Monday 12 December 2011

Saturday 8 October 2011

Tuesday 4 October 2011

Wednesday 28 September 2011

Friday 16 September 2011


Very few of us write on a blank page,
Or eat off an empty plate.
Try not to think and you are thinking
Ignore the moment and you dream.

Rudra adapted many a strategy over the years to achieve emptiness.
He thought he had identified the enemy and began to encircle it.
A full frontal attack was followed by the infiltration of undercover agents.

Locking horns prolongs the conflict.
Strategic retreat earns respite.
But he was not looking for either of these. 

Sixty years passed before he realised he was in a gallery of ghosts. 

-Rudra Nua

Thursday 15 September 2011

Non-Duality for golfers:
'Every hole a hole in one.'

Tuesday 13 September 2011

I confess I truly know nothing.
The appearance is a bafflement
The body equally so
And please dont start on the mind.

Slipping through these immense waters, nothing stirs.

Once I was surrounded with barriers,
Problems followed hot on each other's heels.
But what can be left when there is no lucky winner, no lucky loser?

-Rudra Nua

How could you
Tread in yesterday's footprint
Inhabit the space you just left
Replicate the person that stepped out of the moment just gone?
The carpet rolls up behind you
There is just the right amount of carpet where you stand.

Tent pegs will not penetrate rock
Ideal ground is right beneath you.

I once saw a fozen river
But even that thawed in the spring
Why flog a dead horse?
Leave not a trace of your existence.

-Rudra Nua


'Are we there yet?'
'There' will never be here.

"Is this really it?"
Yes, this really is it.

"Will everything fall into place
When I reach my destination?"
Everything is in place.
You will never reach your destination.

There will never be an end of the line.
How could there be a beginning or an end
When there is no line?

-Rudra Nua

Saturday 6 August 2011


Persistent rain thrums outside my window,
What delicious music. 
So much so that I can't tell the difference between waking and sleeping.
Yet an acutely sensitive awareness and a body lie in a warm bed.
Thoughts are extruded in word form and land on a page.

What does he know?
What knows him?
Ah, the sheer impenetrable mystery of it.

The jockey stays loyal to the horse,
The horse to the jockey.
As they round the bend
Both vanish like exhausted smoke.

What is left cannot be discussed.


Why bother tinkering with the diet,
Upgrading the kennel, 
Improving  the attitude, 
Preening the coat, 
Until the nature of the dog is known.

Pimp my pup is fine for some
But one day that pup will roar.

Sunday 26 June 2011


The tsunami doesn’t stop to ask people
About their beliefs.
Neither does the mountain stream quiz the rocks
On their opinions,
On its way to the sea.

To be as hollow as we can
Signifies least resistance to the waves of life.
Be slippery, be pliant
That way the path is easy.

Every last morsel can only be devoured,
Or it has a habit of devouring you.

Saturday 25 June 2011


Fatigue for breakfast
Judgement for lunch
Banter for afternoon tea
Ill humour for dinner

Late at night
He breaks out of his shell
All night long
All night long
He sings the praises of life eternal.

Sunday 12 June 2011

His teacher generously relaxed the baggage restrictions so that he could take the weight of the world on board. Mysteriously it became as light as a feather.

Thursday 2 June 2011


Thursday 26 May 2011


The unexpected happens moment to moment, the expected is a mere colouration of the mind.

The Curtain

Wednesday 25 May 2011

Monday 23 May 2011


Whether I accept or not makes no difference to what is.

Sunday 22 May 2011


We all have our story, but in most cases our story has us.

It is so hands off that there are no hands.

Friday 6 May 2011

I know most when I know nothing.

Tuesday 19 April 2011

Clarity and confusion row the same boat but the sail does all the work.

The One keeps whispering to me 'throw in the towel’ but donkey wants his carrot.

Saturday 9 April 2011

Slip the moorings before you slip the moorings.

Friday 8 April 2011

 This is the big dipper, always unknown and unpredictable, by its nature outside the bounds of any approach.

To set it in words is only a tease and a bind. Yet when it needs to be spoken it stammers, stammers in joy. 

Wednesday 6 April 2011

Sunday 3 April 2011

Ramana peeked out of my eyes this morning and for a moment I thought I had never lived till then 

Friday 1 April 2011

Two students.
1. Do you practice meditation?
2. I notice that it sometimes practices me.

'The path exists but not the traveller on it.' Even the first part of that statement is open to question.

It is said "if you meet the Buddha on the road, kill him."
To tell you the truth I haven't got the energy to dispatch the blighter.
Come to think of it, why bother killing your true self.

Wednesday 23 March 2011

Nobodies are so big that there is no room for anything else and so small that they fit everywhere.

Tuesday 15 March 2011

This 5 star hotel is your birthright. 

If you have to build it or maintain it, it's only a hovel.

Monday 14 March 2011

This 5 star hotel is your birthright. 
If you have to build it or maintain it, it's only a hovel.

Friday 4 March 2011

He wore many shoes over the years, some comfortable some uncomfortable. But the bare foot remained constant.

Sunday 27 February 2011

I watched a concept fly up into a tree, accompanied by a magpie.

-From 'Borderline Zen', a work in progress.

Monday 7 February 2011


Dilated Pupil: Master, what is hope?
Master: One of the most duplicitous words in the English dictionary.

From Borderline Zen, a work in progress

Saturday 1 January 2011


Sage is our nature, time our shadow.