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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.

 

Always 

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I know your watching over me

and that your always there.

It sometimes gives me jitters 

if I slip on one of those stairs.

I know you see when I make mistakes, 

getting it so wrong.

When you were here I wouldn’t of said, 

with a nose so very long.

I wonder if there is anything,

that I can really hide away.

That you won’t know and haven’t seen 

when we meet again someday. 

Does it cause you worry now, 

or have those old days gone.

I’m guessing that it doesn’t, 

now your views so long.

I’m sort of getting used to it, 

you knowing everything I do.

I wouldn’t take it from anyone, 

I’ll make the exception for you.

Sometimes when I’m eating cheese,

I stop and think of you.

Knowing if your watching, 

that you would want some too.

Have I found the funny side, 

am I really making fun

But then I have your sense of humour, 

don’t I precious mum.

So you carry on watching me, 

I like to have you near.

But I don’t want any of your nagging, 

am I making myself clear.


Is there a humorous side to death, I think if you had the same sense of fun in life there has to be.  I’m often thinking what my mum would think of the pure unadulterated me. Don’t get me wrong there wasn’t much she didn’t know about me, we were very close but there are those little things we keep to ourselves. I find lies difficult, even harder now as I know she can see.  It’s like I’m checking see will approve or at least not disagree.

She wouldn’t judge she’s not like that but I think I may have disappointed her once or twice.  You see this is the other side of missing someone, if it’s true life goes on and that’s what I believe then they see everything you do!

I think I’m getting more like my mum but then that might well be because she’s around me all the time, maybe subtly influencing me. Like when I put one of her belts around my waist or throw one of her necklaces on.

Have you ever braked hard, throwing you arm protectively across the passenger seat in an empty car? I have!

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.

Sea of Life

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Like the ever moving seas, 

our lives should not stagnate.

The changing of tides, 

allows us little time to wait. 

With the erosion of land, 

and moulding of the shores.

Structure is destroyed, 

yet we are presented with more.

But the shores are so soft,

with the gentleness of sand.

Although we can’t rely,

on being so close to land.

And the  water pulls us under,

then at other times we float.

Our role is not to fight,

but to keep swimming hard with hope.

Then looking out towards the end,

with setting sun eyes widen.

Knowing life continues, 

for far beyond the horizon.