Green, Red, and Gold

Greetings. Autumn’s finest, as viewed in various corners of our garden throughout October. With leaves so red beneath a sky so rarely this blue of late, what a blessing it is indeed to enjoy the garden on a sunny day. And although it’s becoming bitterly cold at times, well, there’s always Christmas to look forward to.

When the sun still shines in our hearts, on even the darkest of days, then we can always see the road ahead. The sun never shines in anger, or in judgement. It never shines for one, and not the other. It harms none but those who aren’t prepared.

The poet Charles Causely wrote “I am the great sun, but you do not see me”. May we never be so blind – because the sun is an example of the ways of heaven.

I will just insert a note here, to say that I am having technical difficulties when attempting to like some of my favourite blogs. I find great value in all of your works, and always wish to show my appreciation by liking. So please accept my apologies.

Having said that, I hope you enjoyed the pics – and now it’s Namaste, and peace from me.

 

  In my Soul there is a temple, a shrine, a mosque, a church
where I kneel.

Prayer should bring us to an altar where no walls or names exist.

Is there not a region of Love, where the Sovereignty is illuminated nothing,

Where ecstasy gets poured into itself and becomes lost,

Where the wing is fully alive but has no mind or body?

In my Soul there is a temple, a shrine, a mosque, a church
that dissolves, that dissolves in God.

Rabia of Basra (c.717-801)

 

 

Photography ©Francis Moloney.

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Let’s Hear it For The Good

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Rumours of spring are in the air, the winds have changed direction, crocuses grow unafraid in the garden, and my fellow bloggers are giving voice to seasonal optimism.

So, with all that in mind, and all things being equal, I decided to post more pics of winter.

Actually, these are the remaining pics from Scotland which I promised to post, and they’re of Luke’s riparian ramblings at Loch Ness.

While my computer has survived for another month, (though not for want of daily attention,) my health has demanded even more scrutiny than usual, and pain has slowed me down more these past weeks. Nevertheless, I hope sincerely that all my readers are happy, and faring physically as well as they may.

Anyways, I thought it would be a good time to make this declaration:

“Let’s hear it for the good”

Because we are, along with our peaceful sisters and brothers, the world over, coerced daily to hear it from the bad.

Wickedness notwithstanding, nothing lasts forever. Waves dip before they rise, and because all things must pass, it’s well to remember that *“For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave.”

Until next time, (speaking optimistically, as always) I wish all readers peace, and hope to return soon with more to share.

Namaste.

 

*From Robert Browning’s affecting poem “Prospice,”  which follows:

 

FEAR death?—to feel the fog in my throat,

  The mist in my face,

When the snows begin, and the blasts denote

  I am nearing the place,

The power of the night, the press of the storm,

  The post of the foe;

Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form,

  Yet the strong man must go:

For the journey is done and the summit attain’d,

  And the barriers fall,

Though a battle’s to fight ere the guerdon be gain’d,

  The reward of it all.

I was ever a fighter, so—one fight more,

  The best and the last!

I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forbore,

  And bade me creep past.

No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers

  The heroes of old,

Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life’s arrears

  Of pain, darkness and cold.

For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave,

  The black minute’s at end,

And the elements’ rage, the fiend-voices that rave,

  Shall dwindle, shall blend,

Shall change, shall become first a peace out of pain.

  Then a light, then thy breast,

O thou soul of my soul! I shall clasp thee again,

  And with God be the rest!

It Matters Not

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Namaste, I am experiencing one of those times when mobility is more painful than usual. Life is happening to me while I’m busy making other plans. Roll on spring, I miss the sun. I’m just looking forward to the good our tomorrows will bring when we keep on caring for each other.

My grateful thanks, as always, to those who kindly drop by this blog, (and special thanks too, to those who wished me happy birthday!). Please forgive me if I can’t always keep up with you.

About the artwork, I’m a poor poet, but I hope you like the sentiment.

Peace from Amras.

“This world is a miserable place for anyone who hasn’t learned internal harmony”  ~ Arthur Yensen.

Artwork ©Francis Moloney.

We Have It All

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In the sky,

On the earth, 

I stand with you

And all there is!

So far, so far

Away!

Like the trees,

Like the seas,

I do forever remain in you!

Remind me of those

Our fields!

Our hills, our waters!

Time – ah, time!

We have it all, all!

It is our drop of water, 

Ready to fall from the leaf.

It is the space waiting

For us to fill it.

No rush! No anxiety!

Just your smile,

It is our path!

 

José

 

Namaste, and greetings to all. Between our posts of hilly lands, and blossoms; I thought I’d pay tribute to the poetry of my friend, José. I find his poetry so moving, and of an increasingly illuminating quality whenever I read it. I especially appreciate his work for the fact that English is not his first language. Thank you José. At the time when he returned to his native Spain, I was changing my address, so we lost touch in the material sense.  But, for me, the memories of friendship grow stronger.  I sincerely hope you find beauty in these words, and I will post some more of José’s poetry in the future.

The artwork is many decades old, and showing it’s age. I copied the pattern from an antique mug I had inherited long ago, and coloured it in my own preferences.  It’s primitive, but I hope you like it.

Until next time, I can’t guarantee when, because my condition can make blogging, and reading in general, very challenging. But, until then, thank you all readers and followers, may you enjoy the taste of every breath, and know peace. Amras.

 

“Your mind is a garden,

Your thoughts are the seeds,

You can grow flowers,

Or you can grow weeds.”

(By Peace Whisperer) 

 

Artwork ©Francis Moloney.

 

 

I Have Been Looking For Your Face

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From the beginning of my life

I have been looking for your face

but today I have seen it

 

 

Today I have seen

the charm, the beauty,

the unfathomable grace

of the face

that I was looking for

 

 

Today I have found you

and those who laughed

and scorned me yesterday

are sorry that they were not looking

as I did

 

 

I am bewildered by the magnificence

of your beauty

and wish to see you

with a hundred eyes

 

 

My heart has burned with passion

and has searched forever

for this wondrous beauty

that I now behold

 

 

I am ashamed

to call this love human

and afraid of God

to call it divine

 

 

Your fragrant breath

like the morning breeze

has come to the stillness of the garden

You have breathed new life into me

I have become your sunshine

and also your shadow

 

 

My soul is screaming in ecstasy

Every fiber of my being

is in love with you

 

Your effulgence

has lit a fire in my heart

And you have made radiant

for me

the earth and sky

 

 

My arrow of love

has arrived at the target

I am in the house of mercy

and my heart

is a place of prayer

 

Jalaluddin Rumi.

 

Namaste dear world. I’m currently experiencing physical issues that have slowed me down a little more than usual, hence me tardiness at blogging.  Never mind, today I shall overcome these challenges for a short while by posting these beautiful words by Jalaluddin Rumi. I hope you like.

Thank you to all who have recently found me, and to all my old friends. Hope to be back soon. Peace from Amras.

 

“The moment I open my mouth to speak,

The Autumn wind chills my lips,”  

Basho.

 

Artwork ©Francis Moloney.