The never ending poem (feel free to add to it)
 all this chirping hope bush after bush I'm writing letters again why can't they leave me alone I shut the windows but they're too loud and they fill every free space until the whole day is wasted and in dreams they follow me sparrows sparrows sparrows sparrows my head is full of them |
... so I choose to end the mind games
by conspiring to collaborate with thought whereupon I reach a silence unstained within the cave of my heart I forgot |
...and Then I remembered ...
After EVERYTHING I had forgotten... That without the "chatter" of the birds ... I would be nothing... Until....? |
... until clear light dawned
lower mind no longer fawned I shifted from thinking to gently resonating with the pulse of the universe singing a melodious verse |
...a melodious verse heard
around the world in all birdsong |
... thus taking all along
in agendaless exuberance feeling the silent love gong resounding in beautiful cadence within our heart pulsating in playful innocence luminescence form transcending in divine entwined parlance |
...And we do not understand the lyric of the birdsong.
We hear it every day.. We hear the voice But do not understand the words Because we are not birds ... And YET .... We are all too familiar with its sound. It's beauty It's presence... And without it we would mourn the loss of our Angels Because the birds are like Angels. And just like Angels.. We understand the whispers... |
downy little angel whispers
love be happy here is a tiny seed nobody's looking look within it everything you ever wanted softest feathers in the world |
A seed there is within
A seed needs to be watered Water needs the heat of the sun To evaporate... And fall on the seed The rain completes the cycle As the sun Smiles All within grows The cycle of life The dance continues Here and there. |
As the sun smiles...
In all her glorious golden hues She never asks why, how or when Will life change She simply shines All the while, Being as only the sun can be Everything moving together Working together To bring new seeds Of life into creation |
The way we grow
The way a flower bends The light moving her My soul like a flower bending Into the light The earth Holds me Gives my roots A place To grow The gardener comes.... Weeds Ah... weeds again! The children laughed... |
... growing thus magically
enigmatically and beauteously senses externalised seeking the light emanating from our heart radiant bright time then to cut the umbilical cord fly oh sparrow, to the sky upward or did I mean, inwards? |
Out wards
Inwards There be movement. |
Inward, outward
Breath defined By subtle, light Depth divine.. |
I have had my days in the sun
But I must say I learned a lot from the rain On rainy days I would go out and play in the puddles Watch the creeks swell Making little boats to flow with the current I learned a lot from the currents The way my little boat would get stuck Along the muddy shores I would race them two by two And see who would win In the end, there was no time No winners, no losers Time was lost to the rain and the gray skies. |
splashing about in the puddles playful persona, no thought muddle childlike glee even as our feet got wet we danced in delight, living without regret upon ego crystallisation, began urge to grasp being in stupor, we never heard heart gasp lamp of innocence yet glows there within misaligned head and heart our only sin dweller of the void we wallow in shallows dead man walking ourself towards the gallows chirping sparrows now serving as our wake up call connected with universe, ensconced in the bliss squall drumbeats resounding within our glowing heart spacial we abide therein beholding the divine miracle bliss in-pours into form, each pore a door is-ness of being-ness keeps no score |
....And as and when new life begins..
...with each little bud.. ...each new leaf.. ...all of them needing both sun and rain... ...and puddles... ..to begin again... ... I breathe across the universe .. .. my own precious breath .. ..to give it to those that need it more than I .. ..because without it.. ..I will not die... |
.... breathe , breathe , breathe ...
... My previous child... ... Live your life.. ... Be free... ... Be wild... |
....because if you die...
... Then so will I ... |
... even though I said I wouldn't ...
... I lied... |
Every petal unfurls
Towards its own sacred given light... In its own uniquely provided right... I am no exception... |
Black, white, grey, yellow, brown, green or blue...
Whatever hue... I don't mind... For it is you who I love. |
Merry is the one who
Cannot remember who they are Yet who chooses to not forget :D ----------------------------------------- |
Memories like time frozen
In little bites We go back to feed and renew our memories Memories like a haunted castle Where ghost from the past Come to play Memories tell me a story Like a book with fuzzy edges And delicate paper Now is interesting enough But yet I like and need to fall back into Memories Now needs perspective Memories give now Meaning Without memories Where would I be Other than now |
... Today's occurrence
...creates tomorrow's memories ... Tomorrow will be here, ..although they say it never comes.. ...but it will become today ... ...and then yesterday... ...and then what ???? |
Love of Spirit
Spirit of Love deep innit innit deep Living Light Light Living Feelin fine Fine feelin Time doin Doin time Being Light Light Being All about About ALL |
... Clever words oh one above ..
... Telling truth, showing Love ......... |
I agree with that ImthatIm
Namaste |
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...but look and see .. the time . ..11:11... ... In UK time ! .. A certain sign.............. |
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11:11 It's a Blessing 4 sure Blessing of Spirit Pure 11:11 is the ultimate 1 Earth time under the Sun Born into the cooing Dove Dying to BE absorbed by LOVE. |
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...How wise you are ... You really are too wise by far..... |
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You are a Blessing from Above Elfin shines the purest of Love Peace is all around you too Like a glove the Living color Blue. |
Can you hear it
The ticking of the clock If you look between the ticks Then you find the tock Tick tock Tick tock Tick tock Slice it up into infinity..... My soul has no tick, no tock Just a steady hum.... This uncreated Light Keeps the buzz going I pray... Some do, some don't Some will, some won't Some days I simply enjoy The ticking of the clocks... Love is always nice. |
time
measures change there's my process all the holes that have swallowed me the mine field that spat me out the flags i've planted the flags i've burned little pieces of my life only God sees not me not me i let it go it flys around i don't care i enter into a space without time which is bliss even if only for a moment that moment is worth a lifetime because keeping things caged a season for every reason is not my true home tick tock is not my ticket the heart knows not what it knows only that something tugs it  |
I walk along the oceans shore
My footprints in the sand They remain for a while Until the ocean tides wash them away They are no more I the one that made the tracks Remains upon this shore As the waves of the ocean Come And go... For what could be Forevermore I will keep walking along the shore Until there is no shore. |
ebb and flow
ebb and flow where will this neverending poem go wind sleet rain snow softly softly softly blow |
Red Red Robin
Sings Spring into wings Piercingly suddenly Beautifully Blue eggs a Mothers hum whispering a inner sing Sings Spring into wings |
the seeker seeking bliss continuity employing mind to go beyond thought knowing not effort causation of his fatality being enmeshed in narrow cravings ego begot fish in the river complaining that it is thirsty upon cessation of association with form frolics about joyfully thus in serenity being to become the bliss storm |
....I love the prints along the shore
... I love the Robin at my door ... I love the colour blue you know ... But then again you always knew ... And then again you always knew ... So when again ? ... I ask of you.... |
I was feeling drained from the toil
The way the world hits back The way I fight with this And all the shadows I would make All such a drain |
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