Invisible? I'm not so sure, but I am getting there.

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I carry around a great deal of invisibility within me. My thoughts, my feelings, my emotions, my hopes, my dreams, they are all invisible. It is only through my words that I can let you into this world that is the surface I.

But between the words, beneath the thoughts, underneath the feelings and the emotions, there is, so I am told by Eckhart Tolle the true self. My task at the moment is to welcome this deeper self into my life as much as I possibly am able.


Neil Lennon, of Divine Comedy fame, welcomed me into his mind yesterday as I watched the retrospective of his musical career. I was so impressed (my feelings and emotions were really in his groove) that without listening to it I bought the album Absent Friends, I trust my intuition will reward me.

This blog is proving a little troublesome. The fonts change from draft to publication, different fonts appear in different browsers. The colour scheme also appears to have a mind of its own. If there is any help or advice out there I would welcome it.

Absent friends was released in 2004, here is a poem of mine from that time:

Preamble

The bramble is in bloom
The yellow gorse there's yards and yards of it
The rain speckled rambler
Walks smiling through

This pathway, followed by monks of old
Today's story told
Around last centuries newest abbey
Amongst the twisted vines and lavender

In the bookshop reading of retreats
Buying Aristotle's thoughts on happiness
The gentle people congregate
Smiling eyes softly-spoken voices

Back on the moors
Back among magnificent vista's
A thousand years
A million miles

The beauty brings alive the eyes and ears
The traveller thanks his lucky stars
Nature has many more surprises
The river rises, in a flash spring spate

Meditation in stained glass surrounds
To a backdrop of glory and giving
Being your brother's keeper
Contributing to the continuity of living

Sunshine and showers
Photographs of flowers
Reaching peace
Touching love

Being there
Just being
Immersed in adsorption
Feeling, being, altogether alive

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