sun-splashed showers
of rainbow’d light
paint the valley far below
and tip the trees with golden glow
the river, flowing out of sight,
reflects the colours of the sky
a kestrel turns on air above
yet my heart,
like dynamite, balanced on a precipice,
could snuff this glorious vision out,
turning sunbeams into night
souls,
no longer with a beating heart,
drift in silent patterns now
far apart from memory
at rest in universals dreams they share,
heedless of a when or where,
uncaring of a how or why,
unknowing of the present I
returning to defining space,
given back a mind and face,
what they forget,
and what they know,
is still a shadow in the mind
constellations intertwined
create a tribe invisible,
as searching down the road we go
true foundations are so few
in matters solid, temporal.
when I return,
unknowing what it is I do,
I will find,
along the way,
that I will always
search for you
with a double-ended stick
chance pokes at me
right off the chart
right off the map
can i be blamed
for not trusting that,
when it can shatter my world?
frying pan; liar
true-teller; fire
just about sums it up
why should it be, that in telling the truth,
the people that mean the most to me
are the ones that trust me the least?
protecting themselves
from the beast
i suppose
and who can blame them
for that
shackled by earth
from the day of my birth
my mind has done battle
to keep my heart free
a life-sentenced prisoner
i long for release
or a little grace-given peace
(written after the My Prayers poem but i forgot to upload it)
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i consulted the Tarot today
i spoke to it with respect
i pulled a card for myself
but all i saw was you
on your knees in the woods
two swords on your back
not bowed down
not begging
waiting beside an oak
i stopped before asking it more
i don’t want terrible answers about anyone
there are none
but i felt i might cheat on your behalf
and change the cards in your favour
and that revealed my heart
if you can put a head to this strange tale
i’d be glad very glad to know it
i fell asleep and saw new eggs
flying with sails and propellers
if they were fragile they didn’t show it
i don’t walk on egg shells
how can i? they’re floating in the air
I didn’t care when i saw them there
there was something strange about it
redolent of sunny smiles
the night before was stranger still
full of piglets, flowers and silversmiths
dancing a quadrille, weaving under arches
as they pranced from place to place
underneath the stables
the first night of these three strange dreams
i saw an oak upon a hill alive with flickering lights
spreading along its branches
it shone against the sky
i felt alive, elated
and then it moved inside of me
illuminating arteries, rooted in my heart
a more beauteous thing i never saw
i sat myself beside my throbbing heart
admiring silver sparkles
if you can put a tale to this strange head
i’d be very glad to know it
i remember every detail but no words that I recall
it makes no sense at all to me
i only wonder if i show it
she was once a tight curled bud
white with an edge of tender pink
I could not see the heart
but her perfume was enticing
gently wafted on the air
with time and care she opened
a warm pink blush of petals
and now i see the heart
she is a rose that’s rare
Give thanks for the air that fills you lungs
And the heart that still beats in your breast
Give thanks for all the love you’ve received
And for every time you’ve been blessed
Give thanks for the sun that rises each morning
And the sweet gentle rest of the night
And the dreams that come when you open your mind
And the bright stars above so bright
Give thanks for the times you could help a good friend
Give thanks for a strangers wise words
Give thanks for the food on your table each day
And share what you have with the world
the seasons keep on turning
i gather wood for flame
i think i see you leaving
this time last year you came
the time for winter fires
is never twice the same
this time it may be sorrow
where it was joy before
all the things I had last year
i see i have no more
i remind myself again
to fill the winters store
we must live to journey on
together or apart
i gather all that i may need
before the dark days start
there’s safety in the cellar
and in the hollowed heart
this is a found poem – it comes from my tag cloud on this blog and so it consists of words I use a lot in poems……….
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My Obsessions.
Ancient bards and books,
a breeze full of butterflies
above the Celtic hills.
Cities, clouds, the dance of death,
a desert dragons dream,
dreaming dreams with evening eyes
of fateful fantasy and fire
with firelight in the forest garden
where a girl with a haiku
plays a harp and sings
of heart and home and horses.
Imagination kindles lakes,
leaves, land and love,
love, always love,
magic memories of moons
moonlight, morning music.
At night, the oak overshadows
oceans of passion
paths of peace and perfume,
poems of rain and ravens,
the rocks, the river,
roses by the sea.
The sky a silver smile
when the snows come,
then the song of spring,
sunlight and starlight.
Time towers above the trees.
The wings of winter spread again
above a woodland made of words
Good morning Soul
What a bright sunny day!
My Soul smiles at me
”I’m so glad you feel that way
as the day holds some
challenges
choices
I hope you are well prepared,
as I suggested?”
”Ah my Soul,
is not all life a preparation?
If it’s a challenge
I expect I can manage
I always get by somehow
If it’s a choice
I hope to make a wise one”
There is a doubt
at the back of my mind
about this
but I don’t express it
”What worries me”
said my Soul
”Is you don’t always
avoid the damage.
Ask your heart
how it feels
about this approach.
Are you sure
you are being honest
with regard to the toll
it all takes?”
If I can’t tell my soul
who will I tell?
So I admit
I tire of some struggles.
I ask for further advice.
My soul smiles again
with a tender expression.
”See it all as simple lessons.
One step at a time.
No pressure.
In the final days
it is I who will judge you
with compassion
and understanding.
I love you
above all things.”
I was so glad to hear this.
I may reach a place
where we both are at peace
without further need
of compassion.
All I must do
is save my own Soul
by loving it
more completely.
The Dreaming Path 