Poem: I Am the I Am

Poem: I Am the I Am

I’m not this hair

I’m not this skin

I am the Soul that lives within.

I’m not these lips

I’m not these eyes

I am the Spirit therein resides.

I’m not these hands

I’m not these feet

I am the Body incomplete .

I’m not these looks

I’m not this style

I am a Universal child

I’m not the you

I’m not the they

I am the I am,

In Every way.

Liam

Poem: Is this Love? ❤️

Poem: Is this Love? ❤️

Let my love grow like this seed,

unfolding slowly deep in me.

The gentle sprout the subtle root,

My beating heart to find the route,

Through the thicket, thorns,

brambles and decay.

A light shines forward it shares the way.

Towards the lips

Towards the this

Towards those feelings,

so dearly missed.

Of something new so deep and strong,

Feeling found cannot be wrong.

Such is the magnet of this kiss,

Attracts me forwards towards the bliss,

towards the now

Towards the synchronicity

Towards the how.

It just happened.

Liam July 2018

Blog 7: Bombay

Blog 7: Bombay

We sailed the Arabian sea that night, to the right the great mysterious continent of India, below the dark oily sea, above the high sparkling spread of Cassiopeia amongst the Milky Way.

Each inch of space was packed, passengers and baggage, in-dispersed with the occasional squawk of a chicken, bleat of a goat or the demanding scream of a hungry baby.

My heart beat joined the heavy regular thump of the ship engine, merging with machine and the wind of passage, like a cooling caress they carring me gently off to sleep.

Three humungous grunts of the ships horn were thrown as greetings, each peeling away into the misty morning haze as we entered the harbor of Bombay. Around us were ships of every shape size and color, before us the red granite of the old harbor wall.

For those of you did not know it Bombay originally was made up of seven islands, first used by the Portuguese in the sixteenth century for its fine deep harbor and only in 1894 with the help of some magnificent British engineering were the islands linked with land fill and a lasting harbor built.

The morning arrived and with it the tension and dynamic of a city that surpassed my wildest dreams and my most fundamental imaginations. To be quite honest, I was completely washed off my feet, bowled over and buried in humanity.

The multitudes, the hordes and infinity of people surging forwards and backwards, here and there, this way that.

It left me, to say the least very confused.

“Money… Money….money”

Screeched a young ragged man, shuffling down the aile of the crowded bus. His selling point was unique & horrible at the same time, the tibula and fibula of his right arm were missing . The hand , still intact, shriveled and waxy, swung wildly about as he approached. His Beady eye projected the screeching directly at me, now as I hurriedly dug out the last Rupees in my wallet.

My point of refuge was the Buddha Lounge Inn a simple traveler lodge in the city .Once those protective wooden doors closed affirmatively behind me, I was able to take a deep breath and realize that I was sinking in a sea of humanity.

India is a great continent of extra ordinarily diversified cultures, people, religions, believes and casts.

With my European origin, I simply added to this diversification. The trouble being that my European origins had a strong magnetic effect on the cripples, the diseased, the sick, the homeless (huge quantities of humanity slept on the streets) and the starving.

Begging is a Necessary and well excepted part of Indian culture. Offerings are made all the time at the shrines and temples both large and small scattered throughout the cities and countries side.

I became besieged with the needy and gave away everything that I had.

I felt drained and empty and helpless.

Liam

8 Ancient Greek Rules for this Life, We Should Still Follow Today

8 Ancient Greek Rules for this Life, We Should Still Follow Today .

(This is a think, take it slowly)

If you’ve ever suffered from anxiety, or even depression, you might find some relief in the ancient philosophy of Stoicism.

Wait: It’s probably not what you think, if you think of stoics as people who hide their emotions you are probably wrong.

Epictetus an Ancient Philosophy for Modern Problems.

A combination of philosophy and psychology is not only practical; it’s an effective way of approaching today’s problems.

For anyone with the tiniest bit of an analytic bent, or those with authentic needs.

1) It’s not events that cause us suffering, but our opinion about events.

The Stoics thought we could transform emotions by understanding how they’re connected to our beliefs and attitudes. Often what causes us suffering is not a particular adverse event, but our opinion about it. We can make a difficult situation much worse by the attitude we bring to it. This doesn’t mean relentlessly “thinking positively”—it simply means being more mindful of how our attitudes and beliefs create our emotional reality.

2) Our opinions are often unconscious, but we can bring them to consciousness by asking ourselves questions.

