From the Heart
Can you relax enough to let yourself go, can you loose the human and connect to your inner being. Can you fall into yourself, let everything go, relax all of your muscles and just be. Who are you when you let go, who is it that lives in this world, who is it that is, but is not attached or affected by anything that goes on in your life. Who is the being who is you, who is the truest form of you?
~ Liza
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Daily Prompt – Relax
There is a version of me who is moody,
I lock her away when I can.
She’s a pain with her winging and moaning,
I’m not really a fan.
There’s a version of me that is happy,
skipping and dancing about.
The day is always much brighter,
when she is out and about.
There’s a version of me that is loving,
wears her heart of her sleeve.
I want to keep her out longer,
it’s in her who I truly believe.
These versions are quite confusing,
they are all one person you see.
I’m trying to blend them together,
to be just a reliable me.
Daily Prompt – Moody
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Fishing deep to find myself in those murky depths.
Awaken up to who I am and never to forget.
Casting out for what I am, I’m fishing now for grace.
Recognising my being, within the human race.
I’m fishing with my senses, I don’t have any bait.
No time for impatience, I’m prepared to wait.
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Daily Prompt – Fishing
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Everything will one day go, nothing is forever. However maddening this thought might be, our bodies will age, our looks will diminish and our hair will thin and maybe fall out. Our brains will slow down and our minds fail us at some point. Relationships will end and people we love will die. Friendships finish and new ones begin, people will continue to come in and out of our lives.
The house and car will age, the job finish, paintings and photographs will fade and those wonderful things we have around us will one day be junk. Savings rise and fall continuously, stocks and shares will go up and down.
The earth as we know it will change. Shorelines will change shape, cliffs erode, air quality might reduce and stars will eventually run out of gas and die.
For everything there is a beginning and an end, nothing stays forever. It’s a sobering thought isn’t it, that everything around us including the vehicle we travel in as our body will some day come to an end.
This makes it even more necessary for us to take care of our inner being, our spirit, soul, whatever you like to call it, because that I think this might be the only thing that will last, that will outlive all those things we think so precious. My inner being, yours too, is not concerned with wealth or collections, they are the presence inside of this vehicle, just waiting and watching for everything else to end.
Daily prompt – Maddening sort of fitted 😉
I enter my mystical garden,
when I have enough of life.
Life might get on top of me,
or there is too much strife.
I tread the golden pathway,
to see what it has in store.
I get messages from nature there,
I hope there’s many more.
It’s the garden of awakening,
I leave any doubts at home.
This is a time for contemplation,
I always go there alone.
I’m never alone when I enter,
as the garden comes alive.
It teaches me simplicity,
answers my where’s and why’s.
I’ll tell you how to get there,
if you feel you want to go.
It’s a garden of development,
a place where all souls grows.
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I’m feeding the neighbours cat,
a job I really don’t mind.
But when I went to feed him,
I had hunger on my mind.
A sweet mince pie waved at me,
from far across the room.
My dinner wasn’t ready by then,
it wouldn’t be served up soon.
So I just picked it up and ate it,
the cat looked on in awe.
It was really quite delicious,
I’d better not have any more.
Now how can I explain this,
could be a disappearing pie.
Maybe it was Santa flying in,
while he was passing by.
Or another mystical creature,
one with a very sweet tooth.
I just can’t admit to eating it,
that would be so uncouth.
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A confessional response to the Daily Prompt – Mystical
I made a cake today, I made it with spelt flour, it was a fabulous cake. No big deal, cakes are easy, but I haven’t made one since my mum died two years ago, so it was a bit of a big deal for me. I used to make my mum a cake every week, this was only a couple of years before she died. Prior to that, I didn’t make cakes. I’m a good cook, but a savoury cook, not having too much of a sweet tooth myself. Anyway, I’m getting off track but I made cakes for my mum. I used to stir in love, as I stirred in that love with every turn of the spoon I knew I was keeping her alive. Mum loved my cakes, I agreed with her, I could make bloody good cakes. Anyway today I made a cake. I spoke to mum while I stirred it, I told her she would like it but realised she did’t need cake anymore. Cake would weigh her down, mum needs to fly. Anyway the moral of this story is you can put love into anything, you just have to decide to, that and I’m missing my mum.
Daily Prompt – Missing
What greater treasure is there than the simplicity and beauty of nature. When we step out into nature, connect and become one with nature we have all the treasure in the world. When we focus on nature, watch the patterns, see the colours and hear the messages it teaches the natural simplicity of life. That we will continue to grow, develop, mature and know that our death will always lead to new beginnings.
~ Liza
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Daily Prompt – Treasure
To a writer the written word,
parchment and pens.
A photographer the scenery,
trusty camera and lens.
The composer, the instruments,
music and notes.
The dancer, the musicians
and a partner that floats.
And for the painter, his paintbrush,
pallet and muse.
A mother, her children,
maybe one or two.
The gardener the fresh earth,
each individual bloom.
To the bride, the wedding ring,
then of course the groom.
Real treasure is so individual,
chosen to meet our needs.
All the things we cannot take,
when from this life we leave.
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Response to The Daily Prompt Word – Treasure
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Why me,
I just can’t take any more,
surely I learnt this lesson before.
Why now,
when things are going okay,
please make this horror go away.
It hurts,
it pains, that it’s right now,
I suppose I’ll just have it anyhow.
That’s life,
it’s full of these hidden tests,
and it won’t change if I protest
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Life has a way of springing things on us, usually when we are comfortable, perhaps a little to set in our ways. Probably that’s why, we are not moving, stagnant, life is too easy and we need a little shake up. It’s happened to me a number of times and I am never prepared, I want to cry and scream and beg for life to just go back to how it was. But it doesn’t and you know what, there is always a reason, always something for me to learn. I think I may put a little sign by my bed, reminding me that today could be the day things go wrong. That way I’ll be prepared and what’s more enjoy every moment of the good times 😉
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