From the Heart
Treading of footsteps throughout my mind.
Of days gone past I should have been kind.
Rose petals falling, loving words never said.
Lone flowers unplanted, a void in my head.
Vacant spaces, channels not making sense.
Vast chasms of darkness, held in suspense.
Retracing my steps, I paint these halls bright.
With glorious blooms, I put my wrongs right.
I’m sort of mystified as to where my soul is at this very moment, is it in its entirety with me, or is a part of me or somewhere else completely.
I’m also bewildered as to why am I searching to find myself in a spiritual form, if I actually only exist for this moment in time here and now.
I’m baffled by feelings that I am an immense being, that I experience myself in dreams and wonder if I continue to exist somewhere outside of myself.
I’m bemused to how much time and effort goes into this journey, puzzled by my determination to understand the intricate maze of the universe.
I’m confused by the enormity of my search and perplexed because in all probability I won’t ever discover the answers here as the physical me.
I love to philosophise on the meaning of it all, the wonders of the universe and what IT is really all about. Have you got any nearer to the answers?
You can’t see it on the outside, apart from I’m not slim.
The changes go much deeper, as they’re radical within.
What was hard has softened, with colours changing too.
I’ve greens, blues and purples now, with indigo the blue.
The changes were quite gradual, a lifetime here to make.
But if you stand me side by side, you’ll see I’m not a fake.
The younger me was selfish, demanded love and care.
Could not see her purpose here, was to learn to share.
So now I’m making up the time, loving deeply as I go.
Knowing my days are numbered, I’ve charity to show.
While sitting in the silence, I’m listening to my breath.
All becomes much clearer, I’m with myself at best.
I focus on the in breath, before I let it gently leave.
I know that I’m connected, it’s something I believe.
Sitting in the power now, reaching higher planes.
I find myself within myself, I have returned again.
Lessons of eternity, stored somewhere in my heart.
Power of self you see, I’ve been here from the start.
The multiple aspects of me, take stillness to understand.
Some are in the present, but some in another land.
I’m body, mind and spirit, the complexity of me.
I fit together perfectly, if I’m in this space you see.
Clang, clang, clang went the trolly
Ring, ring, ring went the bell
Zing, zing, zing went my heartstrings……..
Hear this song and I’m a child again watching musicals on the TV with my mum and sister, believing that anything was possible in the world. I used to dream of being an actress like Judy Garland and making the most spectacular musicals. I would wear the most glorious costumes and sing and dance to my hearts content.
The truth is I can’t sing a note, have two left feet when it comes to dancing and an apple shape figure, that does not work with the tight waisted dresses of my dreams. But those musicals I was brought up on gave me dreams, hopes and a belief that things will always turn out okay in the end.
A Judy Garland musical or song can transport me back to that front room of my childhood where happiness lived. A room, safe and warm where my sister and I knew we were loved more than anything in the world. Where money was not as important as the type of person you were, how kindness shone brighter than any material object and food made with love cured you of any ills.
I wonder sometimes, having such a loving childhood what my own son will remember of his. Could I possibly have inspired him a fraction as much as my mother inspired me, I don’t think so but I hope I have given him some of his beautiful qualities.
Our childhoods mould and shape us into the people we are now, not all are easy and ours certainly wasn’t. But we didn’t always see the difficulties, experience the worries of our mother or count the pennies. Our mother made sure that we knew we were loved, she would walk over hot coals for us and we would always be protected. We left home safe in the knowledge we could always return and there would always be love waiting.
Our childhood home is gone now, my sister and I cleared it together after mum passed away. We brought some the memories with us in the possessions we split between us, precious memories including a Judy Garland scrapbook. Another family lives there now, living different lives in a different era. There is however laughter and love in those walls which I’m sure that anyone who lives there will benefit from and as I said I can go back there anytime I want by just playing a song.
In responce to The Daily Prompt – Zing
http://youtu.be/Ln3sNwccHxI – this video probably doesn’t work, I will have to learn how to upload!
We all began from a place of birth, sometimes a loving and nurturing environment and at other times more difficult. It’s not where you began that matters so much, but how far you can reach, growing into the world and adding your own individual beauty.
