A Poem
As usual, let me finish this newsletter with poetry. I’ve written quite a lot of poems recently. I have a lot of unpublished poems, mostly written over the last five years – probably between 200 and 250. I really should publish some of them, so I’m intending that my next project
will be a new book of poetry.
Here are two of my recent poems. In fact, I wrote the second one earlier today. I’m not quite sure what to make of it, as it came unbidden, of its own accord. (Sometimes I write poems and am not sure whether I actually agree with their sentiment or not, or even ones that I don't feel I understand.) I was inspired to write the poem when I went for a run and looked up at the blue sky and suddenly realised that I was looking into space, and
that I was running on the surface of a spinning planet. Let me know what you think.
Outside My Mind
I was anxious about the future.
I felt guilty about the past.
Then I stepped outside my mind
and the past and future
dissolved, like mirages
and I found that only the present was real.
I felt disconnected, trapped inside myself.
Events seemed distant. Experiences seemed unreal.
Then I stepped outside my mind
and a boundary dissolved, like an illusory border
between two countries that were always meant to be united
and I found myself part of the world.
I thought that life was meaningless.
I searched everywhere, but couldn’t find a reason
why I was born, why I was alive.
The closer I looked, the emptier life
seemed.
Then I stepped outside my mind
and meaning shone from every object, pervaded every space
and I found that meaning is a quality
that can only be experienced, not understood.
I felt afraid of death.
I couldn’t accept that life was fragile
and temporary
that one day I would disappear to the world
and the world would disappear to me
that everything I owned and knew and loved
would be suddenly snatched away.
Then I stepped outside my mind
and understood that
nothing belongs to me, not even my life
that all that disappears is the illusion of separateness.
And I found that there was no death.
On the Surface of a Planet
When you feel constricted
by life’s triviality and all your dreary daily tasks
remember that wherever you are
you’re always on the surface of a planet.
that when you look up at the sky you’re gazing into endless space
that when night falls you’re turning away from the sun
toward the cold darkness of the universe
and when you walk, the planet is spinning beneath your feet.
When you feel oppressed
by life’s brevity and the passing of time
remember that wherever you are
you’re always on the surface of a planet
that has existed for eons before us, and will exist for
eons after us
whose mountains and oceans witnessed the birth of life
and watched the slow progress of evolution
from simple cells to conscious selves
through the rise and fall of countless other species.
When you feel dissatisfied
with your life’s
situations and relationships
remember that wherever you are
you’re always on the surface of a planet
that has conceived and nurtured you tenderly
and sustains your life with her life, selflessly
and that every person and place that you love
every activity you enjoy, every object you savour
is here, on the surface of this planet
as precious and fragile as the planet itself.
When you feel depressed
by the shadows of the past, or a future that seems bleak
remember that you’re on the surface of a planet
that lights the deep darkness of
space
with her glorious verdant beauty, like a tiny gleaming island
surrounded by a vast ocean
living through her own life-force
shining with her own sentience
moving with her own purpose.
And your body is part of her body
your mind is part of her soul
as a child is always part of her mother.
all best wishes and blessings, Steve