Tag: love

She

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You have to grow from the inside out. None can teach you, none can make you spiritual. There is no other teacher but your own soul ~ Swami Vivekananda

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How well do you know your soul, how often do you stop and listen to your true spirit and know that it speaks the truth, has you best interests at heart.  It’s taken me a long time to get to a point in which I think I’m getting to know the true me, the eternal soul that I am, outside of my physical self.

I invite her into the room sometimes to sit with me, I call her and she comes.  She has become a friend and confident, she listens and guides me and it’s always in the right direction.   If I truly open up to what I think my soul is telling me, I’m usually right because it comes from my heart centre and not through any logical thinking.  Not that it is always the direction I want to go in, but usually where I’m meant to be.  Sometimes through difficulties that propel me forward and sometimes through experiences that encourage growth.  Whatever, when I look back I can’t see that I have been pointed in the wrong direction.  That’s not to say that I haven’t made mistakes, ignored her and made up my own mind, but I suppose that was another lesson I needed to learn.

She is eternal, she has been around forever, long before she joined me on this journey here, she is magnificent.  Why would I not trust her, she knows the answers that I seek, she has lived the experiences that I live now and she has more love inside of her than  I could ever imagine.

All I have to do to connect with her is put any thought out of mind, close my eyes, connect to the stillness and see what comes up for me in this place.

Give it a go and let me know if you meet her.

Love Listens

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Listen while I’m silent and show me that you know

Watch me very closely, don’t let the small things go

My actions tell my stories, they’ll tell you of my grief

My truth is what I hold inside but only love can see

I’m muddled and confused, my thoughts are over there

If only you could sort them out, you’d do it if you care

I smile outside of you and me, I put on a good face

At other times I cry a lot, I shout, I scream, I pace

I am a lot of tiny bits, that haven’t got a place

Look into my eyes and see, they go beyond my face

Give me time and give me love, sit with me a while

I think that it is maybe you that can really find my smile

 

My Boy

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Being a mother is the best thing I’ve done,

I was put here on earth to be my boys mum.

It comes with such happiness, heartbreak and joy,

I am incredibly proud that he is my boy.

But then there’s the worries that come with the job.

From the moment of birth, a hotline to God.

To please keep him safe, let him be adored,

to experience love and never ignored

And that’s how it goes, being a mum.

One minute worry, the next lots of fun.

But I wouldn’t trade this job for my life,

for the love of my boy, I’ll deal with the strife.

Thinking of my son, who is actually twenty six and flying off to New York today with his girlfriend.  I want him to have the time of his life but I won’t rest until the plane touches down safely.  It’s all in the job you see!

 

The Question

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If love is the only answer

Why does everybody not just love

If love is the only answer

Why is there so much hurt in the world

If love is the only answer

Why do so many need healing from trauma and pain

If love is the only answer 

Why do we trade in currency and material objects

If love is the only answer

Why do so many not listen to each other, the universe

If love is the only answer

Why do we not see what is before us

If love is the only answer

Why is there loneliness when there are so many people

If love is the only answer

Why do I fret for my child’s future

I guess love is the only answer 

Alzheimer’s – Deprived of Mind

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She does not remember her children,
she has also forgotten her name.

Daily, her loved ones visit now,
though she’ll never be quite the same.

Questions stare out of her eyes,
that she can’t connect to her lips.

She can no longer style her own hair,
so it’s often held back with clips.

She screams when they wash her hair,
she cries for to leave it alone.

She would rather stay in her nightdress,
and just wants to be on her own.

Stains appear on her clothes,
that would never have been there before.

She’s forgotten she doesn’t eat meat,
cause the arguments out of the door.

She’s deprived of the mind she once had,
it’s all muddled and in tiny bits.

She’s forgotten what she was saying,
as soon as the words leave her lips.

So I bless I still have my mind and
I love her as much as I can.

I can’t talk about deprivation,
while I still visit Aunty Anne

In response to the Daily Prompt – Deprive

Affirmation 

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With open eyes I see the beauty in the world and with eyes wide open I dance in, and add to that beauty.

With open ears I listen to the universe and add my own truth as to be in tune with its symphony.

With open mind I accept and consider the opinions of others and contemplate first in silence my response.

With open hands I reach out to those in need and accept and welcome the assistance of the hands of others.

With open heart I give love willingly and with that same open heart accept the love that is offered to me.

I remain open to what the universe has in store for me and open to how I can be of service each day.

Sending Love

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I’m sending love across at you, it’s painfully clear to see.
That you need help, to be wrapped up, by someone more than me.

Your terrified of looking up, your posture tells me so.
I guess your really struggling and wanting to let go.

We’re in the doctors waiting room, and there’s another three, 
I hope they call you in soon, you can go in front of me.

I want to cry at what I feel, your pain is clearly deep.
Your eyes, your face, the whole of you, it makes me want to weep.

I pray that you will smile again, I pray you will survive, 
I know this isn’t any way for one to be alive.

I hope the doctors helpful, that he doesn’t send you off,
without the building blocks you need, to hold yourself aloft.

I wrote this after visiting the doctors this morning.  I saw this guy there and my heart went out to him.  I was thinking if everybody who reads this attempt at poetry sends him a bit of love it might just help.  If it creates a picture in your mind, then maybe with love, it can create healing and recovery for him.   I live in Brighton, Sussex so imagine him there and send your love.  Thanks x

Is it Over…

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I really tried to tell you, explain to you my path,
I only wished you listened, you really make me laugh.

Having all the answers, although you didn’t see,
the very subtle changes, that were happening to me.

Drifting up two different roads, traveling separate ways,
I hardly think you noticed, when I was gone for days.

So now you want to real me in, tell me that you care, 
tell me that I have it wrong and you were always there.

Well my love, my golden boy, I really thought you knew,
that you and I and all that jazz, are well and truly through

Night Visits

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You watch me from the landscape at the end of the bed

With dots that gently glisten, I’m sure not in my head

I see you when I first wake and in the times between

Dots that seem to join you up, although your not quite seen.

I wish you’d form a little more so I can clearly see

Your face, your eyes and all of you watching over me

I know you come in love and light, that your intent is true

I only wish I was certain, that it is really you.