Wednesday, 30 December 2015

We are...

We look, we ponder, we wonder, we fear, we see...
We listen, we need, we are inspired, we choose, we bleed, we hear, we inspire...
We feel, we tread, we suffer, we move, we reach out, we resonate, we soar, we touch, we share...
We smell, we tend, we learn, we grow, we sustain, we change, we forgive...
We taste, we celebrate, we remember, we replenish, we endure...
We sense, we love, we find, we are strong, we are peaceful, we are joyful, we are...
We are as one.

Tread the Deep

Tread the deep

I go to you my fearless one, the lake of hopes and dreams.
The water is calm and peaceful, the picture so serene.
I let go at the waters edge and inch my way to where,
the water's cold and dark, and spend time with you there.

Alone I hear my heart beat, in the coolness of the morning.
The lake holds me like a child as I gently go roaming.
Trees on the edge of time lean in to hear the stories,
of those who pass this way searching for the answers.

I dare to share in the mystery of stillness and of peace.
The sun on my back, my eyes blind I go into the deep.
There are no sides to hold onto, no one watching me.
In the silence I hold my breath and give myself to thee.

I remember being here before, playing games for hours.
No sense of time or place, I thought this world would last forever.
Yet the wise old lake knows, and chooses not to share,
that ripples on the surface hardly ever make a stir, 
and those who dare to tread the deep will find the answer there.

Sunday, 27 December 2015

Peace

Stepping out of the Christmas rush to sit quietly, I notice my body lovingly responds. My mind gently comes to rest in the space of timeless peace. In this place there is nothing to do or say and I relax into this beautiful moment. And in this moment I find myself stepping into Christmas. So this is it, how wonderful!

Russ

For those who seek to trust

Listen to your thoughts carefully and interpret them generously. 
Share them with others but choose your words wisely so you might be understood. 
Interpret the words and actions of others in good spirit. 
Assess your own needs so you might be kind to others. 
Be strong in purpose and steady yourself before each step. 
Be patient and enjoy the natural passage of time. 
And please be aware of absolutism. 
Strive to celebrate harmony with ease so you might learn to accommodate unrest with courage. 
Be as graceful as you can so your energy might enrich the universe.

Maybe this time

Life is a matter of makeup and masks, pretences and paths that cross where the blind stand and wait to be seen.

Stones that are thrown are like flightless arrows from the bow held by those who seek revenge for a life to be known.

Standing and falling are the same, we sleep alone, guided by guilt and blame, hoping that soon the game will give way to rest.

The struggle is senseless, created and conditioned by fear of loss, worn like an indelible mark to protect the heart.

The self sits back, relaxed, waiting for the glance, to enter the dance as the mirror, reflecting light from within. 
Maybe this time! Maybe this time!


Russ Kendall

Moving Through

There is beauty in the water 
that rages through me 
over stones and boulders,
to reach the shoreline 
of my quiet mind 
and rest in moments where
peace and stillness meet 
in the heartfelt space of loving kindness.

There is wonder in my thinking 
that strikes like lightening 
and sounds like thunder.
To see the stillness at its centre 
and be the painter of colour 
on a moving canvass, 
soft and flowing 
and be the witness of its passing.

Flailing feelings from deep within me 
are welcome travellers on my journey.
The ancient blocks are slowly fading, 
slipping, sliding in the flow of living,
some times clinging to sand and water. 
Observing I notice everything changing.

Russ Kendall

All things must change

Turn, turn, my wheel!  All things must change
To something new, to something strange;
Nothing that is can pause or stay;
The moon will wax, the moon will wane,
The mist and cloud will turn to rain,
The rain to mist and cloud again,
To-morrow be to-day. 

Longfellow, 1878