From the Heart
Allow those who love and care for you to support you, so that you can paint your colour on the world for as long as possible. Winter is waiting patiently in the wings for fall to to reach its conclusion.
~ Liza
Well I never thought I would reach 50 nature posts 🙂
I hold this candle up to you,
for everything you do,
the kindness and the charity,
in your love so very true.
I would build a temple,
as a tribute to your love,
ceilings domed and golden,
reaching up to skies above.
I would name a flower,
after the beauty of your heart,
I cannot find one good enough,
I know not where to start.
So I will light this single candle,
I’ll light one every day,
to celebrate my love for you,
a love that will not decay.
More and more now I am aware,
reclaiming what was mine.
the ego has been holding it,
but now, has come the time.
To practice an awareness,
being conscious of what I do,
I want to take life slowly now,
with focus on what is true.
The lessons in my unconscious,
I mean to learn again,
making sure I got them right,
through this I can only gain.
When I look upon the world,
the colours and the sounds,
a beautiful picture is painted,
it is what my awareness has found.
I feel like I have been finely tuned,
and that I can finally see.
All the wonder of this world,
in which I can just be.
My awakening has been subtle,
just creeping up on me,
it wasn’t so instantaneous,
where I could suddenly see.
More like a silent creeper,
entwining around my heart.
Now I find where I was blind,
I now know where to start.
I don’t feel that it’s enlightenment,
I’m just far more awake,
as in this physical body,
there’s decisions I should make.
I feel that I have woken up,
connected much more to source.
There’s still so much I have to learn,
that’s obvious of course.
Now that I have woken up,
I’m much happier with my life,
I can look from outside myself,
no longer drawn to strife.
I sit in silent contemplation,
on that, that I don’t know,
allowing feelings to come up,
to see what they will show.
When emotions come to surface,
I see what they will say,
acknowledge and allow them in,
for a while they’ll stay.
It’s really just acceptance,
of the soul I truly am,
there is no rush or certain time,
in which I should understand.
Lots of walks I take alone,
where I walked with you before.
Strolled the pathways of the south,
there isn’t many more.
We used to talk of many things,
the flowers and the trees.
Collected bouquets for the hearth,
that I’d arrange to please.
We tried to answer lives great question,
what is it all about.
It was nature gave us pointers,
sometimes it would shout.
We saw all the babies in the spring,
then lone robins in the fall.
Those walks were like the theatre,
and they didn’t cost at all.
Now I walk those tracks alone,
still trying to work it out.
Our very favourite question,
of what is this is all about.
Autumn brings with it love from the skies,
bright red leaves and fond goodbyes.
With deepness of colour, dark reds and rusts,
to linger and watch is a definite must.
Later they’ll dry up, go crisp underfoot,
coal in the fire, hands covered in soot.
But while they are doing their ultimate dance,
rejoice in the colour and give love a chance.
Each leaf is a symbol of life going on,
changing of hues, meeker to strong.
Then they’ll be swept, or melt into the ground,
some in the fire, if crunchy and brown.
In spring they will come back, starting as buds,
first comes the foliage then comes the bugs.
This is the cycle of nature you know,
everything comes back, just moves with loves flow.
There are so many layers that make us who we are, layers that cover the true self. Recognising and acknowledging these layers as we peal them away is the first step to our understanding.
~ Liza
As we transition into winter,
with harsher times in store.
We hold onto our memories,
of summer more and more.
As blossoms close for winter,
by falling on the ground.
We know with certain surety,
they’ll be coming back around.
For our life is a big circle,
the message here so clear.
Hold memories of your loved ones,
so very, very near.
For they are just around the corner,
only around the next bend.
We will see them on the other side,
as nothing really ever ends.
I have travelled so far along this train track,
each station I’ve left and I’m not turning back.
Through field we speed up and cities slow down,
around me the packages of love I have found.
I’ve been on this train, for most of my life,
since when I first walked and bumped into strife.
For now I sit forward, but I’ve sat facing back,
my eyes cast downward, along rusty old tracks.
Those tracks of my years, in minutes and days,
they are rolling on by and yet not going away.
The conductor walks through, at intervals now,
he knows where I’m going, just does somehow.
No, I don’t need a ticket, this ride is for free,
the long journey I am travelling, is only for me.
The carriage I’m travelling is empty, no door,
until I reach the conclusion, I won’t know for sure.
I like to think I’m an original, but can that really be true, as everyone I have ever met, heard of, or read about is somehow engrained on my soul. They become part of me, part of my thinking and understanding. So can I truly be original when I carry so many others along with me.
I am made up of those I have loved, those I respect and those that have harmed me, they are like tattoos on my being. They reappear in memories and wave from the future as a warning or confirmation I am heading the right way.
Great writers, poets, thinkers, orators and philosophers inspire and teach us and they become us. When we listen to or read something that sits well with us, we gladly invite it in, we give it time and we find it has comes to live with us, it remains.
I am not original but made up of those I admire, those that have taught me lessons and those who have shone a light on my path.
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