Socrates said we sleepwalk through life, unaware of how we live and never asking ourselves if our opinions about life are correct or wise. The way to bring unconscious beliefs into consciousness is simply to ask yourself questions:

Why am I feeling this strong emotional reaction?

What interpretation or belief is leading to it? Is that belief definitely true?

Where is the evidence for it?

The Stoics used journals to keep track of their automatic responses and to examine them.

3) We can’t control everything that happens to us, but we can control how we react.

Epictetus, the slave-philosopher, divided all human experience into two domains—things we control, and things we don’t.

We don’t control other people, the weather, the economy, our bodies and health, our reputation, or things in the past and future. The only thing we have complete control over is our beliefs—if we choose to exercise this control. But we often try to exert complete control over something external, and then feel insecure and angry when we fail.

Or we fail to take responsibility for our own thoughts and beliefs, and use the outside world as an alibi. Focusing on what you control is a powerful way to reduce anxiety and assert autonomy in chaotic situations. The Serenity Prayer is a nice encapsulation of this idea.

4) Choose your perspective wisely.

Every moment of the day, we can choose the perspective we take on life, like a film-director choosing the angle of a shot. One of the exercises the Stoics practiced was called the View From Above:

If you’re feeling stressed by some niggling annoyances, project your imagination into space and imagine the vastness of the universe. From that cosmic perspective, the annoyance doesn’t seem that important anymore—you’ve made a molehill out of a mountain.

Another technique the Stoics used (along with Buddhists and Epicureans) was bringing their attention back to the present moment if they felt they were worrying too much about the future or ruminating over the past.

Seneca told a friend: “What’s the point of dragging up sufferings that are over, of being miserable now because you were miserable then?”

5) Habits are powerful.

One thing the Stoics got, which a lot of modern philosophy (and religious studies) misses with its focus on theory, is the importance of practice, training, repetition and, in a word, habits.

Because we’re such forgetful creatures, we need to repeat ideas over and over until they become ingrained habits. It might be useful to talk about the Stoic technique of the maxim, how they’d encapsulate their ideas into brief memorizable phrases or proverbs

—“Everything in moderation” or “The best revenge is not to be like that”—which they would repeat to themselves when needed. Stoics also carried around little handbooks with some of their favorite maxims.

6) Fieldwork is vital.

Another thing the Stoics got, which modern philosophy often misses, is the idea of fieldwork. One of my favorite quotes from Epictetus is: “We might be fluent in the classroom but drag us out into practice and we’re miserably shipwrecked.”

If you’re trying to improve your temper, practice not losing it. If you’re trying to rely less on comfort eating, practice eating less junk food.

Seneca said: “The Stoic sees all adversity as training.” Imagine if philosophy also gave us street homework, tailor-made for the habits we’re trying to weaken or strengthen, like practicing asking a girl out, or practicing not gossiping about friends, or practicing being kind to someone every day. Imagine if people didn’t think philosophy was “just talking.”

7) Virtue is sufficient for happiness.

Stoicism wasn’t just a feel-good therapy; it was an ethics, with a specific definition of the good life:

The aim of life for Stoics was living in accordance with virtue. They believed if you found the good life not in externals like wealth or power but in doing the right thing, then you’d always be happy, because doing the right thing is always in your power and never subject to the whims of fortune.

A demanding philosophy, and yet also in some ways true: Doing the right thing is always in our power.

8) We have ethical obligations to our community.

The Stoics pioneered the theory of cosmopolitanism—the idea that we have ethical obligations not just to our friends and family, but to our wider community, and even the community of humanity. Sometimes our obligations might clash—between our friends and our country, or between our government and our conscience. (For example, would we resist the Nazis if we grew up in 1930s Germany?)

Do we really have moral obligations to people on the other side of the world? What about other species, or future generations?

Liam

Poem: UNIVERSALITY

Poem: UNIVERSALITY

We are not only a drop within the ocean of consciousness,

But we are also the mighty ocean contained within that drop.

We are not only the star within the great Cosmos,

But we contain within us an entire universe of light.

When the thunder rolls it’s lightning that flashes in the synapses of my brain.

The rain, fresh and cool on every leaf, flows strong within my veins.

The sun which greets this warming day,

My heart shouts;

I live, I love, I touch & hear you say.

We are not only a drop with in the ocean of consciousness,

But we are also the mighty ocean contained within that drop.

Liam 2018 July

Poem: I Am Enough

Poem: I Am Enough

I am enough.

Indeed am I.

Always have been,

Will be too.

