Elliott Patrick |
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Just a spark in the sky. The balance of life comes from the beginning, And this comes from the big bang that started this thing. From this vibration, chaos ruled in total, and now everything in the world is becoming digitally mobile. What are the chances of that, makes jazz seem like a logistical fact. When I see a bottle rocket exploding in space, I stop and wonder the chances a small universe it might create. Maybe in that few seconds a hundred million years have passed, and for me only short time has lapsed. The chances of this is beyond imagination, But so was our beginning our creation From all this chaos we came to formation, and gives reason for anyone living here years of contemplation 2003 Echo The echo of youth still remains here. But the now, brings a bit of insecurity’s fears. For the suffering that mankind endures. The choice to stop causing this pain, is a seed of compassion and a tiger to tame. With pure intention, bearing our chests, the beast can be conquered And made into a pet. The right motivation and the right steps. Can change the hard heartedness To loving ways we happily accept. Elliott 03/13/2009 Impermanence. My pen is losing ink, every word brings it closer to its end. But I remember when it was new, and full, so dark blue. It seemed it would last for ever . Fooled by the birth of my first letter, Then I became complacence and disregarded its longevity. Carefree I would just scribble, If there was only a way of recovering those lines that didn’t mean any thing. Now there’s a need to put away my pen save the ink that I’ve been given, But is that a true way of living? 20 April 2010 (The Flame.) A moment of stillness and silence combined, without any prospect that thought could define. Gone to the center and found it’s not there, grasping at illusions and wisdom disappear. Letting go as water forms any shape, calmness comes clear as an undisturbed lake. Time has no bearing, it doesn't exist, as the flames light continues after it’s extinguished. A kiss to the vastness of distance and space, forever and never, are in The same place. Space / Key Space There is an ocean between some of my friends, or a land mass that’s almost impossible to pass. Mountain ranges that touch the sky, ......but with my keyboard I can float by. Talk to people in Iceland, Thailand, Mexico, and France. The list could go on, and it circles the world. Gheshe’s, Rimpoche‘s, Lamas, and Monks, where Dharma flows like the wind, inspiring information from so many friends poetry, paintings, songs and Zen. A common understanding for so many of us. We’re sharing in the collaboration of positive direction, a great time to be part of what could change the world’s perception. |
Aware. Aware of the ten directions, the center of nowhere, ......empty perfection, A million years gone in an instance, for the past present and future, all happening in the same instant. My mind runs like a wild horse, in the clouds of imagination, as powerful as the universe will allow. Standing on the edge in endless space, filled with the light Buddha’s compassionate Dharma teaching gave. With happiness. With happiness there’s sadness that’s mixes in, For somewhere there are other’s that are suffering. When we’re sad and things look bad, time and space brings us back. ...Most of life is give and take, Trying to be surefooted in an earthquake. Sitting in a meditated pose, letting what is, come and go. Focusing on selflessness, And falling throw the sky, compassion is the way of knowing why. 18 April 2009 WINTER 2010. May spiritual bells ring in the wind, and touch the air you’re traveling in. Share the love and joy of life, with friends and smiles, that brings this time of year alive. A kind word and a hand, to all those in need, or pain. With mindful understanding how to learn to live with change. Consideration for everyone on this earth. For the more we give of ourselves, is our most precious virtue and our greatest worth. Elliott Patrick 11/15/10 Fingers bleed. My fingers bleed from the pressure to achieve, to put down on paper words to move, the minds of the few who take the time to read. Looking into the mirror of passions exhausted dreams, as I try to keep from grasping at leisure and balancing patience and wisdom while battling samsara ignorance, that keeps leading me back in to pain and suffering. Which way will I lean ? Elliott Patrick 12/11/10 Happy New Year 2011. Another chance to take a ride around the glorious golden sun, with joy of each day to love, Om Mani Padme Hum, and be part of each day of change that will come. The hope that this New Year is one of patience and generosity, where enemies become friends or at least neutral adversaries. My love to all of the teachers who have guided my way, for being so blest and helping me with my understanding today. To all who look into their minds eye and see its the best time of our lives to be alive. Elliott Patrick 12/31/10
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Aurora. Onderweg naar Aurora Door bossen en landschappen Sneeuw en storm zijn mijn metgezellen Misschien klop ik op je deur Onderweg naar Aurora Onderweg naar Aurora Van stad en dorp en onder de bruggen Monniken en zwervers verhalen Het geluid van een stad in de verte Onderweg naar Aurora Onderweg naar Aurora Sinds ik geboren ben Is er de roep van het Zuiden Sinds ik onderweg ben Onderweg naar Aurora Onderweg naar Aurora Door moerassen en twijfels Vorst en regen verhullen het zicht Misschien klop ik op je deur Onderweg naar Aurora |
Onderweg naar Aurora Zal de kar vastlopen in het ijs Mijn voeten bevriezen, zwart? Kerkklokken klinken in de horizon Onderweg naar Aurora Onderweg naar Aurora Is het een dorp of een stadje? Mocht ik bezwijken in ijzig water Overhellen tot in het riskante…? Onderweg naar Aurora Onderweg naar Aurora Verwacht je me bij de poort? Ken me als een verhaal of als een boodschap? Een oude orde in een onbekende jas? Onderweg naar Aurora Onderweg naar Aurora Een soldaat in een wachthuis huilt zacht Een nieuwe tijd hangt boven de velden Ik voel het in de straten van het dorp Onderweg naar Aurora |
Onderweg naar Aurora Wordt wakker en omhels de kilte Het komt van, en gaat terug naar woorden in de tijd Wacht een ontmoeting van hier met jou Onderweg naar Aurora Onderweg naar Aurora Hoe verder weg hoe vager het licht? Wachters verbreken de stilte Hun roep klinkt over de velden Onderweg naar Aurora Onderweg naar Aurora Soms is het licht zo geestelijk Slechts tijd voert me verder en verder Zo vreemd dat ik mijn eigen gestalte vergeet Onderweg naar Aurora Paul 2010 |