Month: June 2016

Affirmation 

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With open eyes I see the beauty in the world and with eyes wide open I dance in, and add to that beauty.

With open ears I listen to the universe and add my own truth as to be in tune with its symphony.

With open mind I accept and consider the opinions of others and contemplate first in silence my response.

With open hands I reach out to those in need and accept and welcome the assistance of the hands of others.

With open heart I give love willingly and with that same open heart accept the love that is offered to me.

I remain open to what the universe has in store for me and open to how I can be of service each day.

Simply Me

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I don’t really like my feet much, but they go from A to B

My hair is lank and frizzes, but it’s still on top you see

Then the in-between bits, from head to toe I go

With flabby tum, too small bum and bunions on my toes

I’ve prayed it could be better, in any little way

But I’m healthy and it’s working and I’m standing here today

Life in it’s simplicity, has taken care of me.

So I’m really truly grateful to be just simply me.

 

Response to Daily Post – Simplicity

Held Aloft

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I’m beside myself with worry, this really can’t be right,
I dreamt a plane was crashing, I dreamt it late last night.

I know it’s not an omen, I hope so anyway,
as I’m flying off myself soon, in just a couple of days.

Why can’t I dream of riches, of love and spiritual paths,
instead of things like crashes, with memories that last.

I know it’s because I’m packing now, I know this is the way,
it’s guilt about the fun I’ll have, I’m sure that’s what they’d say.

So I will buckle up my seatbelt and think of better things,
and pray the plane will hold us up, I’ll really watch the wings.

I have set my new  intention, to only dream of love,
avoiding cheese, crossing hearts and sending prayers above.

Echo of your Voice

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A mountain keeps an echo deep inside.  That’s how I hold your voice.

~Rumi

Your far away now, further than I can follow, but I still hear your voice.  I hear your voice deep inside where there is stillness and peace.  And when I am there I can hear you as if you are next to me.  Your voice will never fade for me, never dim and never not mean the world to me.

In response to today’s Daily Prompt – Mountain

Ravaged by Storms

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 Sorrow prepares you for joy.  It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter.  It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place.  It pulls up rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow.  Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place –    Rumi

I believe in this quote from Rumi the 13th-century Persian poet and Sufi mystic.  I believe as it helps me face my challenges head on, it helps me survive obstacles that can sometimes feel insurmountable.  I don’t welcome challenges but I accept them, I acknowledge them and let them sit with me until they pass through.  Only then can I see and feel what they have left in their wake, only then can I begin to understand them and build from them.   I think of myself as a tree ravaged by the winter storms, uncovered and naked only to be clothed again in spring as I begin again with the warmth of a new day.

Sending Love

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I’m sending love across at you, it’s painfully clear to see.
That you need help, to be wrapped up, by someone more than me.

Your terrified of looking up, your posture tells me so.
I guess your really struggling and wanting to let go.

We’re in the doctors waiting room, and there’s another three, 
I hope they call you in soon, you can go in front of me.

I want to cry at what I feel, your pain is clearly deep.
Your eyes, your face, the whole of you, it makes me want to weep.

I pray that you will smile again, I pray you will survive, 
I know this isn’t any way for one to be alive.

I hope the doctors helpful, that he doesn’t send you off,
without the building blocks you need, to hold yourself aloft.

I wrote this after visiting the doctors this morning.  I saw this guy there and my heart went out to him.  I was thinking if everybody who reads this attempt at poetry sends him a bit of love it might just help.  If it creates a picture in your mind, then maybe with love, it can create healing and recovery for him.   I live in Brighton, Sussex so imagine him there and send your love.  Thanks x