I TAKE YOUR PAIN: A MEDITATION
I take your pain from my heart,
gently set it upon a broad leaf
smooth on tranquil water.
I watch the leaf float free
drifting a tunnel of dark branches
and bright green leaves.
I pour your tears
into my cupped hands,
precious liquid gems (your adornment).
I kneel until the water
meets water and your tears
follow the River’s course
to join the encircling sea.
This is what happened to me at the Woodford Folk Festival close to twelve o'clock on New Year's Eve of the Millennium. I had decided to see in the Millenium in the all faiths worship tent, where musicians of different faiths were to play one after the other. A Sikh musician and his backing group took the stage. As I swayed to the music and chanted along I soon found myself carried into a worshipful state. While listening I focussed on the one Spirit and closed my eyes and chanted where I could. Was what happened next a vision or a visualisation? It started intentionally but went beyond that. I was concerned that there was a possibility of our destroying ourselves and all life on earth so was praying for peace and harmony for the planet in the coming thousand years. I imagined a white light shooting up from the crown of my head and I soon saw it coming from the point of the globe where I and the others I was with were worshipping. My consciousness was with the light beam and I saw a huge beam of light coming to meet it from space and when the two beams met they were one light. The enormous, powerful beam then spread and encircled the planet and I saw many more beams rising to meet it from the surface of the earth as people worshipped to initiate the new millennium. The powerful beam became an invisible band around the earth with sparks or sparkles of colour flashing from it and sending fine beams of coloured light downward. The earth looked very beautiful as it turned within the envelope of spirit. I heard the words "Where are my Christian people?" and I found tears in my eyes. I took this to be sadness at the reluctance of Christians to recognize the underlying unity of spirit at the heart of all faiths and their reluctance to join in that unity. I took the whole vision as assurance that we will be looked after in this millennium. I hope you will pass it on to others.
Love and peace, Hugh
You cowered in a corner in a back street of Kandahar
Surrounded by blood and charred wood
Trembling and squeezing the lids of your eyes
Banging your head with your tiny hands
To push all the horrors away
Your mother’s crushed body surrounded by flies
Your father blown apart by a rocket that came
From the skies in the name of world peace
I picked you up gently and you wet on my shirt
As I carried you crying through the streets
To a truck with a cross marked in red on the side
Where they told me they had worse to take care of
I took you to camp, your eyes opened wide
They flickered and stared at things that weren’t there
Looked at me and past me and through me
Your mind such a long way from peace
My mates came and smiled, gave me pats on my shoulders
Brought you dairy milk chocolate and cola
Your mouth spat it out and you moaned in my arms
Your skinny limbs started to tremble
So I sang and I rocked you with old lullabies
Were you asleep when you smiled?
Next day we made a small coffin of wood.
Perhaps then at last you found peace.
This year's bonus is
A hundred million dollars.
Listen. A giggle.
God, where are you?
The world has broken and
I am surrounded by death,
It could have been me
And I am so ashamed
I’m here when young lives
They were lives once
Are lying in the broken world
Still like eggs in the market
When snow fills the roof
Bringing it to the ground
Gods upstairs fighting
crashing and throwing
buckets of water
banging the pails
shaking trees like
rice in a winnow bowl
then the world filled with water
houses drowned and we ran
without hills to help us
no Gods put hills here
our houses were too low
so my daughter drowned
my wife was swept away
she didn’t come back
I am waiting for
government gods in Yangon
to undo the work
of the gods upstairs
but they have not come
my neighbour has the
bad shit another flood
and her body will be
a dry husk of rice
to be planted
never to grow again