Over the next few months I’ll be recording all/most of the stuff on this blog and placing them on my new YouTube channel called ‘Slow in the City.’
(https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCL_0DMMCP4XtdFJj-gzr_Mg)
Starting a You-tube channel
Hello
I have just started a You-Tube channel called ‘Slow in the City’, which is me reciting some of these blog entries.
If you are interested here’s my first offering:
Beauty is always here.
I am
currently slowly reading and pondering over some of the wonderful message given to this world by Hazrat Inayat Khan. Upon this continuing nexus of change he soothes by reminding the deep that:
‘It is the greatest relief to forget, it is like bathing in the Ganges.
The present has so many beautiful things to offer us;
if only we open our eyes to look at them
we do not need look for beauty in the past.
Beauty is always here.’
(page 198 of The Sufi Message of Hazrat Inayat Khan, vol V111)
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Camino 2: New daze dawning
Waking I have become one of the thirty-two who gather belongings in the dark and move into this new day. I have become a breathing, watching part of The Way, this emerging disparate collective of 10,000 hero’s and shero’s who every month journey towards Santiago and St James.
gloom follows darkness while
memories encroach upon
un-stretched footfalls of this repeating now.
emergent sinews warm within an unfamiliar
familiar sunrise. heart rates beat through
dust tracks of sweat to trickle back and traipse to trail
before these mountainous beauties.
Moved to become, step by step, we move towards that distant place
where Love lays bare its beckoning
where futures burn the residues of mindlessness
where soft blues circulate and commune
to toe and heal past pavement cracks
to haze and soothe in mindfulness
this earth bound cling to far off family bliss
and the half remembered vagrancies
of city centre urbane stress.
‘….so too He fashioned the hero, the poet or orator. The poet cannot do what that the other does, he can only admire, love and rejoice in the hero….for the poet is as it were the hero’s better nature, powerless it may be as a memory is, but also transfigured as a memory is.’ S. Kierkegaard, from preview to ‘Fear and Trembling.’
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