Uncle Pete

Eternal love,
I am bought to my knees.
The sadness, a shocking reminder
Of the Beauty.

Here in the realisation
Of mortality,
Lies the seed
Of eternity.

This body,
A vessel-
The tangible link
Between existence
And emptiness.

My soul
A playground for the Beloved.
The ability to feel
And be.

I love you.

Thank you.

The Passage of Time

Tonight I feel the passage of time
So close
And in the centre of that,
The timeless.

Can I open my heart wide enough,
Nay, can I see that it is already wide enough
To hold the heartbreaking beauty
Of both?

The tender curl of your eyelashes,
The pout of your lip.
The innocence in your eyes,
That brings tears to my own.

I love you as if I’ve already lost you,
For you are an un-capturable moment in time,
Your presence a constant reminder
To breathe,
To love,
To live.

In this knowledge,
I stay my hand from grasping you
Lest I cast an anchor
upon your ship.

For you are sailing freely now,
Strong and bold and true,
With the wind of life in your sails
And the beloved at your tiller.

I know that sometimes the seas will be rough,
Perhaps one day, you will even find yourself mast-less,
Broken and drifting
Upon a seemingly uncaring sea.

But I will do my best to stand staunch in the knowledge
That you are guided
By the tender hand of the unseen.
Perhaps to places deeper within yourself,
Where you see
That regardless of the shape of the ocean,
You were never once, not for a moment,
Separate from the sea.

That you are life, my child!
That you are stardust
And magnificence,
Ancient wisdom
And timeless innocence
All rolled into one.

Loving you breaks my heart
Wide open
To life.



I tried to speak to you today
Instead I hung my head in shame.
How presumptuous of me
To think that in your presence
I could say anything at all.

For how could words encompass
The unutterable.
How could my lips give shape
To the silent beating
Of my heart.

I am a temple
And you speak me.
I can only lay down my words
Rest this tongue
And listen.

For Ty


Do not be ashamed of your sensitivity!
It has brought you many riches.

You see what others cannot see,
Feel what others are ashamed to feel.

You are more open, less numb.
You find it harder to turn a blind eye.

You have not closed your heart,
in spite of everything.

You are able to hold
the most intense highs
and the darkest lows
in your loving embrace.

(You know that neither define you.
Everything passes through.
You are a cosmic vessel.)

Celebrate your sensitivity!
It has kept you flexible and open.

You have remained close to wonder.
And awareness burns brightly in you.

Don’t compare yourself with others.
Don’t expect them to understand.

But teach them:
It’s okay to feel, deeply.
It’s okay to not know.
It’s okay to play
on the raw edge of life.

Life may seem ‘harder’ for you at times,
And often you are close to overwhelm.

But it’s harder still
to repress your overwhelming gifts.

Sensitive ones,
Bring some gentleness into this weary world!

Shine on with courageous sensitivity!

You are the light bearers!

– Jeff Foster


I hold this imperfection
I hold it in my chest
I hold this imperfection,
So dear and so blessed.
I am vast enough to love it,
I am vast enough to be.
I am deep enough to hold it,
Try it and you’ll see.
I love this perfect imperfection that is me.

The Flaws of Time

When the flaws of time
Mar your world
And all seems deep and dark.
When shadows of doubt
Bind your mind
And dim your beautiful spark.
Keep opening, precious flower,
Stand staunch and strong.
You are here beloved,
Exactly where you belong.

How to Meditate

It’s funny sitting here, thinking how I might try to explain ‘how’ to meditate. See, the true meditative state isn’t something you can ‘do’ – it’s what you already are! Always here, never further away than just right here. So blatantly obvious that when you realise it for yourself you may giggle uncontrallably at the fact that you ever could have missed it!

This is why I believe so faithfully in self-inquiry.

I guess I’ll explain what this is from the perspective of my own journey. I read once that the fastest route to enlightenment is the ‘I am’ meditation. For some reason, that particular pointer sunk deep into my psyche. I was suffering from pretty bad insomnia at the time so I had many peaceful, silent hours in which to contemplate this.

Rather than the traditional route of self-enquiry, though, which involves asking ‘what am I?’ I took a slightly different tack and said over and over in my mind, ‘I am’ whilst trying to see the reality of this. Lo and behold, after many hours, I realised – holy shit, I am! I had awoken, momentarily, to the perspective of pure being. The realisation and remembering that what I am is this awareness. I am the substrate in which thoughts appear, I am still nothingness, peaceful and vast. I am this that I am! What a simple yet profound realisation.

So… how to meditate? Find out, right now, what it is that you already are. Open yourself to the possibility that the truth is closer to you than your own nose!

Rest there and let it undo you.