Month: November 2016

Without Hope

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I’m feeling very frightened, 

I am very much alone.

I’m still willing you to call me, 

I’m sitting by the phone.

I’m feeling like I’m falling, 

without the wings to fly.

The dreams I had are fading now, 

it’s time to say goodbye.

Darkness is approaching fast,

I watch the fading light.

Hopelessness is rising, 

drawing closer with the night.

Do I really ever matter,

is anybody there.

I have to snap right out of this,

but did you ever really care.

I’m just considering my value, 

to anybody now.

Come dawn maybe I’ll rise again,

If the gods allow.

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Nature Lessons 76

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A flower does not stop opening because of a storm, a tree continues to hold out its branches, even though for both of these, petals are damaged and leaves often blown away.  Life can be a series of storms, it’s how we face them that matters.  Change is natural and there is little we can do about it, challenges come and go, this is nature and all part of being alive.  Live to the full each day whatever life presents, just as storms will blow over all things will pass.

~ Liza

 

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Farewell to Autumn

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Yesterday I took a walk locally to try and catch what I could of the remaining flowers in my local park.  I don’t have a garden, although I do have two window boxes and pots on the front steps.  The window boxes I plant twice a year, summer flowers for my mum and a winter selection for my step father, he was Scottish so there has to be heather.  Both of them loved their flowers, nature and wildlife so it’s fitting I plant for them. I’m on the first floor so I’m hopeful the frost won’t hit too early.

I love nature, you might have got an inkling of this from my blog, but this is new for me, well newish anyway.  There was a time I hated looking at photos without someone in them, I couldn’t see the point, now I’m totally different, I try to reduce the traffic and that includes people.  I thought I would share some of the photos I have taken lately on my phone as a tribute to Autumn.  I’m going to have to hold some back of course for my daily posts 😉

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Lipstick

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The lipstick around the white porcelain coffee cup leaves the mark of the woman who drank from it.  That it is deep and clear and appears freshly applied hints the anticipation ahead, the feint lines tell of the experience of the wearer and the deep red the emotions and desires.  The coffee remains at half-mast with a suggestion that there was not time to ponder over it. The relationship between the cup and the woman was short, she had little time to give.  The cup sits there now in the middle of the table deserted, unthinking, unknowing.  The cup won’t hold onto this relationship, there will be more encounters and after each, the cup is cleansed of the experience.

The woman wearing the lipstick will continue on her way, the lipstick will be reapplied and together they will leave their mark on the world.  The smile given to the child in the pram and another smile again on the next corner to the homeless man as she passes some change.  The frown at the people in the queue in front of her that cause her to miss the early train and the imaginings of the young man sitting across from her in the carriage.  All will be affected differently, but a mark will be left by the woman in the lipstick who touches the lives of the people she passes.  The woman has no idea of the tiny changes she makes in these shared moments throughout the day, how some of these experiences might linger.  Smiles can be delivered at just the right moment without any prior knowledge that the recipient is in need of that smile and a frown might add to the anxieties and stresses of those that already have enough to bear. She wears the lipstick to cover her insecurity, to hint at passion and to give her strength for what might lie ahead.  The lipstick is for her and the courage it provides, it is as important as the high heals on her feet.

At the end of the day the woman looks into the mirror in the bathroom, recalling the smell and deep voice of the man she met, she is caught in the moment.  She wonders too if he would remember the evening with such fondness and silently hopes that he does. She closes her eyes momentarily as she remembers his warm smile, the dimple on his face and the sparkle in his eye. She takes a deep and hopeful breath and removes her lipstick with a soft cloth, looking again into the mirror, the face looking back at her bare and hopeful.  She throws the cloth into the bin for the hotel cleaner to remove in the morning.

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Primp – DP

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Today I don’t feel like primping,

unless you want to Skype.

Today I’m going to stay indoors,

I’m avoiding all the hype.

I’m keeping on my slouchy leggings,

with a baggy T on top.

I won’t be putting on lipstick,

I’m not pulling out any stops.

To primp I’d have to give a dam,

I don’t feel like that today.

So I’m staying in my bubble

and the world can go away.

via Daily Prompt: Primp

The Emperor

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The shackles of time adorn his feet and yet he is young.  He waits patiently for he knows that the gods will not hurry, he is but one in a universe of waiting.  His seat is old and yet warm with the memories of those that have gone before, it will remain in these realms and serve as the throne of another.  Although young in this life he has travelled here before, learning each time but will come again.  The impatient youth of another lifetime went on before him, this time he is patient, knowing, at peace with himself.  He has had company on his travels and left his mark in the places he has visited.  His ghost remains on the earth and the people whose path he has crossed have an indent of his being on their soul.   He is a thoughtful man, when he speaks it is with clarity, boldly speaking his truth.  The eagle, adorned with golden feathers is ready to fly having lived many lifetimes with the man, the bird will wait for his return but for now it prepares its feathers for the next flight.  There are no possessions on this plateau except the memories and lessons of this life reflected in an orb of light in his right hand.  The young man looks into this as he waits, reflecting, thinking and listening to the universe.

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Something I wrote some years back, I’m not sure what I was thinking at the time of writing but found it interesting when I read it back again today.

Finding Love

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Today  I’ll meditate on love,

a love that’s hard to find.

It seems to come right down the list,

on most of humankind.

For wealth’s a bigger topic,

that seems to be the way.

My wish to see more love out there,

I’d love to find it today.

Why is the world so insular,

why do we have these walls.

If we were more kind and loving,

there’d be enough for all

So today I’ll meditate on love,

the love I want to find

I hope that others join me,

those out there who are kind.

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Massive Love

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We have to become what we want in the world. If we want love we need to become love, give love and only see love. The world at the moment is in need of love. When we come together with a common goal anything is possible. The world is full of those that follow the masses. It’s time to mass together to create an abundance of love, massive love. 

~ Liza


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Shingle

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The beach is empty but for the waves that greet the shore, there is a stillness.

The surf rolls in bringing with it the shingle and small shells caught up in the momentum of the moment.  They tumble towards the land from the tips of the waves and fall into place upon the shore.   This happens under the control of the tides, the tides under the control of the moon.  The shingle has no choice in the matter it waits where it lands.  The shoreline sparkles in the sunlight, this pinks and whites, the blues and silvers, the solid browns and mottled are placed on the earth at the will of the tides.

This could also reflect our own earthly lives as we tumble from the womb into families as individuals.  The warmth and glow of a loving family may shine upon us or as if by night the dark and coldness of a family bereft of love.  What surrounds us in our earthly existence is left to chance.  It is what we make of the opportunity, how we relate to those around us and how we blend in or stand out and makes a difference.

Like the waves that hit the shore we will be met with challenges.  Some will throw us up and into the unknown, many will require us to start again – it is eternal.

We will shine in the sunlight, be buried from view and occasionally be left in the dark.  This is the power of the universe we are joined to, at one with.  As the shingle makes a beach and goes on to make land, as individuals we make mankind and influence the future of the earth.

We are connected by chance, but our goal is to become one with the universe by finding ourselves among the shingle.