Candle evolution

I wanted to feel its creation.

It only lasted the short time
until the wax
expired
to reveal the truth of art
for art is born of darkness
in the cold reaches of mystery
where myth blends with reality
and where imagination’s atoms
shiver in perpetual flights of expired
dreams.

I wanted to understand.

Passion

This is why we do the things we do
it is the reason behind everything
or else what would be the point
what be the purpose of me being a poet
or of you being a poet
or of you/me
or of you being a singer
or a dancer
a teacher
a thinker
creator
guide
… spirit whisperer
soul connector
heart lifter
life bringer …

Passion
it is the reason behind it all
even if it is something as mundane
as making a cup of tea
because passion is there
in the swirling.

Open arms

A new decade is upon us
It is ready to open its arms
to those who welcome it
with love.

Give without expectations
Feel with honesty
Live without
Seek within
Be brave once in a while

And love
because without it
the clock stops here.

Drowning sorrow

What is it but a drowning sorrow
as the sky weeps its release

What is it but a chilling fear
as winds scour the earth

What is it but silent heartbeats
as snowflakes settle one by one, by one

What is it but a waiting
an apprehension of thought
a waiting of age
soon to be lit

It is this
this very moment
when upon looking up
a butterfly in winter
shivers in its beautiful strength

shivers, and is gone

Time

Sitting here watching a spider as it’s being blown by the wind while continually building its web.

It falls againt my window, gets blown about and dangles but time and again it carries on its repairs.

It’s a thing they do and not just the spiders but all those creatures out there. They just do stuff oblivious to life and its reasons.

They feel, but not in the same sense we feel as humans with our compassion and hatred, our anxieties, empathy and those maddening questions of life and the reality of it all, the reasons of being, of time and of religion and all those things we have no control over.

The spider is there still doing its thing and I’ve forgotten how to be something other than a failure.

If I just carry on regardless while being buffeted, and with those turbulent feelings in my gut of fear, love and something other that i can’t explain then maybe time will come to my rescue.

Perhaps the universe, in her wisdom, has a message for me in the spider, and as I write these last words the sun breaks through and I realise sometimes there is nothing we can do to change or to help so we have carry on while trying to bring our own light upon the world.

Thank you.