Release the fear

Awake the fragile

There are many reasons as to why we are, or feel fragile and also why we fear, but sometimes we fear because we are fragile, timid, controlled or unable to come to terms with our weaknesses or our imaginings of a weakness within us because those who do control prefer it that we stay inside our shells and so we become more and more unable to break free of their bonds and our own bonds.

It is very difficult to stand up, very difficult to say what we think, very difficult to acknowledge that we are anything but their servant, very difficult to believe in the strength lying within and very difficult to be open to the reality of the idea that we are a person of note with our own tools of and for life.

The biggest and greatest tool we have is imagination.

We are stronger holding the belief of our courage in our hearts, in our souls; in our very bones.

You can awake the fragile and you can release the fear but yes it is difficult, very difficult.

Struggle

We struggle through our time
we see so much of the things we’d rather not see
we look upon each moment with a feeling of fear
and yet, here we are
living and loving through our time
seeing and making things we love
and with feeling, feeling
with feeling we strike at the heart of fear
and see that its blood, its soul
struggles just like us

for things to survive
even that pretty little flower
there has to be a struggle

Life, you see, isn’t so easy
it takes so much effort for it to be,
look at the chick breaking through the shell

Look at a baby pushing its way out
and listen to the mother and just feel her effort
and hear that cry, that primal scream from those tiny lungs

Why do we make it such a struggle
do we forget our first call while still covered in life’s blood
all that effort we made to live
only for us to live in fear of our neighbours

and yet, here we are
living and loving through our time
seeing and making things we love
with feeling, feeling …

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.

Darkness begins

Darkness begins
when the appreciation of love
falls away

it settles upon us
becomes a comfort
a knitted shadow
a perfect fit

We never truly believe
never quite fully
in the life of love
for to do so would negate
the existence of life

and there is the darkness
whispering
its secrets

Eye of the storm

It’s
understandable I suppose

we reach a point
where nothing exists

we reach that moment
when birds fail

and the trees
already slow in their time
inhale the heartbeats of life

One dares not
open the door
for fear of the shattering

and the not knowing
of what lies
beyond the silence

 

A darkening fear

‘pon a misty morn
I woke to see
nought but shadows
of a life to be

brewing here within
caught is a storm
a tempest of
love’s blossoming form

‘pon this heart of man
it grows so strong
a darknening
fear of sunset’s song

for shadows rising
and love’s form thine
I can do nought
but break your heart, mine