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January 3, 2016
Silence Happens is Alive
Hello everyone, hope you all have a good 2016.
I’m not one for New Year’s resolutions (I’m not one for celebrating New Year come to that, or Christmas!), however this year, as I said in a previous post, I am going to see if I can get a collection of poetry together. I’m not quite sure of a theme yet, I’m pondering over this as I have written on so many different topics covering over 800 poems (which I think only about a quarter or less are any good!) and I’m not sure where or what my best area is so choosing which direction to go will take some time but I want it done! I am a terribly idle writer or more to the point a very idle getting-stuff-together-editing writer but I want it done!
It would be marvellous to see a book with my name on it in Waterstones! You know what would really make me smile … to see one of mine in a second-hand book shop :) but first I have to stop dreaming, stop being idle and take some of my own advice and on that note (if you haven’t already clicked on these few links or guessed from the title) I shall let you know I have re-opened my little Thoughts, Reflections & Meditations blog called Silence Happens. Here you will find, with maybe some new spiritual/life/soul poems when they come to me, my little quotes of Life, Nature, Peace, Freedom & Love (which, along with new unpublished quotes, I self-published in two books). As I am slimming down this blog I might move the ones I find over to Silence Happens. Perhaps if you like my writings on this subject you would like to follow my blog Silence Happens. It will be nice seeing you there :)
And now I reckon it’s time to wash the dinner things, put my feet up and have a cup of tea!
#Gratitude
January 2, 2016
The Heartbeat of Ourselves
Time is but a reflection of one’s self
We are here to come to understand the reality
of all and everything
and to see that which is now
is eternal in the flow of life
The possibility of knowledge comes only
when we see the depths of our fears
when we feel the shadow of our fears
when we confront the shame of our fears
and afterwards, when cowardice has turned into sorrow
and thus into the light of strength
and onwards to the love of one’s self
where knowledge reflects its love of knowing
afterwards, we are here ready for the kiss
and the immense heady truth
of reality and creation
to give us life
eternal
where time is but a reflection of nothing
for in nothing there is a heartbeat of ourselves
waiting to breathe and so to feel
where the reality of one’s self
of one’s love
and of one’s life
begins
January 1, 2016
Find your soul
Be true
look inside
search for it
open yourself
to your open self
look around and see
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 together one spirit
breathe and relax feel for the one You
that wants to be You as you were
meant to be always and ever
smile and touch your soul
feel its power its energy
look inside and dream
of what you can be
of what you will
be if you just
look inside
be true
~
This was originally posted in December 2011.
I’m thinking of deleting my old stuff and just keeping 6 months or so of poems on the blog and re-posting some. I’ve been wanting to get a collection together for quite a while now to send away to a publisher, so I think I’ll delete a lot of the stuff from here as I say and then edit what I think is worthy of publication and fingers crossed someone might like them!
Happy New Year everyone :) and thank you all for visiting, liking, commenting and subscribing to my blog!
December 31, 2015
Sigh
Timid strokes of thought
flutter within the silence of night
as sleep is interrupted by the beating of blood
and the ever-present hiss echoing within
What feather is this
what sigh?
Listen as the candle creaks into finality
hear its tears evaporate into darkness
and feel the room, empty
silent
but for the beating of blood
and the ever-present hiss echoing within
What feather is this
what sigh
what sigh …
December 27, 2015
Rise
***
Mist ridden silences
and snow fallen solitudes, echo
as rain splattered shadows, shimmer
with delightful rainbows of darkness
where lives the hooded tingle, waiting
in rain splattered corners
as the sound of metal upon metal
rings the calling
the clawing
shudder of time
where lives silence
echoing along moments of stillness
creating ripples
ready for his blind hammer to fall
for now is the time
for the weather is dead
and the moon rests within a cold slurry sky
over rising mists of slow death
for now is the time
the perfect time
to rise
***
December 24, 2015
Virginity of purpose
There is a shadow
SPLASHING
upon the canvas of night
rippling and echoing
and talking to the stars
and tasting their light
and thinking,
“How delicious it all is.”
This splash of cosmos
this dark swallow
imbibes all that is
for all that is, is all that can be
and all that can be
is singular in its virginity of purpose
and this dark swallow is thinking,
” … if only it could taste me.”
The mind is a funny thing
just as the universe is a funny thing
and this SPLASHING shadow
exists in us all and everything
simply because of the slow drip of time
from when the first light
cast the first shadow
and from when they both thought the same thought
and that thought was
“Love!”
Now isn’t that a lovely thought …
December 23, 2015
this, December thing
~
As cobwebs grow while we sleep
so does this thing
this, December thing …
How it throttles, suffocates and destroys
how it becomes a pestilence within the silent beats of winter
this, December thing …
The emptiness of broken promises
echoes from the sorrows of children to the sorrows of
this, December thing …
How it settles within bones, upon skin and like a question of blood
how it envelops with its pretence of realism
this, December thing …
Each movement choreographed to make belief believable
while deep in the bowels of truth it festers
this, December thing …
How it seduces, enchants and dazzles
how its cosy fireside warmth births solicitous souls
this, December thing …
Like the chill of death’s cowl
it touches memories with sparks of things long gone, long lost
this, December thing …
How it breathes with such passion, beauty and an evanescence of time
how it reaches in to kiss with the sublime heaviness of falling feathers
this, December thing …
~
How I wish … but this … this December thing, cuts my soul to pieces …
December 22, 2015
Rise and Fall
The gentle rise
and softly fall
of little black
up in the blue
up it goes
to catch a wisp
a gift to give
to earthly mist
Dancing within
the clouds so high
little black
has a privileged eye
looking down
upon the earth
she opens her heart
a song to birth
Oh poor butterfly
who cannot reach
such grace and waltz
of little black’s feat
yet here she is
with all her might
to create the clouds
for little black’s flight
Up up they fly
these little wishes
in a grand escape
from flowery dishes
some are caught
and some set free
to realms of magic
where lives mystery
December 13, 2015
Transformation
***
Look at a rose and see a dragon
for within everything there is everything
for everything becomes something
it’s simply a matter of transformation
You see a flower and smile at its beauty
but did you know that the flower is beautiful
only because of your smile
it’s simply a matter of perception
When two souls kiss
they create a moment of eternity
and so a spark in time is born
where perhaps universes receive the breath of life
it’s simply a matter of perfection
We cannot look at ourselves and ask or imagine
what we have done wrong
we can only look at ourselves and ask
what we can do right
it’s simply a matter of love
for the love of one
becomes the love of all
It’s simply a matter of transformation
***
December 9, 2015
Kissing life
When we sleep
the flowers of our souls
reach up
to touch the flowers of time
and so a kind of perfection is born
where we exist to kiss life
and where
within the fog of memory’s imagination
we breathe the pollen of creation
to open sacred doors into mythic forests
allowing us to wander through eternity
into the freedom of dreams and nightmares
where we feel the softness of one and the sharp terror of the other
and so we drift between the two
waking, remembering, to dream of …
something other, some other moment of captivity
some other shadow which takes hold of our fear and …
and as we wake we find
the dark wet ectoplasm at the end of nightmares
and so we drift between the two
waking, remembering, to dream of …
something other, some other moment of joy
some other shadow from the bird, from the butterfly and …
and as we wake we find
the fog of reality closing in upon us
and so we drift
waiting for a time
when we sleep
to dream of …
kissing life
feeling love
and living free
and so we drift …
