A red spire smoulders
from St. Michael's sanctuary
while buried below
suppressed waters
of Cyriath flow.

Sitting samadhi
fused causation
incense dissapates.

Something Understood
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Ethical and religious discussion that examines some of the larger questions of life, taking a spiritual theme and exploring it through music, prose and poetry

Pamela Marre, a storyteller from a non-orthodox Jewish family, looks at how ancient… Continue

Poem: "Proverbial Ballade" by Wendy Cope from Making Cocoa for Kingsley Amis. © Faber & Faber.

Proverbial Ballade

Fine words won't turn the icing pink;
A wild rose has no employees;
Who boils his socks will make them shrink;
Who catches cold is sure to sneeze.
Who has two legs must wash his knees;
Who breaks the egg will find the yolk;
Who locks his door will need his keys—
So say I and so say the folk.

You can't shave with a tiddlywinks,
Nor make red wine from garden pea… Continue

As well as being a wonderful opportunity to practice mindfulness, meals also provide us with the teaching of interconnectedness.

What a gift it is to have a meal! How many countless beings, sentient and insentient, provide food for us?

When eating an apple compassion is manifesting itself. A seed, sun, rain and earth grew the tree (worms were covered in the previous blog blessing). Somehow the apple has been brought to us, most probably by several people.

When does the apple cease to be an ap… Continue