Greetings!

For the next while, I'd like to divide the blog into two parts:
a) What's going on, and b) What goes on. What's going on has to do with the ever-changing illusion we call life; what goes on has to do with that which does not change.
For the next few blogs, allow me to indulge myself by contributing a short poem to the first part and - thanks to all the great teachers and scientists of our times - an illuminating thought to the second part!

Here goes!

WHAT'S GOING ON

                      THE HAWK

Was it the weeds that grew out of the graves?

Or the rabbit’s foot nailed to the gate?

Or the skull of the dog on the road?

Or the sun-parched pump on the path?

Or the abandoned nest in the pump?

Or the bones of the abandoned bird in the nest?

Or all of that, or what? What was it at all

That caused all the tear-fall in the field?

Ah, had I but known why,

Sudden as the silence in the meadowlark’s song,

Raising your eyes to the sky you would print

On the silkscreen of your heart

The black silhouette of a hawk, spreadeagled against the blue,

Stock-still in expectation of some small animal

To bolt and tumble for all time through hot confusion

Into the bone-coloured meadows behind the eyes!

WHAT GOES ON

“All know that the drop merges into the ocean, but few know that the ocean merges into the drop.”

Kabir   (This quotation is also attributed to great mystic poet, Rumi - but no doubt both would agree that it comes from the same Source in any case!...)

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