Tag: love

My Purpose

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When I think about my purpose,

my purpose here is you.

I travelled here to keep you safe,

in what you have to do.

I was born to be along side you,

protect you on the way.

With open heart, to stand by you

in all you do and say.

My purpose here, tied up with love

so very deep and true.

It hurts so much inside of me,

if I ever  see you blue

Souls who travelled together,

we came here with a task.

We’ve been together many times

wearing mortal masks.

So my love, my precious one,

live a life that’s full.

I’ve got your back, I’m on your side,

and always here for you.

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Frailty

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IMG_1365I 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.

 

Touched by Spirit

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I know your right behind me, you’re only out of sight

I feel your presence often, it feels so very right

You walk across my forehead, gently touching me

I think a bug, then realise, it’s you I just can’t see

I asked you to come back to me, before you went away

It was my only option, because you had to go that day

So you visit me now quite often, your always very near

I hear you and I feel your love and hold that very dear

If only I could see you now, would that fulfil my dream

To touch you and to talk to you, that would be supreme

I’m happy that you come at all, it fills me up with joy

To know that you’re still by my side, my gentle little boy

 

The Little Tree

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Your looking very messy, I’d say you need a trim.
Overgrown, I do suggest you hold the middle in.
Fashion fashionistas would say you have let go.
Maybe true, you do look odd if that’s really how you grow.

Then your an individual, you like to be yourself.
Very understandable, but you have to mind your health.
Following your own journey, it’s really up to you.
As long as your expressions, are what you feel are true.

Don’t we all have to follow our own paths and remain true to ourselves.  So I thought this little tree looked silly, but then again some might think I look silly, say crazy things have weird beliefs.  I maybe a bit off centre, head in the sky and heart on my sleeve, but it’s what sits well with me that matters.

I had my hair cut and styled yesterday and the colour touched up.  It didn’t really change me, maybe on the outside and maybe I walked a bit taller for a while but fundamentally I’m the same person I was before I walked into the salon.  It’s the inside that is important and the parts of that we share with the world, our friends and family.

I would imagine this tree makes a great hiding place, a shelter for small animals and a nest for birds.  Just because it doesn’t look so great doesn’t mean it’s not any less valuable. Walking past the tree yesterday, I suppose it spoke to me also because I stopped, took a photo and thought about it.  So I thought I would share it on here to see if it resonates with anyone else.  I think the message is be true to yourself, be kind to others and be magnificent!

Writers Journey

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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.

The Door

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The door of the heart is open, come in and take a pew.

Come tarry here and feel the love, it’s all you need to do.

Stay a while, recuperate, take nourishment you need.
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Repair the trauma in your heart, we have to stop the bleed.

Sit a while in peace and love, quench your thirsty heart.

Push away the pain you feel and go back to the start.

When your ready, take a step and then another few.

Recognise your own brave soul, the world belongs to you.

Time

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Your glowing face is covered by the shading of the sun

I see your beauty close, is it seen by everyone

Different aspects of you, dance out of your face

Your love along with mystery, desire, wants and grace

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Colours in your aura and your energy expands

The diamond on your wrinkled brow, you see I understand

Your heart is warm, full of love and graced with charity

 Love shines through your stillness as you gaze across at me

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Not long for you in this world now, the time is getting near

But know I love you, my special one, you’ll always be so dear

I will age behind you and my skin will wrinkle too

I’ll follow on in time you know and I will search for you.