Symphony

From rain that gently patters,

to calling of men to prayer,

The wild rushes as they blow,

leaves that scatter there.

Tinkling of the wind chimes,

the children as they play.

The rattle of their scooters,

birds at the end of the day.

Oh there’s the sound of silence,

just listen if you can.

To the symphony of nature,

mixed with the world of man.

 

 

 

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lizalizaskysaregrey©2017

 

I Pray

I pray I can climb a high mountain,

be in touch with the divine.

Swim across seas of the deepest blues, 

drink of the finest of wines.

Travel this world then go far beyond,

dance on stars so bright.

Harness the sun as it rises at dawn,

ride hard until setting at night.

I pray I experience all that there is, 

yet still be hungry for more.

I pray I dance through my final years,

there’s so much more to explore.

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lizalizaskysaregrey©2017

The Rain

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Today, the rain is relentless, I believe it might go on forever looking out of the window. It immobilises me, I’m stuck, I’m thoughtful, it brings all of my emotions to the surface.  

It’s funny, how in nature flowers close as if protecting their hearts from the onslaught, while at the same time needing the rain to grow. I look out at the rain and want to cry, or at least it brings up emotions.

I look at the balcony outside of my window and notice that it’s been cleaned of dust, the leaves on the plants look fresh and webs have been washed away. It reminds me that we need storms in life. 

 

The rain,

laughing at me through the window,

as loudly,

it taunts me.

 

It pours,

like the tears running from my eyes,

as heavily,

they fall.

 

A crash,

thundering like my broken heart,

as flashes,

light the sky.

 

I feel,

that pain will be cleansed by the storm,

and life, 

is restored.

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lizalizaskysaregrey©2017

 

 

Foggy

I’d always rather a sunny day,

but there’s a certain something to fog.

The way it wraps around the trees,

when out for a walk with the dog.

Shapes it makes as it moves along,

I sometimes see figures with faces.

The fog and me, we get along okay,

I can put up with it in most places.

But when it comes in from the sea,

as a sea mist that is most sudden.

I’m furious as it’s spoiling my day,

it really does push all my buttons.

Far out on the horizon it moves,

in just moments it’s on the shore.

A foggy day at the seaside’s not on,

it had better not come anymore.

😉

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Love is just a Word

I’ve been thinking about karmic relationships quite a bit lately. Those people we keep coming back with to resolve or learn something, the people who come along with us to help us with our lessons.

I don’t think they come back for us but at the same time, they are on their own paths too, with their own lessons. It’s just that the paths are intertwined somehow, their lives and ours wrapped up together for a while.

There’s purpose, everyone we meet is meant to be, even the meetings of moments, the person who picks up a dropped glove, the person who stops to let you cross the road, it’s all in the play.

I call it a play, because that’s sort of what it is, all the actors are in place, but we improvise, there isn’t a script, we can decide where we go with each meeting. I can smile at the man who picks up my glove and make his day or frown because the glove is wet and ignore his kindness. Each of these actions will have a different impact, each will change his day.

I don’t necessarily believe in chance meetings, I think they are destined, it’s what we do after, that changes the course of events. If I’m supposed to meet you on 17th November 2017, I will, how I get there will depend on what I do today or tomorrow, you too, but we will meet. Mind boggling, isn’t it, but it’s what I believe.

People come in and out of our lives, some stay, some move through quite quickly, each of them change us in some way. They change us through their actions and our responses, as we do them. It’s all in the plan, the plan we once knew about but forgot.

I think we come here to learn and perfect certain qualities, like kindness, compassion, empathy and love. To learn we have to be presented with situations that teach, through situations that are not alway easy, we help each other.

My dad has always talked about his mother not loving him, he never felt loved by her and she never told him she loved him. My dad because of this has always found it difficult to express love himself, I’d go as far to say understand love in the real sense of the word. That’s funny, it’s not a word, but until we know love it is just a word. I think they will come back together again, I told him this earlier and he looked horrified. My dad thinks he has made an agreement with the almighty that he will be born again with his late wife in Australia, who am I to argue!

That got me thinking about my relationships, who I might have travelled with through many lifetimes. My mum, sister and son for sure as I know their souls and my dad too because that has been a learning experience for both of us. Who else, I don’t know, my best friends, certainly. But what about those that have caused pain, hurt me or betrayed me, what about those I have hurt, yes we will meet again, we will be given another chance to get things right.

I want to make the most of all the relationships I have in life, those before me anyway. I would also like to let go of past hurts, recognise them for what they were and take the lessons with me.

I’ve seen someone in regressions, they are different people but the same soul. I want to stroke their face each time and that’s not something I would do. I’ve not met this person this time yet, I wonder about them, will I meet them or will I have to wait.

Mentally I want to make peace with all those I’ve known, those that have moved on, those I’m no longer in contact with. I want to have learnt from the experience, I want it to be okay, for them too.

I could go on rambling, but I won’t, I’ll save it for when we meet on 17th November 😉

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Toothbrush

She turned the toothbrush away from hers, she didn’t want the bristles meeting. Those bristles that touched his mouth, she didn’t want them touching hers.

She thought back to when they first met, how she had loved everything about him. she remembered watching his mouth as he ate, remembered how it looked so beautiful, so warm, so tender. But that was then, all those years ago, before the words were spoken, before those words of hate left his mouth, left both their mouths.

They stayed together now for the children, well for Charlie anyway, as Faith had left home now. Shacked up as she was with Jack, in love as she once was herself.

She thought about their toothbrushes, she wondered if they faced each other, was this a sign of lasting love, could you tell from how toothbrushes were placed, the state of a relationship. It wouldn’t be long now until Charlie left for university, another year and she would be free. They had agreed that they would wait for the children to leave, give the last one a year to settle.

She picked up her shopping list from the night stand where she had left it the night before. Glanced through the things she needed to buy and took a pen from her bag. New toothbrush she wrote, in bold letters.

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