from BARDO

The stars are in our belly; the Milky Way our umbilicus.

Is it a consolation that the stuff of which we’re made

is star-stuff too?

– That wherever you go you can never fully disappear –

dispersal only: carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, oxygen.

Tree, rain, coal, glow-worm, horse, gnat, rock.

Roselle Angwin

Tuesday, 9 October 2012

'mind is clear light' poem

sky sutra 
(‘mind is clear light’ – Dalai Lama)

mist followed me up from the river but always ahead of me the sky gleamed sapphire and I thought of how it was when I flew into winter Geneva, skimming the mountains and lurching through thick dank cloud, stepping out into sleet and knowing all the time that just a few hundred feet above was pristine blue, sunset chinking prisms off every cloud snow-peak, a milk of cloud-lakes silking the flanks of real mountains and a whole nation of rainbows
                             a kind of private lightshow for the hell of it that those below us couldn’t see and that made everyone on that plane gasp – for disbelief and amazement and joy not fear of turbulence and the proximity of rock – as we plunged bucking through that fog-blanket into such a different world

and how easy it is to forget


 ~ Roselle Angwin, from Bardo (Shearsman 2011) 



  1. I love this. It's a useful thing to remember, that there is that blue sky just beyond the clouds.
    It is also useful as a meditation tool, to 'see' the whole picture beyond the everyday hurdles. :)

  2. Veronica, thank you :-). Yes - we forget...



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