~ Liza
Each and every day brings opportunity for new beginnings
~ Liza
I’m not religious as such, well not signed up to any specific religion anyway. I’m eclectic in my beliefs and take what I like from different schools of thought, religions and ways of life. I belive in a higher power, something bigger than us, something at the moment, beyond my comprehension. I don’t think I necessarily need to know what is beyond, just that I am going in the right direction, doing my best and above all making my life worth while. In a way it’s right that it’s a mystery to us, because given all the answers we would act accordingly and maybe not be as true to ourselves.
If I could invent my own religion, pathway or walk of life as I prefer to say, it would be based on kindness and love. These qualities are the important aspects I take from other religions, love one another, send out kind thoughts and deeds and look after each other and the planet we live on. It wouldn’t demand worship as I don’t believe any god would demand worship apart from a recognition and love of the source of from where we come. Loving ourselves and each other is the key. Just think if everybody just loved, weapons would be put down, famine would cease and misery would disappear, it’s simple to me love is the only answer, it’s just taking us a long time to work this out.
Religion does fascinate me and I collect little bits and pieces I find along the way. I have a shelf of religious and spiritual artefacts, they are all mixed up and living nicely alongside one another. Wouldn’t it be nice if mankind could do the same?
I think there have been many great prophets throughout the ages, they have walked with us and tried to show us the way. I think there are some great prophets today, those that teach love and peace and I’m sure a few more to come.
I often go and sit in satsang enquiries, buddhist meditations, various church services, shamanism workshops, healing sessions and sign up for all sorts any energy workshops. I go because in these places I meet nice people and I like to surround myself with good people. Okay, I do meet some oddballs, like the fairy lady but she’s another story.
As much as all the above interests and fascinates me, I think we are our own best teachers. We need to experience our real selves, the knowing self inside of us before we can find out answers outside, so it’s important to sit with ourselves, give ourselves space and listen to what’s inside.
I feel we are all connected, that connection runs back to a source which is somehow connected to the universe around us. I joke about the universe providing, but on a serious note it has not let me down yet so I am trusting in it more and more.
You outshine me always love,
no question that it’s true.
If only I was as good and kind,
well, in comparison to you.
It would take me an eternity,
to glow as bright my love.
Collecting stars along the way,
as they explode above.
My eclipse I love you,
you see I always will,
If you smother me in darkness dear,
I will love you still.
I’m having a melancholy day, it’s raining and cloudy with no sign of the sun and I’ve just put the heating on. I’m caught up in melodies from the past from todays Daily Prompt.
Music always takes me to my mum, I’ve been talking to her a lot today, thinking about her and playing her songs in my head. Would you believe I just sung to her ashes, I laughed when I did it because I know she would laugh too. I’m not sure why I have her ashes but I do, it’s comfortable as it is the only physical thing I have left of her. Not that I believe she is in any way connected to her ashes, because she’s not. I have two pots of ashes on my shelf, it’s a back shelf and high up, I don’t have a shrine and it’s not morbid. Anyway mum’s urn wears a large string of pearls, wrapped around a couple of times, mum never went out without a statement necklace. Mum was incredibly fashionable, as a child I used to think fashion designers followed her around with sketch pads, as what she wore one year was in fashion the next. I wear a necklace, handbag or belt of mums most days, as well as fashionable she was a bit of a shopaholic in her time. Bill, my step-father who followed mum a month later wears a ribbon of tartan to match the tartan trousers he wore every day. As you can probably guess, my parents were not ordinary in any way. I think I probably channel their eccentricity as I’m weirder every day
That’s the thing with writing, it takes you places, today because of the melody prompt it took me back to so many memories, music being such a big part of my family and then from there to the feelings memories bring with them, warm, funny, sad and deep.
When I say I’m melancholy I’m not depressed, desolate or gloomy, I’m just with my thoughts and comfortable there. I don’t want to party and my plan for the evening is comfort with a lovely bath, candles and yes, music. I think it’s good to get in touch with your feelings sometimes, it slows us down and reminds us what’s real in this fast paced world we live in.
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