From the Heart
Slowly I am beginning to understand my life purpose
Buried emotions of experiences coming to the surface
I find myself a channel, philosopher and dreamer
With messages to share, maybe become a redeemer
Gently opening as a flower to reach my full bloom
Giving hope and charity, to love where there’s room
And the universe conspires to provide me what I need
By signposting my direction throughout the life I lead
With his carefree attitude and wondering mind.
Long term stability in life maybe harder to find.
He had no big aspirations to impress anyone.
To find work that would pay hadn’t even begun.
The world was his oyster, it began in his dreams.
To travel the world, there’s so much to be seen.
But tickets cost money they don’t fall from the sky.
He had to find finance so his brain was required.
He’d lay here a while and contemplate some ideas.
He had time on his hands, he had years and years.
If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
Isn’t everything a movable feast, can’t we enjoy ourselves when the pleasing takes us. Do we have to wait for high days and holidays or can we have fun all the time. I think YES, absolutely we can.
We have a family tradition and that is that feasts are moveable and we can celebrate when we please and it very much pleases us to celebrate.
Don’t go wishing for eternity, as eternity is now, not over there is some far off land, but here if you allow.
Tomorrow won’t bring happiness, this evening won’t bring love. Stop planning for the future you could be up above.
Savour every moment, don’t wait for what won’t come. The time is right, right here and now, a glass for everyone.
Uncork the wine and wear the dress, dance today and look your best. Tomorrows woes are not here yet, so make today your very best!
I wish to compare you to a flower. A beautiful, gentle creature radiating out into the world, with colours so deep, so pure, so animated it is impossible to pass you by. Waves of silk like petals falling gently to the soft mossy ground around your feet. Creatures setting to drink and bask in your glory, feeding from your love.
But I also see you are tired now, weary of the world and stooped and frail. I can see your pain, your struggle to hold yourself above the rest, to hold your head up. Your weighed down with life, your shrinking now, wilting into a gentle shadow of your previous glory.
Tired now of looking up at the sky, tired of standing tall, of depending on yourself. You lean forwards, the weight of life weighing heavy and pulling you downwards. I see the scars from the burns of the suns rays, burnt and looking for coolness of the moon.
Taking nourishment is difficult for you now, maybe you believe you’ve had your fill, maybe the stiffness of your body, the roughness in your stem prevents you. Just a sip my love, just wet your lips, one more try before you sleep.
Unpredictable you, your after my lunch
I see that your nearing, I hear pebbles crunch
I know that your beak is as sharp as a claw
But if I give you a bit, I know you’ll want more
There’s chips over there and fish in the sea
Children with ice creams, you can scoop can’t you see
The beach is so crowded, there’s plenty more food
Stop staring at mine, it’s unpleasantly rude
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You are the inspiration that I channel as I write
In between, when I’m asleep, you visit me at night
Can I convey with accuracy, interpreting as I do
I do my best to express, the messages from you
If only I had bigger words, to get across the point
It worries me a little bit, that I should disappoint
Am I unpredictable, I seem to come and go
But you return to me again, I think that you would know
Are you really truly there, I guess it could be me
A higher self, the one that knows, suppose I’ll wait and see
I dreamt you were dead, withered and dry
You left me alone without saying goodbye
Shrivelled and drooped you gave up on us
No longer proud, with strength I could trust
Your sweetness of smell, turned to a musk
Blood red of your colour, now memory just
My nightmare continues, it goes on and on
I can’t say goodbye, I’ve loved you so long
Tears they will fall, the memories may fade
But not for the moment, we still have today
Then on the compost, you’ll come back again
Feeding the good earth, how you’ll remain
But just for tonight, please stay here with me
My roses, my beauties, you showed love to me
Bring the pure wine of
love and freedom.
But sir, a tornado is coming.
More wine, we’ll teach this storm
A thing or two about whirling.~ Rumi
There are times when a couple of glasses of wine with good friends can see any storm away and bring great warmth to the soul 😉
A storm in my mind and wind through my soul
Gales blowing through, destroying what’s old
Washing the particles, that are no longer me.
An explosion of laughter, I love what I see.
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A tempestuous bang and an almighty crack
My surroundings light up, it’s not an attack
I clearly see now, through the eye of the storm
Those outdated attachments, I no longer adorn
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The currents are settling, the swell it subsides
The emotions I had, washed out with the tides
Turbulence vanished, a smooth ride in sight
It’s all now a memory, I move on with my life.
I really can’t stop writing, to cease would be a shame.
To me it feels like therapy, it’s more than just a game.
I’d love to be a writer, to fill the world with words.
Share my thoughts on love with you, move my soul onwards.
I write with such simplicity, with honesty and truth.
Because you like my simple posts, I’m so endeared to you.
I write a small child might do, with wonder and delight.
With thoughts that spring in my head, late into the night.
I’m on a writers journey, the evidence is clear.
This journey is the best I’ve had, it’s all so very dear.
In another lifetime, I might have started long ago.
An honest scribe as my guide, to teach me as I go.
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