All posts by Mugo

More Than Mind Can Know

Why should I fear? When was I less by dying? This poem takes us past the idea that we are born into higher (or lower) life forms according to past deeds. Understanding, REALLY understanding, birth and death brings us past, or deeper within, the ‘opposites’ of birth and death. Love this poem. …and when I let my angel body go! Fabulous.

“I died as mineral and became a plant,
I died as plant and rose to animal,
I died as animal and I was human,
Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?
Yet once more I shall die human,
To soar with angels blessed above.
And when I sacrifice my angel soul
I shall become what no mind ever conceived.
As a human, I will die once more,
Reborn, I will with the angels soar.
And when I let my angel body go,
I shall be more than mortal mind can know.”

― Rumi Jalal ad’Din

Poetry is poetry, a way and a form to point our ordinary ‘earth bound’ bodymind powerfully. Just point. Feels like we are heading into summer!

Worlds Apart – Same Heart

First the lateral flow test,
self-administered.
Register result on NHS
website – negative!

Text message, proof!
Drive to care home.
Sanitise – tog up
Face mask, gloves, apron.

The locked door opened, smiling face
Proof? We trust people here.
Wide-open arms, distanced,
Then, not quite so distant…

Chat, chat, chat
Laugh, laugh, laugh
Tea and biscuits
Slurp, slurp, slurp.

Wide-open arms
No distance to speak of.
Wheel to exit
De tog.

Into the larger world
tore myself away.
It’s hard to leave
Muttering to myself.

Back in time for the evening meal at the monastery.
Different worlds,
worlds apart.
Same heart.

Remembering Norman who died this day one year ago.

Asia On the Mend

asai

Asia seems to have recovered her appetite, energy and voice. We think she is out of danger. We are very grateful for the kind words sent our way and the merit sent her way.

Terry in Edmonton, Canada.

Tenderly Delicate – Moment of Transcendence

plants

clearing clouds ~
soft between thumb and forefinger
a new beech leaf

Anon

People labour on for years, honing their craft, their loves and their passions. Haiku, fostering/loving/caring for live things, perhaps inspiring others to follow their delights to share with others. There are many and varied ways we express ourselves, our deepest selves. It’s the heart of it, be it a towering building or a humble hut, a few choice words a single note that brings us, briefly, within and beyond our ‘selves’. Moments of transcendence.

This post is for those very dear people who were part of my miss spent youth*
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I’d never have used *that expression to describe my pre-monastic life however one of those dear people described their youth in that way and they got me thinking. Did we ‘miss spend’ or did we live those years opening our cells to extend past our individual selves? To give of ourselves. Extending wider, deeper, multi-coloured into the larger world. Moments of transcendence, each in our own unique way, we ‘go on’.

Thanks to Anon for your ongoing inspiration.