Firstly: A Reminder –
“The Time of the Sixth Sun” collecting together many elders and sages of the global human community was first launched in April 2019 and again on 6 November by Theo van Dort, Nikki Luna and Uquala, for two weeks. A wonderful and unique heart-opener about positive environmental initiatives and new technologies around the world – spiritual, community and scientific. Profoundly recommended! For more information and to keep in touch, visit timeofthesixthsun.com
In this beautiful award-winning film by Bibi, now on Vimeo
the ocean breathes through her silent dance with the Tree of life,
combining the ancient movements of Tao and Kabbalah
Bibi is my dear friend and soul sister; a grandmother, a visionary gardener of her life. She is an inspired teacher of Qi Gong and practitioner of Tai Chi. Our friendship began just 30 years ago in Warren Kenton’s contemplative group the Kabbalah society. We have embraced Ramana Maharshi’s kettle, our problematic menfolk, Gene Keys and the Goddess’s divine sitcom slapstick on planet earth.
Bibi (Barbara Brown) is co-author of Qi Gong: The Chinese Art of Working with Energy (Harper-Collins 2001). She wrote two superb novels: Looking for Doris (The Tenth Bull 2008) and Han returns to Earth (Bodytao Imprint 2013).
Above is my impression of the ninth-century tao sage Han-Shan.
In his time he inscribed his wisdom in the trees, stones and waters of Cold Mountain:
“The final glimpse of me was when I disappeared through a crack in the rock, avoiding the official Lu-Ch’iu Yin who was sending food, incense and clothes to my two companions Big Stick and Pick-Up. I left behind poetry written on bamboo, rocks and the walls of people’s houses. I left behind memories of my wild hair, birch bark hat, patchwork robe, big wooden clogs and gnarled staff …“.
Bibi’s book “Han returns to Earth” developed over a period during which a wise voice counselled her from within, with poetic precision over the field. Descending to visit her new book, Han-shan is the author’s companion of the Light. With compassion and humour, he observes from outside time the relationship tensions of 21st century human beings in North London – an unobtrusive alchemical catalyst.
For a while, you could ask Han a question on his blog, I did, a few years ago. The reply was most helpful. For now, if you want to know more about him and about Bibi’s work including Hashaq and the three books, go to her website http://www.bodytao.co.uk.
This is my painting for the cover of Bibi’s earlier book Looking for Doris:
… for her creative mentor Doris Lessing:
In this post I planned a series of trees, rocks and rivers to accompany Bibi’s beautiful presentation of Hashaq. But our old friend Han dropped in, and changed everything. I do hope you will visit him, as well as enjoying Bibi’s silent dance by the sea.
It is profoundly restful to replant the fluid spine and breathe the salt.
Mother-waters! The goddess rises everywhere on earth.
Poem No.268 from Cold Mountain by Han-Shan:
Ever since I ‘left home’
bit by bit I’ve acquired an interest in nourishing life.
I’ve stretched and drawn back, making my four limbs whole;
with diligence listened, making my six senses complete.
My coarse woollen robe is with me winter and spring;
unpolished rice sustains me morning and night.
Today, earnest and eager, I practice,
hoping to run into the Buddha.
Translation by Robert G Herricks
“The Poetry of Han-shan –
a complete annotated translation of Cold Mountain”
(c) 1990, State University of New York
My feeling just now is like Hashaq: silence. Indeed today Mercury stands still. The connection is full and warm. It is like milk, it seems to stretch the perineum, a slight earthy ache of rootedness, of reluctance to do anything. Nothing in all human knowledge and spirituality is fixed in rock. Nothing is the final or definitive version. Time of attending may be a minute or an hour, it is all the same, it flows. It is blessed. It is the thanksgiving. The angel’s Tantra lowers warm wings into Aquariel. The silence of angel’s feathers! The sensitive dermis inside seems to fill and to stretch. Woman’s work is to stretch and to let it come through. Human fences of time’s duration and enclosure are irrelevant. Be still and know I am God. I am You. I am what I utterly do not know. Not knowing is now.
Aquariel – an angel of the waters and of the air through the woods of life.
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