The three Sparrows

With warm love on their wings they float to the heart of the the city,

The distant sound of bells toll as they fly,

The air is fresh,

The sound crisp, my stomach strong and mind free as I watch them ground,

Sun light breaks through thick cumulus,

They chirp not calling to eachother,

But in praise to their creator,

They breath and they hope too,

With joy they fly off,

With pride they praise,

They swoop down and meet at a cross roads,

Where there are berries to eat and water to sip,

They hop and jump with verve and fascination.

Flying away as the clouds seal once again,

They head forth to a new land, a new vehement,

To begin a new life,

No danger will touch them there,

Their persistence will continue only with a bowed soul and bold head,

Never to see death,

Never to witness suffering,

Here at the heart of the city there is only salvation.

The sparrows weave a golden thread,

And seal it with a knot, 

Tying our hearts with the light of loving kindness,

Immediately the flowers of Heaven and Earth take bloom and an explosion of colours and scents rise in the soft breeze of humid heat of the this humble day,

Here now is the celebration of life in us all,

The growing in expectation,

The wonderment of the future,

To see only and feel only energy that is pure and good,

In the hearts of these bringers of hope,

The sparrows delight,

And as they fly away not far behind cometh The Light.

A nostalgic peace

If you look deeper you will find that the world is not surface superficial. It is not the pain in the neck electronic garble and nonsensical air time, it is not. 

It is nature, It is travelling and seeing, and experience,

It's the stepping onto a bridge from one place to another,

It's a shaking embrace, tears and expression,

It is art and music of laughter and painting on canvas with oil or acrylic,

It is the beat of heart, rhythm of wind and water current,

love of green and brown, muddy water and mess,

Playing outside and eating lollypops,

not being afraid and not having a care in the world.

It is looking in awe,

Seeing and valuing,

Stepping back and taking in,

Thorough appreciation and respect of the greatness of life.

The touch down of a gull on the surface of the ocean,

A burst of pace and sweat of a man,

The brute energy of wolf and dog,

The raw of a solitary lion,

A baritone or soprano sound or an outburst of improvisation,

The singing of birds in exhalation and exhilaration,

A stretching up and the kneeling down,

A prayer and sigh,

The breath and the life.

Return to the root of existence!

My friend the light

I look up into the distant universe from my home in Fulham and think,

Far far away within the black hole beyond the clouds, stars and galaxies 

exists the creating and  restoring everlasting light.

That light that gives,

That light that is Good,

That light that empowers,

That light that enables salvation.

When I pray, I know only love can help me.

This light is the brightest! 

It's not like the moon that merely reflects light within the darkness of night, or like the sun which is burning gas, 

But this is light that only love creates.

It's not a dominant light, but fulfilling, a caressing light that eases pain, that extinguishes ego and encourages humility, a light that's protects and promises and never gives up on me!

My experience exists within this light and it understands me better than I understand myself. This friendship that exists between me and the light is better than any other, as it is perfect as The Light is perfection itself. 

Imagine being friends with perfection? 

Perfection is Truth,

Perfection is what we all seek, 

Perfection is attainable in our lives if only we ask for His guiding hand, 

If we ask that sincere question,

He will carry us forever on His shoulders,

He will gives us His strength,

He will be the open vessel that floods our soul with loving kindness and warmth,

Never will He leave us!

You just need to ask,

It's as simple as that.

Blessed is he who has The Light of the living God with him! 

Blessed is he who prays to Him!

Blessed is he who has His Love in his life! 

My perfect friend lifts me up from my bed every day, 

Gives me the power to attain that which I need to attain in my life...

And helps me rest when I sleep.

I have faith in Him,

As He is my faith,

He is my strength, 

He is in my flesh and in my blood,

He is my power and my glory,

His name is Jesus of Nazareth.