The universe can feel you breathing

The universe can feel you breathing
can feel the moisture of your thoughts
as you sit in fear and contemplation
of that outside, that battle fought

The universe can feel you breathing
can feel your moments of regret
as you stand alone by your window
watching reflections of eyes so wet

The universe can feel you breathing
can feel your heart beat ancient blood
as you sit in time and anticipation
of that outside, that wretched hood

The universe can feel you breathing
can feel the softness of your soul
as you stand alone in solitude’s air
watching waiting for someone to hold

The universe can feel your pain
can feel your sadness deep and true
and as you stand without foundation
breathe and feel the universe in you

Vampyre tea

A rich cup of tea
sits beside me
the teabag turning the water red
almost as if it can feel the pain in my arm
where the vampyre puntcured me like an old tyre
spawned bruises
memories
history
time

honey makes a difference
it sweetens the ache
allows me to dream

 

always time to breathe

of continuance

of course there is always time
always time to breathe
even if that breathing is tight
tingly and cold

and that’s when it hits me

I’m watching the rain
listening to the patterings
seeing the grey morning clouds stir
hearing the moans of a thousand souls in the wind
feeling the silence of her tears

of her tears
longing to evaporate into joy
but on this cold cold day
she can do nothing but cry

and I can do nothing
but think of continuance
and climbing that hill
hoping I can still breathe when I reach the top

of course there is always time
to breathe
and if not her tears will fall
to evporate into joy
and I shall join the wind chorus

although you won’t like my song.

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 …

The lack of it

They appeared
in those days
as a feeling

and finished
I felt them.

I knew when a poem
was coming through
because of the pain

my head would be bursting
for days on end
and then a poem
worked better than pills.

Sometimes, thankfully
I’d get a weird gut feeling
and I knew
I felt
and I wrote.

Now I’m on different pills
so my blood isn’t boiling
my head isn’t bursting
and my gut isn’t feeling
so often

but neither is the poetry

(except for this 3am sleepless drivel!)

Coincidence, or Nature at Her Best?

For a while now I’ve had some health problems and a couple of weeks ago I was prescribed medication to help.

Now I’m not after any sympathy or ought like that as I don’t generally talk about stuff like this but I just wanted give the reason for this post and introduce the power of nature to listen to us and reply in her own way.

As far as I could tell the medication helped but came with headaches of the ridiculous kind. 12 hours a day for 7 days and it said they go away after a week or two. On the 7th day I could take the pain no longer as each day seemed worse than the previous and on that day I was in tears. I just could not move without the pain cutting me short and making me quite dizzy and unstable. Needless to say I am no longer on that medication and am now all good except of course the aforesaid health problems which should be sorted in a month or two.

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I always talk to my house plants, I have a nice Weeping Fig; Ficus benjamina and a lovely Dragon plant; Dracaena marginata and quite a few Peace Lilies; Spathiphyllum.

On the 6th day of the pain I could barely move without my head feeling like it was being attacked with even more hot stabbing pokers or needles. My body was getting stressed and I gradually became quite hot. I didn’t know what to do as pain killers just bounced off the pain even the ones the doctors prescribed.

So I put my faith in Nature and my plants because a while back I read that plants are aware of our thoughts (Caretakers of the Cosmas by Gary Lachman and Secret Life of Plants by Peter Tompkins & Christopher Bird).

The sky was clear and blue without a cloud and the weather unseasonably warm. As I said I was getting stressed and rather hot so I sat in front of the Dragon plant and with both hands wrapped around its trunk I asked for help. I just sat and asked and asked. I sat there for about 30 minutes or so and then all of a sudden the sky changed and for about the next ten minutes it hailed! Lots of nice cold hail stones fell and my room temperature dropped. It was just perfect. I stood and watched it and as I cooled and relaxed I smiled and thanked her.

My headache was still as painful but I was much cooler and more relaxed.

Nature at her best?

I’ll let you decide, but for me the universe, she, came to my rescue.

Be strong

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Around each weakness
is another weakness
waiting to be turned into a strength
as sometimes we have to do
what’s right for ourselves.

Just because it hurts
doesn’t mean you have to feel it.

Be strong, be patient, be you
no matter what.

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