Roadside Chats (20)
Kia ora: belated New Year’s greetings. – I notice the first yellow tinges on the willow tree. Autumn begins her song. Even with its new insect proof screens, Deep Song holds the heat during the long summer nights. I savour the growing nip in night-time temperatures.
I’m focused on writing. I’ve set myself a huge task: 365 meditations. It feels like a giant pile of firewood has been delivered to Deep Song. I’ve begun to stack it away. As I work the pile grows!
Attitude determines altitude
Brick by brick
I try to avoid drivenness. I refuse to focus on numbers or results. I want my writing to be an adventure. Poem by poem; meditation by meditation; I want to feel delight.
At present I’m reading; ‘If You Want to Write: A Book about Art, Independence and Spirit;’ by Brenda Ueland. Ueland writes about how writing can be a vehicle to express our true self. She says, when we write out of who-we-truly-are our writing inevitably does us ‘a great deal of good.’
‘If I wrote something true and good, that nobody cared to read
It would do me a great deal of good.’
The book stirs memories. I remember when I was 15. It’s the school holidays. I’m hitchhiking around the West Coast. I write poetry about haystacks, the Arnold River, the Vietnam War, and fantails. I’m raw and unpolished; but I love writing; and writing does me ‘a great deal of good.’
‘Sacred Fractions’ takes me places. Impossible places. It draws forth new (& astonishing) life.
I’ve begun to imagine its cover. There’s a man. I can see his back. He’s putting together a jigsaw. It stands vertical. I see that it’s an icon. There are jigsaw pieces on the table.
The icon is partially complete. The face is partly revealed. It’s ‘The Saviour:’ ‘The Zvenigorod Deeis;’ by the Russian Iconographer; Andrei Rublev. The face is green.
Saying by saying I’m being educated by the Green Christ (or the Self). I discover the Green Christ can be either feminine or masculine; that it’s beyond religious systems.
I discover the Green Christ ‘is the essence of every living thing.’ Every day, every night, the Green Christ is crucified by the powers of violence, exploitation, inhumanity, greed and injustice.
It’s the Green Christ who gives me the sayings. The Green Christ is the Teacher within.
‘Christ the Living Treasure with me’
It’s in the night I see your face
Your loving smile
Wink of grace
Your gift of life beyond all law
Your presence warm
I feel you in… my shining day
Where kereru swoop
You are the Friend… the endless One
Where river sings
Roadside Blessings – Kevin – 6/3/16