Our Survival

Those things we fear, those awful things,

the ones that knock us down,

They are hard to bare and very unclear,

but usually how we are found.

I’m talking of the lightning struck tower,

that knocks us right off our feet,

With those fitful nights and awful dreams,

it’s so hard to go off to sleep.

Then after we usually find we survive,

it’s never as bad as it seams.

The nightmare of my impending doom,

is only played out in my dreams.

You see we’re trained to be fearful,

to always expect the worst ending,

Never account for survival it seams,

unless it’s on life we’re depending.

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Survive

Impression of a Flower

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The flower whispered in my ear,

it was so close to me.

Heard it speak inside my head,

it wished to help me see.

For flowers grow as they do,

flowers come from love.

The flower told me gently,

it came down from above.

To work with mother nature,

to show us how to live.

To remind us of our promise,

in life we have to give.

Relying on the rains that fall,

the sunshine in the sky.

The flower is our teacher here,

the flower doesn’t lie.

It shows us how to open up,

to let things fall away.

To bow our heads at nightfall,

to wait another day.

Flowers feed all sorts of bees,

teach us how to share.

Doesn’t hold onto its pollen,

to give yourself is to care.

The flowers isn’t afraid of death,

knows it will return.

Always being springs to see,

lots more here to learn.

The flowers think we’re stupid,

in a sort of kindly way.

Not knowing we’re connected,

really don’t have a say.

We keep returning to the earth,

we get it wrong again.

Don’t understand our lessons,

judge them just as pain.

We remember more as babies,

but forget so very soon.

Unlike the gentle flowers,

we loose it when we bloom. 

It gave me a strong impression,

that it wanted to help me see.

So I would write a poem right here,

on how flowers want us to be.

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The Constant Sun

The sun is always there, even when it’s behind a cloud or beyond the horizon it continues to shine.  The sun has shined on us for many lifetimes, it is part of who we are, it watches over us, even in the darkest of times. It is constant, like the moon and stars, it lights the way for us. 

The sun gives us each day, warms and feeds us and allows us to see the beauty in the world, it connects us. In a divided world that is so often full of bitterness and hate there is only one sun, we can harness its power and energy, but we cannot own it.

We cannot divide the sun or control it, it is a power much greater than us. We are all at it’s mercy, the sun shines equally on everyone despite their creed, race or religion. The sun is our teacher however far away we are from learning its lessons..

Now look up at the sun, feel its warmth on your skin and tell me it’s not love.

 

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Catapult to the Future

I was catapulted from a cannon,

I’m heading into space,

the catapult was so right for me,

I leave without a trace.

I had walked along a tightrope,

threw skittles in the air,

balanced a ball upon my nose,

while standing on a chair.

The catapult is quick you see,

just sends me right away,

goodbyes are not necessary,

won’t go back another day.

I left the circus in the past,

didn’t much care for the place,

I’ll embrace the world from now,

without a painted face.

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The Field

Life is like walking barefooted across a field. Wild flowers spread out across the field in front of us, some in the sunshine and those under the tree. Each flower we come across is a different experience, a person we meet, a moment in time.

Each flower is a lesson, a message from the divine, a memory coming to the surface. We cannot possibly experience each and every flower, there are too many to encounter, some will be here next time we cross. 

Make the most of each flower you see on your way across the field, look closely at it, see how it shimmers in the sun, listen to it but do not pick it. As you reach the other side, take a deep breath, hold onto what you have learnt, it may be a while before you cross again.

~ Liza

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Precipice of Tomorrow

I’m on the precipice of tomorrow,

but I’m no longer looking down.

I’m looking out into the distance,

to way out there and all around.

I know that I’ve climbed up high

it’s still much higher up ahead.

On the precipice of experience,

with my wings about to spread.

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As I climb the final steps,

I know I’m on the right path.

Knowing that I have this right,

this time it’s going to last.

I don’t need to look behind me,

I know just what I left.

Served a purpose for a while,

but didn’t stand the test.

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I’m on the precipice of life,

I’m nearing all my dreams.

I just found the biggest secret,

life isn’t what it seams.

Life is what you make off it,

the chances that you take.

Life is good and bad you see,

full too with mistakes.

 

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