Tag: love

Original – DP

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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.

 

Stepping off the Train

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Earlier today I wrote about the observer inside, in todays Nature Lessons post.  I’m still in search of this observer, well holding onto them for longer than a few minutes anyway.  I think I probably am the observer, well my true authentic self anyway, because when I’m connected it feels like home.

It feels peaceful and all knowing, my breath slows right down and I am somewhere not connected to my physical body and yet deep down inside of it.

Could it be the portal to the universe is in fact inside of us and not on some far off horizon.  I think we probably do have all the answers but somehow have become split off from them in our attempt to ride this train we are on, the train taking us through life.  The great train that twists and turns, stopping at major junctions along the way.  Sometime we need to change, sit in another carriage and sometimes we sit and wait patiently for the engines to start rolling again, whatever we decide, the journey never seems to end and our search continues.

Only when we put away the ego, will we find the observer, the one who hides and waits patiently behind the false self we have created.

Times I spend in meditation and silence are special, I pause and open up to myself.  I am connected, for however short the period of time is, during those moments, I feel I am at one with the universe.

 

Things We Hold Onto…

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Chanel No 5 and strong cheddar cheese,

over that rainbow and always say please.

Those books piled so high, and not just one or two,

all of these things are reminders of you.

Those long walks in summer, while humming a tune,

cancer a birth sign that’s ruled by the moon.

So many memories, tied up in my mind,

there’s still one or two more I’m hoping to find.

The last card that you sent me, still on the book shelf,

only one wine glass now as I’m all by myself.

Sound of your laughter still rings in my ears,

no one would believe, I’ve not heard it in years.

The photos I have out, so sticky with touch,

those ones of us giggling, oh we didn’t care much.

Things gathered around me and all over my home,

I don’t want to forget and feel so alone.

Objects of desire, trinkets and such,

some of these of great value, some not so much.

Things help us get by, things transport us home,

but even with things we are still just alone.

Border – DP

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I think I’m on the border, with a new world just in sight.

I’ve traveled here so many times, but it’s usually at night.

It’s a place of joy and friendship, where only love resides.

A place where everybody knows, there’s no reason to take sides.

It’s taken a while to get here, the people didn’t agree.

With what I thought was obvious, but seemed to be only me.

This place is full of empathy, we look but we don’t judge.

Emotions are never buried deep, in piles of messy sludge.

There’s a pathway around this new world, lined with flowers bright.

Encircling this wonderful place, a signpost if you like.

We’re open on what we are thinking, we know that we’ll be heard.

That anyone would laugh at us, is really quite absurd.

But this is just my imagination, we haven’t got there yet.

I’m just standing on the border, trying hard not to forget.

Realise – DP

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I would get you the stars and moon,

if it would help you to fly high,

but realise it’s just a dream, 

to be floating up on high.

I would conquer all your fears,

if that would make you smile,

but realise they are not real,

but understanding takes a while.

I would go to the end of time,

to help you to start again,

but realise I might bring back,

those days so full of pain.

I would march into kingdoms,

put you on a throne,

but realise it wouldn’t change,

you’d still feel so alone.

I would demand all stars to shine

spotlights down on you,

but realise it wouldn’t work,

it wouldn’t please you too.

I like to gather all the love in the world,

and place it on your knee,

but I realise your not wanting that,

it’s just enough from me.

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I wrote this response to the Daily Prompt Word Realise, thinking about someone who is going through a hard time at the moment.