New Year's Eve Party

My better half had said goodnight
An hour or two before midnight
So I was left to party on my own.
So, putting everything aside
I seized the chance to take a ride
And see who I would meet this time
~ Inside.

Greeting me in that crowded room
Was my old friend Joy.
She wafted over in a shiny dress,
It was made of fabric: Lightness;
A colour I can’t seem to put a name on
And as she made her presence felt
Without a word
She ushered in old mates of mine,
The Harmonizing Musos.

Now I’ve been listening to this band
For quite some time I reckon
Can never get too much of their playing
They never start and never cease
Their music gives me such release
From every kind of attitude of mind.
~ They bring me peace!

Now this party was just settling down
Joy was bringing the wine around
And I felt I’d already had a fill.
My lover pushed me on a swing
When someone let the Bogans in:
Gate-crashers of an ordinary kind
Disturbances that tend a worried mind.

A little disappointed, I
Remembered my teacher’s battle cry:
“Win the war, the battle’s not to fret.
You’re going to be a warrior ever yet!”
~ They kept their distance.



So, moving back onto the swing
I get a little inkling,
Like Mira,
That my lover’s pushing me
And I’m a child again.


Then, on that New Year’s Eve, it was eleven-fifty-four.
I remembered the dog.
It was time to comfort him
While the pounding of the fireworks rolled over the hills from town:
My turn to play the comforter.

Teacher

My teacher is like the blind man’s white cane
Enabling me to walk where darkness would not allow
No, my teacher is the cane

My teacher is the solid rock on which I walk
The firm path under my feet

My teacher gives me Knowledge
Every time I’m ready to receive.
He obliterates the barriers
By showing what light really looks and feels like.

I’m at home with my self again.

Inner Light ~ Appreciation ~ Gratitude

Light without colour
Shines without a beam
Warms without heat.
Brightness without glare
Darkness without fear
Patterns, tapestries and landscapes
Neither created nor destroyed…

Explanations end while feeling takes over.

Good Morning

When light becomes sound
And sound turns to music;
Music merges into the air I breathe
And becomes love…
Then, I’m content
And ready for breakfast!

For Today

My spaceship has no walls; no windows.
I used to call it “Breath”.
Was that a put-down?
Or is “spaceship”?

Old Lao called it Tao
But only when the gatekeeper insisted
That he write after a lifetime of teaching.

So, just for today,
I’m calling this My Spaceship.

Michael Taylor's Reconnective Healing Practice

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GLIMPSES @17years

I

I have wondered at the meaning of it all
And think to have an answer
But, as I walk through God’s unspoiled garden
I hear him say that “purpose”
Is but a human misconception.

II

You drank your morning coffee,
Caught the bus and were once again
A solute in solution
Of grey suits, white envelopes
And meaningless daily chatter.

He wanders sometimes from his place,
Among the night’s distant stars;
But, feeling the enormity of his question
Guesses at lunar insensitivity,
And shrinks back to the unfinished beer.
His thickened walls, once portable,
Have become a part of him.

She has arrived at last at the crossroads.
Will she stop and survey the map?
There will be time to decide, she thinks,
Time to turn back the hard-earned pages
And review her past for the future.

Time?
Time for one who can’t sit still
Unless sickness claims her body?

For is it really worth it in the end?
After the speeches, after the arguments;
Is it worth the worry, worth the sweat,
and the time
When we stand looking down our dusty road
To see the great battle neither won nor lost?

III

In a land of bright sunshine,
Of spring and summer all the time,
Lush green grass and paperwood trees
Snow white houses, ozone breeze
Somewhere



A human torch that will shine in the dark,
Guide and comfort, laugh and compare
And what is more, be always there
Somewhere
Somewho.

A time for peace
A time for love
A time for counsel from above,
Some time for you, some time for me,
I know that one day you will see
That now is important wherever you be…
Somewhere.

IV

Now I must believe what I have heard,
That darkness has no meaning in the dark
But in this must I add a final word:
In darkness light’s not wanted to disturb.

This will I do and be content
Just this:
If by me some beauty is created
Truth set free or worries lost…
If from your lips I raise a smile
Then, despite the darkness,
My life’s worthwhile.




Michael Taylor
Form 6 / Grade 12
1972


(I was tempted to edit this poem after rediscovering it recently, but decided to publish it just as it was written when I was sweet 17)

My Crown

I'm wearing my crown
Can you see it?
No, because it is my crown - you have your own.
Can you see and enjoy yours? I hope so:
It's made of the same jewels as mine I expect
Unclassified, uncut, mega-faceted...
I'm silly to try and describe my crown.

Forget your chakras,
My crown has no up nor down
No right side, inside, outside, upside down-ness
No colour, whiteness, dark or lightness
Its beauty comes from fullness of feeling:

I feel fulfilled as I merge into my crown now.



Forget your chakras!
Melt into that ocean within
Where even a moment can be appreciated
Like drops of pure water seeping from a mountain spring
One by one
To my thirsty mouth
Each one quenches
Yet the thirst is delicious too.