Flanders Field (11.11.12) Poem by Brian Taylor

Enter the Heart Chakra.
What can be seen?

A meadow.

An enormous meadow,
stretching as far as the eye can see
in all directions.

In the centre of it is a great tree.

'What is this great meadow? '
'It is Flanders Field.'
'Let the astrals appear! '

After a long time,
a trench appears,
stretching into infinity.
It is full of soldiers with rifles
and behind them great guns.

Opposite them, in the far distance
and facing them,
is another trench,
also full of soldiers with rifles,
and behind them great guns.

This must be the Enemy.

All the time, the soldiers and the guns
are firing, firing, firing.

But nothing is heard.
It is all completely silent.

The soldiers have Centres of varying colours,
mostly gold but also dark blue and some green.

"Make yourself visible to them. All of them."

They stop and are surprised.

"Make their Centres brighter."

As their Centres brighten
and they become aware of them,
there is a palpable change of mood,
like a breeze springing up across a cornfield.

'It is all over! You can go home now! '

They stare, uncomprehending, in the silence.

'It is all over! You can go home now! '

'It is all over! You can go home now! '

After the third time,
realisation and understanding
gradually appear in their faces.

'It is all over! You can go home now! "

Slowly they subside into their Centres.
Their empty bodies shrivel
and sink into the earth.

The great tree stands
with bare branches of winter.

The trenches disappear into grass.

'Let this place have fertile soil for five hundred years! '

Silence and peace are palpable.
There is no sign that there were ever soldiers here.

Small buds are forming on the tree.