From the Heart
Bring the pure wine of
love and freedom.
But sir, a tornado is coming.
More wine, we’ll teach this storm
A thing or two about whirling.~ Rumi
There are times when a couple of glasses of wine with good friends can see any storm away and bring great warmth to the soul 😉
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!
The tiny pebble bright and shiny, glistening in the tide.
Round because seas have worn the rigidness of sides.
The pebble has been bashed upon the rocks of many years.
The sea has worn the pebble out, through servitude and fear.
But the pebble has excelled the test, it’s really won the day.
As on the shore it is settled now, it’s crystalline today.
We plant a seed in faith and trust, we pray for sun and rain.
But once it’s sown, the deed is done we cannot plant again.
Like the blooms we have to trust, the heavens will provide.
That we receive the things we need in order to survive.
The journey starts with one small thought, that belongs to you.
The time you travel all depends on things you have to do.
You will not need possessions, you don’t need to take yourself.
The trip your taking is in your mind, inside you have to delve.
It begins when you are ready, for your journey to unfold.
You won’t be going very far, just listen to what your told.
The trip is of discovery and unfolding the real you.
Close your eyes, count down from ten, you should be there by two.
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.
Open yourself up to all life has to say.
Scatter the petals of your love each day.
Radiate outwards by reaching within.
As each new sun rises and each day begins.
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.
My glass has been as full as the stars up above
Twinkling with bubbles, overspilling with love.
A glass crystal flute that chimed as I clinked.
In celebration, with crosses arms I linked.
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My glass so empty as I missed the last wish.
Cloudy and smudged with space for anguish.
My glass has been broken, just like my heart.
That shattered in pieces and fell far apart.
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But now I have two that came here as a pair.
They match one another, no need for despair.
Both glasses half full, with room for some more.
We can sit here and sip, not gulp like before.
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In response to the Daily Prompt – Glass
Wait until the darkness comes, the bones are going to shake.
Don’t wait in here, they come alive, your soul they want to take.
The bone chapel stores the bones, of those from long gone by.
I’m leaving here before its dark, I bid farewell goodbye!
Fun post in response to The Faily Prompt – Darkness
iPhone photos from a bone chapel in Portugal
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