the art of seeing

This welcome sunshine
burns away thoughts of that sweet rain
which washed away that radiant sunshine
after it burnt away those morning mists
which dampened spirits of those moonilt fields
whose silence opened to breathe the stars
as they themselves woke the might of time
where it sparked imagination into being
and that life there, that simple dream
taught the soul the art of seeing
and that life there, that simple sight
opened doors to the unseen light
of this dark world, this world of
fragile alchemic blight
where the sun it shines to breathe new life
to give us hope for a world of sight

Buds of truth

We sometimes find ourselves
lost in a conundrum of dreams

We wander
we ponder, we peruse
and then we wonder why
and how and when, etc, etc
till our minds are so full
of bullshit we begin sprouting
young saplings of thought
all kinds of new ideas and ideologies
pychologies and philosophies
poems, songs, words and dreams.

Some kind of
implosion/explosion occurs
where we become trapped
in the void of unknowing
where the needle is stuck
and the world around us lets us go
and on and on we go
believing that if we reach
we can touch the sky.

Our feet are rooted in bullshit
our hearts, skin, blood and bone
get their nourishment from that gloop
our minds
strive to make sense of the loss
and here, our souls
they are the buds of truth
waiting for us to stop
and to believe
that the only way to reach the sky
is to know we are the sky.

Find your soul

Be true
look inside
search for it.
Open yourself
to your open self.
Look around, see and
watch for the moments.
Smile as you come across
the You that you once were.
Know that what is in you is also
in all of us and it lives waiting silent
because we are all one spirit together.
Breathe and relax, feel for the one You
that is meant to be, who wants to be
for always and forever. Your self.
Smile, reach, touch your soul
feel its power its energy.
Look inside, know and
feel what could be
what is waiting.
Search for it
look inside
be true.

~

Edited version of my poem written in 2011.

Seems such a long time ago!

Do not forget the ashes of flame

Poem #52
Written for Jo Bell’s 52: Write a poem a week and the theme is … A leave-taking

Do not forget the ashes of flame of once a wandering summer’s rain
Do not forget the simple times when magic of life sings in rhyme
Do not forget the morning wake when chill is burnt in splendour great
Do not forget the Faerie Queen who danced before you but never seen
Do not forget the troublesome things for without which there’ll be no kings
Do not forget the feather of night of once a wandering moon’s delight
Do not forget the fragile nature when walking through her rising pasture
Do not forget the noble house which beats within your heart to rouse
Do not forget the lighted candle burning its dance of spiritual spangle
Do not forget the rite of time of once a wandering mortal’s climb
Do not forget the children’s story to be read and learned in all its glory
Do not forget the starry tryst when passions burn ‘neath lovers lips
Do not forget the dust of death of once a wandering secret’s breath
Do not forget the tranquil smile as you wave goodbye to this yearly mile
Do not forget the beauty of it all of once a wandering midnight’s door