Outside inside

My outside is my inside playground

The inside is the outside.
The outside is the inside.
In darkest night,
nothing changes from the
inside to the outside.

The sun rises over me.

In the light I see the outside
as identical to the inside.
Glory, huge hugging glory,
expands and I know
the inside is bigger than the outside


I have been shaken to my depths since the war began in Ukraine. I have been trying to rebalance, to rediscover my equanimity. Why do I feel the pain so of these sufferers? Where is safety now? What is lit now on my path, where I used to need nothing to light my way?

It is hard work this cleaning of the heart’s wounds. It is good to light one by one the guttering candles on my way, my patient way to remember. My heart waits for me in the Middle Way. I know exactly where to look

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