Where my Heart Resides

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My heart lies in my stomach, it is where I feel despair

Deep within my solar plexus, it is from there I care

I feel a pull to warn me, somethings changed inside

It drags me from my very core, a train I have to ride

Love lives deep within me, reminding me each day

Of happiness and sadness, like when he went away

Emotions that reside way down, rise and fall like tides

Crash against my inner walls, when sadness does arise

On joyous days it bubbles up, tickling and spilling out

A volcano erupts inside of me, of that there is no doubt

So knowing where my heart lies, gives me responsibility

To recognise the power of love and provide tranquility

The Witch in the Woods

Walking through the woodland, I felt I was not alone,

I had the strangest feeling, of walking through a home.

But who would live in forests, deep within these trees,

a cold wind blew right through, it wasn’t make believe.

Oh yes, there’s tales of witches here, that was years ago,

would they still be in these trees, I really didn’t know.

I pulled my coat tight round me, quickened up my pace,

I hadn’t thought a nature walk would turn into a race.

As I left the forests depths, I turned once more around,

and carved into the boulder, a witches face I found.

Now that I am safe and warm, I’m trying hard to see,

What a witch would really want, with silly little me.

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Yesterday I went on a nature walk, I wasn’t alone, I was with a friend.  It was a beautiful place in Sussex , Lake Wood.  We had a lovely afternoon walking around.  The place was fabulous, woods, a lake, amazing boulders, stairways, caves and tunnels.  We took some great photos  which I’m sure I will be posting at some point.

We both said it felt a bit spooky, the tunnels and caves had markings engraved, pentacles and the like but we kept on and enjoyed our walk.

Later that evening on telling a friend we had visited these woods, he told us it was supposed to be haunted by a witch who would chase you out of the woods, we laughed and  joked we were lucky to have escaped.

Now is it my very far fetched imagination, or can you also see a woman running towards me on the rock in the photos!

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The Setting Sun


 

As I sit here in the autumn sun,

I compare it to my life.

It’s weaker now and gentle,

no longer shines as bright.

It strokes my arm with tender care,

with warmth it touches me.

That it joined me on my journey,

is plain for all to see.

It’s dimmer now but just as true,

its rays are full of love.

As it sets, before it dies,

it paints joy in skies above.


Gift to the Rose

 

 

 

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Take any rose and look some more,

you’ll see that it is made up of four.

The head, the stem, then leaves and thorns,

each of these a rose adorns.

Her head the beauty pulls us in,

 thorns so pointed, protecting kin.

The stem she has such a vital task,

to feed the flower so long it may last.

Leaves capturing the light as energy,

assist the plant so she can breath.

And then the roots that we can’t see,

anchoring her in so she can be seen.

Look again when a rose you see,

 generous friends so she can just be. 

Capacity to Think

 

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As humans are we any better,

than say, your cat or dog,

does our thinking brain and mind,

not just create a fog.

Does it not cause obstacles,

prevent us from the task,

pondering on the end result,

why do we have to ask.

Is a capacity to think destructive,

messing intuition,

hindering what we truly know,

altering our mission.

Is an animal superior,

intuitively just knowing,

living in the moment, 

no worry where it’s going.

 

I wrote this quickly for fun, but it was something I was pondering on as I’m inclined to do.  I sometimes think my mind an obstacle to reaching my true intuitive self.  Sometimes I go round and round the houses thinking about something, trying to make up my mind, weighing up the pro’s and cons and end up back at my first intuitive response.

Interested in your thoughts 🙂

 

 

 

Doubts

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On occasion I feel very small, of little consequence,

see myself as minuscule and maybe just pretence.

Now and then gigantic, my spirit soars right out,

energised with belief you see, oh how I soar about.

Sometimes I look back into my eyes, wonder who I am,

with vacant gaze and little depth, I’m probably a sham.

Occasionally my eyes look back, talk to me somehow,

I dive in deep to find myself, as at times they will allow.

I’ve really only myself to blame, wary of moving on,

of reaching a place of clarity, where I should belong.

I must choose my pathway, keep myself on track,

being in the moment, focused and not looking back.