The Jazz of birds

The jazz of birds
In the morning light
Is it songs to the sun
For the end of the night
Are you happy
Are you sad
Do you sing your own tune
Do you welcome the sun ?
Or just lament the moon ?

from circled crops

From circled crops,
to mountain  tops,
the wonder filled my heart,
I saw the inner glory,
I found my better part.

We give ourselves permission
to know our sub-conscious mind
we open up the doorway
to the treasure we must find.

The tools that knowers know
are just like skeleton keys
they open up the locks
and let our truth run free

and We could write for hours
and probably will aswell
but to know thyself completely
delivers us from hell.

Once were raptors

Sing for joy
Sing for the sun
Sing to the worms
And the new day to come

Once were rapters
Fierce in the fields
Now feathered and shrunken
And airbourne and billed

So sing to the sun
And sleep with the moon
For you little ones
Will be gone too soon

In your tree top kingdom
You welcome the day
For The chorus of dawn
Let your melodies play

Be thee starling or blackbird
Or sparrow or wren
We give thanks for your being
And the lark of your zen. 

Dimlo
15/2/11
London England 

Attach no importance

Attach no importance to the things that you do,
for attachment occludes a clearer world view.
Don't kid yourself you are better than any other,
some souls are more lost but we are all soul brothers.

Yes, we were lost. and we wept before God,
but this is the path many saved souls have trod.
And, even prodigal sons are all welcomed home,
for they were always well loved and they were never alone.

Dimlo Sighs
Soho, London.
11/02/2011 (palindrome day)

From the furnaces of a star

Do you ever take time to stop
To just appreciate what you've got
To Just be grateful for who you are
Because you really have come this far

From the furnaces of a star
To self awareness in this bar
It's a billion year round trip
Can you really really not feel it

I'm just too cosmic to stay coalesced
But As ever I'll do my best
I'll hold together the best that I can
But my atoms have a different plan

I can feel the emptiness of space
Full of god and compassionate grace
And I really am no longer here
No need to worry or feel any fear

I am you and you are me
We're emptiness and infinity
We are the void that holds all things
And the song that the universe sings

We are the space between the thought
The formless witness that can't be caught
We are the subject and the object too
Our nothingness is all that's true.

This ones not one of mine but i love it so here it is !

The Great Way is not difficult
for those who have no preferences.
When love and hate are both absent
everything becomes clear and undisguised.
Make the smallest distinction, however
and heaven and earth are set infinitely apart.
If you wish to see the truth
then hold no opinions for or against anything.
To set up what you like against what you dislike
is the disease of the mind.
When the deep meaning of things is not understood
the minds essential peace is disturbed to no avail.

The Way is perfect like vast space
where nothing is lacking and nothing is in excess.
Indeed, it is due to our choosing to accept or reject
that we do not see the true nature of things.
Live neither in the entanglements of outer things,
nor in inner feelings of emptiness.
Be serene in the oneness of things
and such erroneous views will disappear by themselves.
When you try to stop activity to achieve passivity
your very effort fills you with activity.
As long as you remain in one extreme or the other
you will never know Oneness.

- Sengstan

translated from the Chinese