Sanctuary

The practice of meditation is a personal ongoing journey that takes me down a path to the reliance of my own awareness. Sometimes, however, I may feel that nothing has been achieved, apart from the art of the practice of just being in an inner place to reflect.

The sanctuary of stillness

when the feral world runs wild.
Inhale, accept, exhale, be free;
body still, body quiet:
take these precious moments

relax in the sanctuary of being.​

Julian Clarke © 2017

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In Memory

Valour

Beautiful flowers laid in memory

for beautiful souls once vibrant,

folk like me and you, just ordinary.

Regimented wreaths laid for the valiant

brave men and women of land, sea and air,

you’re saluted with emotion, so ardent.

We thank you in silence, with a prayer.

Julian Clarke © 2017

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End of the line

For Brendans weekend challenge: Imagaine a Changing Earth. At 'Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads' and what a challenge this was.

Crystal meanderings on ochre bed

romancing of song from a babbling brook,

a willow weeps, not in sadness, but joy;

dragonflies, blue green, skitty in the sun.

Along its banks, lovers touch lips and kiss

free of the fever of life’s concessions.

Right here, love . . . is love, not a possession.

Woooosshhh------thhwack

Inter-city train,

argh! Rush, crush, sardines,

standing room.

Smelly armpits, yuk!

Calling at all stations:
Polluted oceans, carbon monoxide, greenhouse gas,
Now stoppin at De-forestation.

We’re all here for the ride

Glued to the fever

living concessions

possessive lovers

hugging possessions.

Trans-continentals final stop:

Depleted ozone, affectionately known as, Apocalyptic Dystopia … 

End of the line.

Julian Clarke © 2017.

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