Poems
Here are two poems on the theme of sacredness. The first is the poem I mentioned earlier about celebrating every day, not just holidays. The second is about sacred places - how in a sense all places are sacred, and we should find sacredness wherever wa are.
Sacred Days
There are no special days -
there is only the spinning of the earth
towards the sun and away again
warming its face before the fire
then turning again to the cold black space.
The year has no end
or beginning.
There is only the floating of the earth
tilting through the seasons like a yacht at sea
on a course laid down by gravity.
Every day is sacred -
every moment of this journey
every spin and tilt and curve
every
forward flow through space.
And I will celebrate them all.
Sacred Places
Sacred Places
Seekers flock to sacred places
where ley lines intersect
and spiritual power collects
where gurus share the secrets of enlightenment
where prophets lived and died, where saints
performed miracles
where the air is charged with stillness after centuries
of prayer.
Seekers flock to sacred
places
from far afield, at great expense
to rise above routine and triviality
and escape the madness of the modern world.
But sacred places are everywhere.
Spirit doesn’t draw up boundaries
like a
country that protects its resources.
It doesn’t divide or confine itself
like treasure hidden behind walls.
Spirit shares itself equally, everywhere at once
like sunlight flooding the whole of the Earth.
Even if it’s obscured by ugliness
covered up by noise and stress
spirit pervades every place
like silence between the notes of a melody.
There is no need to go anywhere
except inside yourself
to calm your restless thoughts
empty your cluttered
mind
refresh your sleeping senses
and open your awareness wide.
Then sacredness will shine from every place.
All best wishes and blessings for the social construct of New Year,
Steve