound of the soul, Is the dullness in the diamond, Is the rust in the memory, Is septic and disfigured, Remains in the darkness, Closes ones eyes to possibilities, Shuns the light of hope, For it has fallen from the nest, It has broken its wing, And is left to the elements, Of fate. Innocence : The innocence in my heart, Reached out to touch you, For you had touched me by your presence, For to me you were the present, Forever in my heart, Such a gift to remember you, To wish you well, As I listen to the bell, For it tolls, But who really listens. Inspiration : A wise master sits beside, For she is watching my silent mime, She is smiling all the time, For she is the clown, That inspires me. She laughs at my seriousness, She wonders at my plight, For to fight brings resistance, To playfully enjoy, Invites the game, For life is the miracle everyday. Life : I feel my youthfulness, Like a fountain in Spring, My vitality is endless, As my energy seeks to blossom, For a wildness in my heart, Breaks free of conventional barriers, For I am the carrier of love, That gives to all without favour. Light : I sow the seeds of light, Into the mind of innocence, My love penetrates the mist, The cell of containment, It is omnipresent, I am the present, Sent to you out of love, I am the velvet glove, So soft and warm, Holds you close, In the darkest storm. Linked : There is this link, In the chain on my life, That connects me to you, In my dreams. Love : I am thankful for the gift of love, Which gently lifted the veil of who you really are, That I was the one in a million who saw your shining star, As a lighthouse of endless possibilities, Afar, Yet close, A star, At most. The new world is a place of love, There is no separation, All is one and one for all, Sharing is true caring, I am the creator of my destiny, There is no pity, But the helping hand, Is always outstretched, To give, To believe in you, For power within, Is empowerment, It is meant to give you power, You cannot take it from another, In the illusion of strength, The gift I give is heaven sent, It unfolds endlessly in the flower of your beauty. Love is not a description, Or an inscription on a jewel, Words are like the reflection In the pool of life. Nation States: Nation states, Is it fate, From all thoughts everywhere, The profile of the world, Stares out in fear false evidence appearing real, how can there be theft, I own nothing to steal, I am the care taker, I am the rain maker, I have a stake in the future, Who is your teacher. The human mind, Labels and categorises, To communicate uniformity of ideas, Without question, Demarcation and division, Grows with suspicion, Grows with misunderstanding, Grows out of planning, But you cannot plan the creative, It is spontaneous. Out of comfort zone : One truth is that life begins, When we step out of the comfort zone, The boundaries of insecurity build walls, We are not alone, And when we step out of illusion, Of misconceptions, We realize that there is no fear, That there are many tears, That are flowing down the rivers of separation, But they will reach the headwater, They will unite in the end, The journey is the experience, That life sends. Potential : I see every story, In its real glory, I know the potential of what can be, I long to set them free, Into a world of their own making, Into a world that is no longer breaking into fragments of glass, shards of misunderstanding, Where we see only a fraction of what is true, We assume that it is not safe, That is the myth, That is the spin, That disempowers and tries to win. Fun : To be a clown, Is like surround sound, It spreads a ray of sunshine, To all without discrimination, Without impatience, To see the world as one, To inspire and have some fun. Silence : You have taught me the importance of response, You have taught me the value of inner-sense, You have shown me that imagination grows when truth hides in the shadows, You have shown me that silence is the mirror, That silence forces one to go within for answers, When one is alone there is no-one to turn to, That one must return to Self. Social Work: For the social to work, One must study the compassionate arts, For the art of compassion, Rests in the heart of reasons, For seasons like emotions are changing, For all efforts lead to feeling good, About oneself. The practitioner becomes a friend, For the surrogate needs patience, And the patient needs a friend, For judgment is etched in all faces, For each is projecting the script they follow, Looking for the hollow, Causing depression. Source: For it has been said, It has been answered, My message is delivered, The source will never fail my wish, For I am kissed by a secret seeing, That perplexes you yet draws you in, As you seek the holy grail, You are feeling for the brail, Of a new life. Truth : The truth hides behind masks of formality, Congeniality is the smooth surface of smoked glass, For it is not transparent, It uses words to camouflage, To create impressions, But the impressionists, Paint what they see, For it is only the truth, That sets you free. You will come to see, The purity in me, It is not emulated, It is free, For most never walk this path, For they want streets straight and simple, For the path of the wise is always testing, It is often the path that leads one astray, The path off the beaten track, But that is the illusion, The deception, For the truth is not in the most beautiful smile, It lies in the old and disenfranchised, For it is raw and unashamed, It is clear and unframed, In the most challenging painting, Not