The Walled Garden
The Fountain
Desire built the fountain
Silence fills it
Drink without a cup
Only then will you taste what was never poured
The Rose
Even fragrance is an accident of freedom
Be like the rose - unaware of your beauty
Untouched by admirers.
The Wall
Every brick is a thought you believed
The mortar is memory
Stop building
The wind will finish what wisdom began
.The Path
You walk in circles because the centre calls you
You mistake longing for direction
Let the feet rest, the path walks you home.
The Gatekeeper
The gatekeeper guards the exit but is made of mist
Fear keeps him whole
Bow to him once -
And watch him vanish into your breath
The Tree
Roots whisper secrets that the leaves have forgotten
Stillness is older than light
Sit beneath yourself
You are the shade you seek
The Bird
The bird sings not to be heard
but to remember it can
Your prayer need not reach the sky
as they sky is already listening
The Stream
You chase reflections downstream
and call it destiny
Turn upstream - There is no source
Only seeing
The Evening Bell
When the bell rings, the garden folds itself
You call it night
It is not darkness that comes
It is you returning to light unseen.
Moss grows where the stone rests
softening the sharpness it has forgotten
Be still enough to let time settle
Even hardness yields to quiet persistence.
The Lantern
The lantern burns without asking
Casting light without judgement
Your awareness is this lantern
Shine without measuring the darkness.
The Path of Shadows
Shadows stretch long in the evening
Yet they follow no one
Stop fearing the dark that moves with you
It is only your shape dancing
Sit and wait - the bench does not complain
Time passes quietly here
Learn to rest where you are
And the garden will teach itself to you.
The Broken Gate
Even when the gate is shattered
The Walls remain
Release attachment to entry and exit
The garden exists beyond boundaries.
The Wind
Wind moves through the branches
Yet the roots do not stir
Let your mind flow freely
The Self remains unmoved
The Fallen Leaf
One leaf drifts down
The tree does not grieve
Life sheds moments like leaves
Do not clutch -witness their dance
The Quiet Fountain
Water falls silently
Yet the stone learns its rhythm
Your attention is the water
Let it fall gently and everything learns
The Old Tree
Roots dig into memory
branches reach into time
Both reach for the same sky
What you call past and future
Inhale the sky
Exhale the soil
The Mirror Pond
Throw no stones
The reflection is your face learning to be still
Mind is water
Disturb it and from appears
Be still and see what never moved
The Keeper
The keeper forgot the keys
The gate opened by forgetting
Forget everything that is not this breath
The garden remembers you
Night hums softly - no-one listens
Yet the sound completes the world
Truth needs no witness
Even Silence Sings
Covered by ivy
the well waits
Thirst is the prayer that moves it
Do not thirst for it, it is divine in timing
Only the empty can draw the deep
The Crumbling Wall
A crack widens, sunlight slips through
The wall pretends not to notice
Every boundary hides its own undoing
Let the crack become your teacher.
Pain guards beauty, beauty hides pain
They create each others fragrances
Stop choosing one
The entire rose is Holy
Each step lifts a cloud
That soon settles again
The past erases itself
Walk gently
Nothing you cross belongs to you
The Rain
The rain falls equally
on weed and flower
No petition changes its grace
Love like the rain
Without address and reason
only sky continuing itself
Do not where sight ends
You are the vastness
pretending to look
The bell rings once
and the air remembers
Even after silence returns
the note remains
Echo is devotion returning home
Let every sound remind you of stillness
Paths appear when you walk
and vanish when you stop
You were never following the path
The path was following you
The Summit Wall
Light rests briefly on stone
Then slides into shadows
Grace moves this way
Arriving vanishing and leaving gentle warmth behind
Carved by years of sitting
it holds the shape of countless lives
What you think of as your story
Is only the bench remembering.
