Month: October 2016

Original – DP

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I like to think I’m an original, but can that really be true, as everyone I have ever met, heard of, or read about is somehow engrained on my soul.  They become part of me, part of my thinking and understanding.  So can I truly be original when I carry so many others along with me.

I am made up of those I have loved, those I respect and those that have harmed me, they are like tattoos on my being.  They reappear in memories and wave from the future as a warning or confirmation I am heading the right way.

Great writers, poets, thinkers, orators and philosophers inspire and teach us and they become us.  When we listen to or read something that sits well with us, we gladly invite it in, we give it time and we find it has comes to live with us, it remains.

I am not original but made up of those I admire, those that have taught me lessons and those who have shone a light on my path.

 

Stepping off the Train

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Earlier today I wrote about the observer inside, in todays Nature Lessons post.  I’m still in search of this observer, well holding onto them for longer than a few minutes anyway.  I think I probably am the observer, well my true authentic self anyway, because when I’m connected it feels like home.

It feels peaceful and all knowing, my breath slows right down and I am somewhere not connected to my physical body and yet deep down inside of it.

Could it be the portal to the universe is in fact inside of us and not on some far off horizon.  I think we probably do have all the answers but somehow have become split off from them in our attempt to ride this train we are on, the train taking us through life.  The great train that twists and turns, stopping at major junctions along the way.  Sometime we need to change, sit in another carriage and sometimes we sit and wait patiently for the engines to start rolling again, whatever we decide, the journey never seems to end and our search continues.

Only when we put away the ego, will we find the observer, the one who hides and waits patiently behind the false self we have created.

Times I spend in meditation and silence are special, I pause and open up to myself.  I am connected, for however short the period of time is, during those moments, I feel I am at one with the universe.

 

Things We Hold Onto…

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Chanel No 5 and strong cheddar cheese,

over that rainbow and always say please.

Those books piled so high, and not just one or two,

all of these things are reminders of you.

Those long walks in summer, while humming a tune,

cancer a birth sign that’s ruled by the moon.

So many memories, tied up in my mind,

there’s still one or two more I’m hoping to find.

The last card that you sent me, still on the book shelf,

only one wine glass now as I’m all by myself.

Sound of your laughter still rings in my ears,

no one would believe, I’ve not heard it in years.

The photos I have out, so sticky with touch,

those ones of us giggling, oh we didn’t care much.

Things gathered around me and all over my home,

I don’t want to forget and feel so alone.

Objects of desire, trinkets and such,

some of these of great value, some not so much.

Things help us get by, things transport us home,

but even with things we are still just alone.

Daily Prompt: Flattery

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Your beauty is beyond compare,

you sing exquisitely.

You are the angel in my world,

as graceful as can be.

I find I’m lost within your eyes,

pools of emerald green.

With elfin face and lips so sweet,

like never ever seen.

Your cookery gastronomic,

your poetry divine.

Your generosity knows no bounds,

your so very, very kind.

All this love I’m giving to you,

though you will never see.

I’m so shallow,

and despicable,

to use such flattery  😉

via Daily Prompt: Flattery

Following

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I’m following you, 

as I like what you say.

Some of those words, 

stay with me for days.

Turning over and over, 

while I work my thoughts out.

Then occasionally I don’t get, 

what your talking about.

But that’s why I follow, 

your working my mind.

Interesting posts being rare, 

and so hard to find.

Keep me entertained, 

please write me some more.

The ideas that you have, 

I chew over and store.

You really enchant me, 

I think it’s your brain.

I will keep on returning, 

again and again. 

I might not make comment, 

just click on the like.

But that doesn’t mean, 

it wasn’t alright. 

It’s just that I’m thinking, 

you do that to me.

My own ideas change, 

I wish you could see.

Don’t follow me back, 

if I don’t stimulate you

It would be nice if you did, 

but not really true.  🙂

I Read..

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I jump into the open book, 

I take it for a spin.

Immerse myself in words of love, 

poetry and sin.

Uncover buried feelings, 

I understand the plot.

Driving round the dialogue, 

pausing at full stops.

Contemplating meaning,

and what it says to me.

Will it stay in my memories,

time will only see.

On reaching the destination,

I use the parking break.

To tour the land of literature,

is never a mistake.