Martin Shone's Blog, page 39

To be free

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The distance between the soul and the sky

is but a fraction of a second

and yet it takes a lifetime

for us to learn how to fly

to be free…

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Love is real

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Breathe Love and smile as you inhale

because Love needs tender kisses of life

to exhale it onto the path of enlightenment

where love is real

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The ignorance of humanity

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I wonder sometimes at the ignorance of humanity

and how easy it is to forsake the peace available to us all

just for the want of more time

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Better days to come

https://agapintheclouds.files.wordpress.com/2015/07/better-days-to-come.mp3

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The truth of why the rain falls

tells us

simply that it must

because

beyond the grey of day

the sagging dripping leaves

the silence of birds

and beyond the turmoils of waiting for the sun to shine

there are better days to come

for without the truth of the rains

there cannot be the truth of the sun

and if we open ourselves

and lift our minds and our hearts

and see with the feelings and emotions we are born with

we will know that

within each raindrop

a rainbow lives

where the treasure is not gold

but something more precious

something real

and we will feel and know and see

that within each raindrop

is life

There is time

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When there is love in your heart

there is also strength

where there is strength

there is also weakness

where there is weakness

there is time

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Someday, perhaps

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The dark fire of love

will one day perhaps

kiss

the very core

of this solitude

until

all that remains

is ashes

and these ashes

will be breathed upon

they will ignite

and light

they will rise up

to become

solitude no more

but dark kissed fingers

of the light soul of love

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where passions

burn

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Drinking the purple

This is a video I took of a bee feasting on a purple thistle

Love!

When one ponders on the reality of life, and when one sees the impossible become possible by watching a bumble bee fly or the minute intricacy of a feather and wonder at their beginnings, one begins to realise that life is far from being real and ever farther from being unreal. Life is a fascination of many things, life is an end to the existence of death and yet also the beginning of death, life is but a continuous moment of impossible flight, for how can this ‘now’ moment, this infinitesimal balancing act between the left and right of time, how can it exist? What might is holding the scales? We can call it time but time is ethereal and is itself a part of the balance of life. What we see as we look around us is simply a struggle between the forces of chaos to create these ‘now’ moments and yet surely this chaos cannot be holding the balancing act for chaos is again a part of what we see … so upon which mountain do we sit?

And there we see the butterfly, a most fragile creature, fight against forces we cannot see as it seeks its own reality without realising it is doing so and yet we see its interaction with nature as something marvellous yet to the butterfly she is merely enjoying the sunshine upon her battling wings.

This life thing is akin to something supernatural beyond our understanding and regardless of how many words are written or battles fought we shall never fully understand the reality of it all and even with all our understandings of many things we shall never fully comprehend or connect with the reality of life.

This ‘now’ moment rests tenuously upon our shoulders as, perhaps, we balance on some far away mountain, for are we the impossible force holding together this life thing? Are we the creators of what we are? And yet we did not create what we see! Are we simply an illusion for the shadows of time to rest upon, for even as the sun beats down we sit and watch the grass give way to the breeze and marvel at the simplicity of it all?

And next we come to love, this indescribable feeling, this force of duality. From where did love originate? Is it hard to imagine that love was once a whole ‘something’, a whole piece of the universe or perhaps love was the very beginning of life itself? Can we even try to imagine the enormity of what feelings belonged to, and emanated from, this mass of compassion? What caused this foundation to explode into an eternity we call the universe? Perhaps, as it exploded and expanded, strands of love became separated from each other to become lost from itself, hence the reason we are searching always for love, always for the other half of our souls and mostly we fail magnificently but when two strands meet and Love unites a little part of itself, the feelings we feel are enormous, because we are such simple little things, yet to the Love which began it all it is but a moment, but a feather tickle of delight within the impossible jigsaw of life itself.

This life thing before our eyes, could it be the sanctuary for all the strands of love to unite or are we a single petal amidst a whole field of flowers waiting to bloom into that which began it all – Love!

After the rain

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After the rain

the mist remains

And there you see

is the reason

why love is everything

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Here and there

Here and there

the little ones flit

caught by the breeze

on feathers they sit

Here and there

the shadows embrace

the beauty of green

with their darkling fine lace

Here and there

a sunbeam breaks through

to highlight the place

where faeries are true

Here and there

a memory is stirred

a nice reminder

of how life is absurd

Here and there

a scratch and shuffle

of silent creatures

searching for trifles

Here and there

the wind sings her song

through tree over field

with rhapsodical tongue

Here and there

the slow glide of life

it rambles along

without any strife

Here and there

this peace is broken

by the distant roar

of civilisation