Will We Ever Learn to Be?

Denounce or admit

That the picture might be true,

The birth of us all

In a galaxy so blue.

Where the stars burn and ponder

On the wisdom of it all

And the sun shines down

And holds us all in thrall.

In a pre-atomic world

Where cavemen sit and stare

And ask the same questions

Of which we are aware.

This malleable universe

Where planets come and go.

Do we ever reach maturity?

Or build on what we know?

Will we ever learn to be?

Just be and not to care?

For past or future

We're neither here nor there.

Philosophers and priests,

Laymen and the young

Reach a certain point

And find they've just begun.

For the beginning was so small,

It's difficult to see

And the end is oh so distant

That what will be will be.

John Hobbs

The Moth

Sanguine girl of Empires lost sitting near a flame,

Edge a little closer now and whisper God your name.

Persian tales of sudden love beat within her heart,

Like wildfire stories spread from noon, sunset, ‘till dark.

To keep alive Eastern myths is what we all applaud,

But will she dare dissolve into the flame to find her sword?

She longs to fight for Union on the battlefield of bliss,

To meet her God all alone and greet Him with a kiss.

Her mind is free of bitterness, her soul a source of love

And wine is a reminder, but is sacrament enough?

For she is a true, true, Lover, journeying since birth,

A molten, desperate traveller ransoming her worth.

A chrysalis so fragile, a moth that knows no fear

Longing for the light of God, drawing ever near.

Now she's on her knees again, a smile on her lips

Her journey but a memory, a universal trip.

Into the warmth of spirit now, deep and bright and pure,

She's reached her final resting place in God she is assured.

John Hobbs

Amnesty

The aura breaks down

Then reassembles

A rainbow projection.

You stutter then grow in confidence

As the sun startles

Then climbs.

You long to speak of encounters

In Moorish alleyways

And deserted abbeys.

The fog is enticing

Yet a waste

Mercy never far away.

Reach out - pick that flower

Release the inmates of your mind

Amnesty for all.

John Hobbs

The Master

 What it is to be immune

To the struggle as it turns

With every brand new orbit

The soul it grows and learns.

 I meet him in the clouds

And on a sandy beach

I sit with my old master

Who's always there to teach.

 To teach me of the mind

And the body which needs air

Of consciousness and solitude

And God who truly cares.

 He exists within a particle

And on a gentle breeze

The lessons which emerge

Bring me to my knees.

Where I can offer thanks

For another night survived

And a day which stretches onwards

In this special, precious life.

 He looks the same as ever

Spiritually alert

Eyes which hold the ocean

And shatter so much hurt.

 So when he is no longer

I won't feel so alone

I'll think of us together

In his tiny, humble home.

 When he's become a glowing sun

And so shines down on me

I'll be that grain of desert sand

That once was all at sea.

John Hobbs

Waking Up

I find comfort in the calm

Before and after the storm.

I'm walking into your heart,

Through an ever open door.

I'm waking myself up,

Climbing into Now,

Challenging illusion,

Crawling on the bough.

I'm cherishing the moment

For that is all there is.

I'm flourishing inside,

I've weighed up all the risks.

I'm talking to my soul,

Falling to my knees.

Abandoning the windy path

Through a multitude of trees.

I'm shadowing ebullience,

Until the sun has gone to bed,

Taking hold of my emotions

And the dictates of my head.

John Hobbs