in the aesthetics of form, But to inform our senses, To bring us home, For common sense, Has not been common, For this is the lesson we learn alone. Poverty : I must hold up the lantern, For I can see further ahead, I am here for the children, My path is being lead, But the silent mystery, That turns wine into bread, That turns intoxication into yeast, So that the least of me, Are finally free, I am not speaking of the poor, I am speaking of the poor in spirit, For this is the real poverty, To have no meaning, To have no ceiling, For unlimited consumption, Hammers the nail in the grave, Overindulgence is a dysfunction of love, For filling gaps is not sustainable, For we must go to the root of our despair, It is time to repair the soul, For it is dying to live, Again. Revelations : You are home, You are with me, You are no longer alone, For you have seen, You have been, In the hall of mirrors, You did not know where to turn, You didn’t know what to learn, For this is the new book of revelations, I am writing for the next generation, To bring them home, To bring them to the light, To abolish forever, The desire to fight. Sensuality : Sensuality whispers from the soft lips of ecstasy, I am abreast this delicate balance, For touch is tender and deliberate, For my eyes are closed as I trace your heart, For on the body of your joy, I release the pressure that suppresses, That holds you back, So you can come, To your senses, For propriety has property, The heart is an open house, For to live simply, You must simply live, For love is simply a decision, The rest is distraction, From passion, This is the real life, Awaiting every feeling heart. Unconditional : For to live unconditionally, doesn’t mean unquestioning, It does not mean rose coloured glasses, It is to see through the stained glass, The fragments of life experience, That form around the wall in your heart, Reinforcing supports the belief, That you are right, You need not take action, For it is not your fault, Yet the fault line, Is in not crossing, When the call is heard. Universe : I look up into the beautiful night sky, The stars twinkling at me, Covering a vast expanse, Reminding me of the universe, As my mind time travels on swirls of nebulae, I see the galaxy so ancient and wise, For life passes without a whisper, For the meaningful becomes meaningless, Ideas, thoughts, trends and history, Are new bourns, 3.5 billion years of incubation, Is humanity to be a still birth? Or reborn in the image of love? The universe cares not one way or the other, For it is omnipresent, The fabric of space folds between your thoughts, There are many threads to the cosmic web, Each a blue print for eternal life, For chaos is the wild card for change. Walls: You can never know, The depth of the river, The gentleness of my stream, You can never know, That my intention is softer than the kindest word, Is humble and yet crumbles, As your wall keeps me out, I am in the cold, I feel the shadow of the wall, Constantly, I am as if orphaned, Helplessly. You have built the dam, To block the flow, But love is the water, That can’t be dammed, It can be ignored, For water always finds the cracks, There is always weakness in the wall, For the power of nature, Can never be suppressed, For it must find a channel to the sea, For even you my friend, Are seeking to be free. Wisdom : Life is the testing ground, Your path is graded by wisdom, The decision tree, Drops its leaves in the autumn of your years, For the leaves are gifts that you have for-given, For what you leave behind you have for-gotten, You cannot re-member the gift, For it was the gift of knowing that you are compassion and fair, For love expands, stays, reveals, heals and shares, For love is the root of the tree, Unconditionally free, To be, Who you really are, To me, You are the rising star. World: As I stand back and recoil from being seen, As I emerge from another reality, I seek to travel into war, For I am heartbroken at the shape of the world, All my life I have cried, All my life I have sighed at the ignorance, Moulding a world filled with hurt and hate, All my life I have not accepted this state, I have vowed to be effective, Or to be taken from this play, For I see no fun in staying this way. World peace : When you look at me, What do you see, What do you think about, When your free, We must create peace on earth, We must see its shape and outline, We must refrain from pain, And with the colour of love, Paint a picture of what will be, Feel the fresh air of what I see, In the centre of my heart. A lone voice, I believe in peace, I believe in goodness, I believe in action, I know that for every cause there is an equal and opposite reaction, My life is dedicated to principle, I know the answers are simple, When you throw away judgment, When you throw away hurt, When you throw away hate, And think about what you’ve learned. Under the canopy of respect, You will never reject, The will of others, They must travel their own path, We need to learn to laugh, Life is the comedy, Perhaps I am the fool, But just maybe, That’s the school for world peace. Your Part : I thank you for your part, An inspiration to me that sets you apart, I know you have had nothing to say, Your silence is a statement, That urges restraint, For whatever the reason, I respect the season, As the leaves blow around my feet, I know I must go, I don’t want to say goodbye, But I realize that love is freedom, And so I cry, I mustn’t wait, My life is in the hands of fate. |
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