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Being

mwoolcock — Tue, 17 Aug 2010 07:23:29 +0000

Being

The beingness of all that I am,

on every level of my being,

inflow, outflow,

all encompassed in the stillness of the present moment.

Watching, calmly aware,

stillness pervades the loving eyes of awaremess itself.

Content in the knowingness of its own divinity

A visual poem titled: Simplicity

mwoolcock — Thu, 01 Apr 2010 05:52:00 +0000

A visual poem titled

“Simplicity”

Swirling whirling eternal mists of night,
split the darkness with soft saturnal light.
Rushing, enveloping calmly crashing might,
encroaching the rim of blind forgotten sight.
tenuous, touching delicately poised,
in tremulous silence no sound or noise,
wafts a soft whisper of waking joy,
the childlike awareness of a playful toy.

Poem Titled: Being

mwoolcock — Tue, 29 Dec 2009 03:15:00 +0000

Here is a new poem inspired from my painting “Being”

The centre of ourselves as we really are,
is as bright as the light of a brilliant star.
Enmeshed in the worlds that come from within,
lost from our centre amidst all the din.
Then awake once more to the truth of our being,
we settle in the silence at the centre of our scene.

Birth of the Warrior

mwoolcock — Tue, 29 Dec 2009 03:10:00 +0000

Here is a poem I created from contemplating on the painting below.

Alone on a journey, thats all inside,

where there’s never a place to run and hide.

Then awareness awakens to the light within,

giving strength for the journey about to begin.

Michael

Light of Truth poem

mwoolcock — Tue, 29 Dec 2009 03:03:00 +0000

The poem below came to me while contemplating on the above painting.

The strength of our vision,

shines ever in the darkest night,

guiding our way in the sea of life.

Poem Titled: Being

mwoolcock — Tue, 01 Sep 2009 09:15:54 +0000

Here is a new poem inspired from my painting “Being”

The centre of ourselves as we really are,

is as bright as the light of a brilliant star.

Enmeshed in the worlds that come from within,

lost from our centre amidst all the din.

Then awake once more to the truth of our being,

we settle in the silence at the centre of our scene.

Birth of the Warrior

mwoolcock — Sun, 22 Mar 2009 02:08:28 +0000

Here is a poem I created from contemplating on the painting below.

Alone on a journey, thats all inside,

where there’s never a place to run and hide.

Then awareness awakens to the light within,

giving strength for the journey about to begin.

Michael

Light of Truth poem

mwoolcock — Mon, 09 Mar 2009 02:19:47 +0000

The poem below came to me while contemplating on the above painting.

The strength of our vision,

shines ever in the darkest night,

guiding our way in the sea of life.

Simplicity poem

mwoolcock — Wed, 10 Sep 2008 01:52:00 +0000

— Simplicity —

Swirling whirling eternal mists of night,

split the darkness with soft saturnal light.

Rushing, enveloping calmly crashing might,
encroaching the rim of blind forgotten sight.

tenuous, touching delicately poised,

in tremulous silence no sound or noise,

wafts a soft whisper of waking joy,

the childlike awareness of a playful toy.

Timelessness Poem

mwoolcock — Sun, 07 Sep 2008 12:53:00 +0000

– Timelessness —

A poignant point on the precipice of time, enfolds the eons in its timeless grasp. A delicacy of movement transcends the spatial spheres. A knot of knowing awakens within the dark depths, alive in awareness of its own unspeakable joy.