Sunday, December 16, 2012

Darker Than Night

Painting by Colin McCahon

 - James K Baxter

A pair of sandals, old black pants
And leather coat – I must go, my friends,
Into the dark, the cold, the first beginning
Where the ribs of the ancestor are the rafters
Of a meeting house – windows broken
And the floor white with bird dung – in there
The ghosts gather who will instruct me
And when the sea mist rises
Te ra rite tonu te Atua –
The sun who is like the Lord
Will warm my bones, and his arrows
Will pierce to the centre of the shapeless clay of the mind.


Monday, December 10, 2012

Finding The Light

I have just finished reading (for the second time) a book by Vicki Mackenzie called "Cave In The Snow". It's about Tenzin Palmo, an English woman who spent 12 years alone on retreat in a cave high in the mountains (13,500 feet) on the Tibetan border. What does one say? Well the Buddhists that I know would probably all say this: