Peace

Although simple, peace is a highly evolved state of consciousness. It cannot live side-by-side with the ego. We choose one or the other. Peace is the predominant quality of spiritual advancement. The unassuming quality of peace wins the day when it comes to the soul’s progression. To choose peace means that we give up the rantings and ravings, demands and hurts, wants and cravings of the personal mind. The personal self feeds off injustices, imagined injustices, complaining, conflict, excitement, drama, and all the goings-on of normal human life. At some point, when we have suffered enough or have enough wisdom, we tire of the whole thing. We sincerely prefer peace. Continue reading “Peace”

Breath of God

This is the beginning of my book, The Love of Devotion. It describes two pivotal spiritual experiences at ages 22 and 26, covering three different countries – Australia, America, and England.

Chapter 1: Solutions are Spiritual
Breath of God

The fruits of serious spiritual devotion have an unmistakable flavour, sometimes, even more so in retrospect. It had been a challenging few years. I was twenty-six. I had been progressing through an existential crisis, an involuntary falling apart of life’s meaning. I felt a deep human aloneness and with all my praying I failed to feel the love of God in any way which could help my state of being. Other than the care and protection of my two little children and my spiritual studies, I had no interest in anything. Everything seemed trite to me; meaningless and often painfully intolerable. I had lost faith in everything human to give solace to my soul. It was not intentional. It is just what happened over the space of a few years. I was at the bottom of the valley – all things lost but nothing yet gained. Continue reading “Breath of God”

Surrender – poem

I surrender all to you.
I surrender my life to you.
I will do whatever you want.
I will go wherever you want.
I will love whoever you ask me to love.
I will give up all my stupid opinions.
I will give up all my hopeless cravings.
I release my broken dreams.
I forfeit my planned futures.
I am at your mercy.
I will think no thought
or proceed with any action
which does not come from you
because You love me.

From Love’s Longing

The Idol Maker – poem

I do not know who
is the maker of the idol
but there it was, alive and well,
this thing I so desired.

A little time, a little more,
the idol was not so sweet.
It showed its wear, its shine was dull,
this thing I so admired.

The idol which deceives
is an idol weaving dreams.
It surely will delay
the coming of the day.

Fall, it must,
for an idol is a lie.
The treasure it would seek
becomes the wind-borne dust.

Fear not its death; a troubled tear,
a sleepless night, the idol breaks apart.
But in the morning, clean and white,
the idol leaves no mark.

From Strange Words