Zen and Sea Fever

Zen and Sea Fever

  I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by, And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking, And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking. Sea Fever ...
What is God?

What is God?

  The ineffable. One-liner. Star player when you’re deeply in love. Come on, you know it.   Selima Gurtler is a spiritual writer, philosopher, poet and Jnana yogi. Her modern teachings to Self-Realization and Liberation are uniquely flavoured through the...
Rivers, Mountains and Stones

Rivers, Mountains and Stones

EAST END OF LONDON,  JACK THE RIPPER and the Whitechapel murders. The Poor Houses of the 19th century. It is a troubled part of town even today with a high percentage of impoverished ethnic minorities. But – the Rolling Stones. There I was last night at the...
Look Back in Anger

Look Back in Anger

I AM ANGRY. THERE IS NO other way to say it except to amplify and to admit I am actually fuming. It is of considerable help to me to remember that I have, in these pages, spoken of anger arising in the field as it were, and in time I will discuss the angry men of...