Beyond this gate
there are no visitors
Dreams tend the garden when you rest
Sleep in not escape
It is the gardener pruning thought
You climb to see further
and forget the sky was always near
Cease ascending
Height and depth are both illusions
of the same air
The Firefly
Tiny light in vast darkness
It moves and the night moves with it
Your awareness is the same spark
small in sight, infinite in reach
The Silent Visitor
A figure passed
No sound, no name - only fragrance
When awareness comes
it leaves no footprints, only remembrance
The Rain Barrel
Water gathers from sky and leaf alike
Purity is not in origin but in quietness
Collect what falls into you
Let it rest, it will clear itself
The Dawn Gate
At first light, the mist forgets itself
The gate appears, then disappears again
You awaken each morning
in the same timelessness
The dawn is you, simply remembering
The Walled Moth
Each thought is a thread on the loom of the world
You cannot cease weaving
But you can stop entangling
Let your mind become clear silk
soft enough for the wind
to pass through unbroken
Silence does not begin when words end
It begins when the need to respond to words dissolves
Listen with your marrow, not your ears
You will hear the world exhale God
Fruit falls where hunger once stood
Now there is no eater, no offering
Only ripeness returning to soil
Fulfilment ends the cycle of reaching.
The Bridge
Across the chasm of self
A single plank-presence
Do not repair the bridge, become it
Presence is not a tool to cross
It is the crossing, the space and the one who walks.
The Lamp within Clay
The pot thinks it holds the light
And yet the light was never in the pot
Break the clay and nothing is lost.
The Hidden Music
Every stone hums under your footsteps
You do not hear because you still believe sound comes from air>
Music is the pulse of existence
Silence is its rhythm
Realization is when both merge.
The Mirror of Breath
Exhale and the world disappears
Inhale and it returns, painted fresh
You are the artist disguised as rhythm.
Breath is the brushstroke of the infinite
With each cycle, the universe repaints itself as you
The Well that Looks Up
You dear one have dug deep in search of truth
Now look up
the sky you sought has been waiting in your reflection all along.
The Formless Door
You cannot open what was never shut
Still - knock gently
it pleases Silence to hear you
The knocking is devotion
The opening, realization
Both are gestures of stillness
You have been polished by lifetimes of seeking
Now rest
Your roughness was your radiance all along
What the world calls imperfection
is simply God - mid sculpture
When the chiselling stops
The Masterpiece arises.
The Pilgrims Disguise
You wandered the world
Seeking the secret
You were the pilgrim
and also the temple you sought
When the seeker dissolves - the pilgrimage ends
The Quiet Altar
True Devotion is a listening
Not for words, but for the stillness between them.
Light your breath - not your candles.
The Forgotten Door
You keep knocking on tomorrow
While eternity waits today
The mind is always a traveller
And the soul is the home it seeks
To arrive you simply need to stop departing.
The Unfinished Poem
You are not incomplete
You are in progress
And progress is Gods favourite disguise
Perfection is not complete
It is intimacy with imperfection
Every flaw is a syllable in the divine poem.
The Ancient Child
Before the first dawn
You already laughed
Before birth, you already forgave
You are older than Light
The world is your echo, not your origin
Be playful for it is how the ancient reveals itself.
The Rivers Memory
Water remembers where it once fell as rain
As does the soul return by feeling - not by map
Do not seek the path - remember it
Your tears are not sorrow
They are landmarks
Follow them upstream
To yourSelf
The Invisible Feast
What you call empty, the Gods call full
They eat silence and are deeply satisfied.
Your hunger is not for food
But for wholeness
Eat your longing
And it turns into Bliss
On the tongue of Awareness
The Keeper of Keys
One hides one ´s freedom
in a box called destiny
and then complain then one cannot find the key
The key and the lock are made of the same metal - thought
Melt both in the fire of knowing
And walk out unbarred.
Be still enough
and even rocks will whisper
and they will tell you how to outlast time
Earth is not beneath you
Listen until you no longer here
but simply are.....
When you thought the flame was dying
but it was merely remembering it's Source
When faith flicks, do not shield it
Breathe on it.
For doubt is the wind that teaches devotion how to dance.
The Bridge of Breath
Between one inhalation and the next
Infinity hides
Do not chase it.
Stand still and the bridge appears.
Breath is the doorway between worlds
You have crossed the bridge countless times
without even knowing
This time cross whilst awake.
The Unread Page
The universe keeps a page blank for your silence
for words are how existence explains itself
And yet silence is how existence organizes itself.
The Wordless Hymn
When we stop naming the sacred - it sings louder
To speak of the Divine is to reduce it>
To be it is to let the Song continue through it.
The Walls were never there
The garden was never lost
You only dreamt you were outside
Now awaken and walk home
through yourself.
What I called the walled garden
is the whole of existence
There are no gates
There are no guards
No Gods to appease
Only the fragrance of Being
forever blooming and forever Free.
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