DEDICATION
For “Gillian” – who has facilitated my “tilting at windmills” for over thtirty-years!
Slaying mental images – inner ogres that divide outer things.
Pithy comments here and there – some grasp – others fantasise.
Always I return to the spiritual.
Always I am drawn to the spiritual centre.
Not smiling as if to convince others of a secret knowledge.
Rather like a mast securely fastened to the deck.
The spiritual often conflates the journey with the destination.
Direction and purpose remain unknown.
Some end their days inflated figures – like Henry VIII (but not Puyi).
Hesitant in handling so much amassed power.
Perhaps it is a seasonal thing.
The mood will change with the tilt of the breeze, or the sweet scent on the air.
Wise words have become ever more poignant.
They slip with a greater ease into my consciousness.
Adrian Chan-Wyles – Sutton (14.3.2024)
SANGHA KOMMUNE (SSR) 