A Poem from Sarajo Berman

Timeless time


A gaze of dense love passing

Offering the tone for the day

A rite of passage felt by all

For love, will, determination, courage,

These were the midline holding the dance together

The axis for coming into life

Leaving death to itself

Sweet bird like offerings of soft lips

Calm the breathing

Opening space filled with vitalization

Supported with gentle sips of fluids for moistening

Ebbs and flows alternately lapped the edges of the room

Returning to wait for a new direction of flow

Timeless time


The moment arrived




An answer to a mystery beamed brighter than the spotlight

Crowning of a fairy for all to see

Singing of an angel filled the room with delight

Breath stopped momentarily

Expanding inhale rejoicing permeating space

Sighs, tears, laughter


Timeless time


Days now opened and holding opportunities



Coming into relationship

Unknown sensing filling the space between them

All surrounded by a dynamic

A stillness in motion

Gentle quivers make way for openness

Unlimited possibilities

Oh, the joy of connecting

Nesting, rejoining what we know to be


Never to be the same again.

Sarajo Berman

An Empty Bowl

I have a metal bowl.

It was made by the latest in a lineage of such bowl makers.

It is empty, though the Ocean is in it.

If I strike it, it rings and that is useful.

I can put flowers in it, that is beautiful and that is useful but it wont ring.

My grand-son could pee in it and probably would and that would be useful but it wouldn’t ring.

If I approach it from stillness and get into joint practice with it, it sings beautifully

And the sound goes all round the Universe

And that is very useful

And the bowl is empty.

I have a mind.

It was made in eternity.

And if thoughts are in it, that is useful.

And if lesions are in it and edges of resistance, that is useful.

And sometimes it is full of roses and sometimes full of piss

and I can work with that and that is useful.

But if it is empty and I can approach another in stillness,

There is room for the whole story and she remembers who she really is

and the universe remembers who it is

and that is really useful.

And the mind is empty.

Mike Boxhall. May 2000

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