Completely unique individually me.

Not hard to see, to feel or appreciate.

I am enough now.

How I viewed the idiosyncrasies.

How I felt the inadequacy.

How I touched the insecurities.

These chained the intrinsic unfolding young me.

They held my head Beneath the horizon of my own expected life.

They locked my mind in spaces lost & lonely.

No more,

Of this now I’m sure.

The door now wide,

While deep inside the light.

White clear and clean

Illuminates through me.

I am enough

Indeed am I.

Complete and true and me.

Good enough to simply

Be free.

Liam June 2018

Poem: ✨Evening Rest 💫

Poem: Evening Rest

Evening Rest

As this day now leaves to lie,

Rays once warm they fill the sky.

In colors changing to heaven bright.

The blues to hues of reds, the white the golden might.

Of a day departed and with me too.

One more moment of bliss complete.

Of touch and love of fleeting happy you.

Yes, you an angel dancing high.

Dancing clouds you cross my eye .

Your horizon lies with me this day.

You fill the night with a starry sky,

with sparks,

with thoughts,

with dreams,

with intervening flashes we unite.

Build a picture, a cosmology ,

A heaven, a party book of light.

Closing now my eyes to sleep

The wonder in my breast I’ll keep.

Till waking neigh on mornings wing

A new, a day together we’ll sing.

Rested

Liam July 2017

Poem: The Rose

Poem: The Rose 🌹

If she loves,

She lives and touches me.

Is it serendipity?

A blossom opens to receive the morning light.

The perfumed aura of delight.

Breathless from this rose in red.

Her sight alone leaves me dizzy.

Perfect, her form saturates me.

The rose, the red, the unspoken, the said, the magnificent vibrant now .

The synchronization of how this came to be.

A magic web of we.

A thread you spin to me.

A heart pulse makes the sound.

A flower in love is found.

The Rose 🌹

Liam May 2018

Blog 5 Arugam to Cochin Elephants & Airplanes:

Blog 5

Arugam to Cochin

Elephants & Airplanes:

Indian elephants are gorgeous, their small freckled ears, long curling eyelashes and small yet appropriate whisking tails imbue them with the qualities of a ballerina carting a trunk. To watch them stepping down through the jungle on to the beach, youngsters and babies entangled between their legs was hilarious. To my unexpected delight the Kumana National Elephant Park boarders Arugam Bay. Here I watched those grand and gentle creatures splashing around in the wild salty sea, while waiting in the water for swells to arrive.

Up the beach, Singales fishermen pulled their ancient trade on outrigger canoes hewn from a single enormous trunk. The rigging, simple yet effective, a great triangular dart of white canvas tethered for & aft would carry them across the early evening horizon. Each ploughing white creamy furrows of froth and bubbles into the turquoise ocean as they raced home to sell the catch.

Fresh fish was our staple diet. The Ranjit brothers who operated the Suria Beach Hut Accommodation were culinary magicians who, cooking on an open fire, inspired 5star meals day after paradisiacal day. Water was drawn by bucket from a well, while the huts simple construction of tied palm leaves protected one from the sun at day, yet let in the star twinkle between the leaves at night.

“Quick Liam, you’ve got to see this!”

Distracted from my bedtime read, I quickly swatted a blood bloated mosquito on my arm then together with Reiner I raced down between the dark palms to the beach.

A bioluminescent tide had washed up against the shore, it’s invisible microscopic creatures unconcerned with my wonder.

Dear reader, this is truely wonderful experience, so exotic it’s a challenge to describe.

Darkness hides, but the wet becomes a living thing creating glowing shapes as your legs wade in the molten blue.

That to which the wet clings to emanates a ghostly light, imbuing my lower calf with its transient radiant profile.

Gleefully i threw handfuls of wet stars to the night, each a momentary glowing drop of mystery. Splashing back into the water each drop recreating an incandescent ripple, not of fire but of my amazement.

The Fokker F27 Friendship is a turboprop airliner developed and manufactured by the Dutch aircraft manufacturer Fokker. It has the distinction of being the most numerous post-war aircraft to have been manufactured in the Netherlands and also one of the most successful European airliners of its era.

Mine stood baking on the soft tarmac at Colombo’s Bandaranaike International Airport. The flight was a mere hop across the Gulf of Mannar to Trivandrum in Kerala and to customs inspector Sri Lakshmi Sangahr, but that’s the next story.

I buckled down for the takeoff and with a roar we took to the blue.

Liam May 2018