I Wonder….

I wonder what I’m searching for 

within this, my time on earth.

Answers being just out of grasp,

maybe happiness and mirth.

But surely there’s more than that,

in those answers that I seek.

Some don’t know their searching,

you can hear it as they speak.

When I was young I didn’t know 

I might be searching for clues.

In thinking that I was out of luck

when I suffered the blues.

As I became much older just I knew

that there had to be more.

But what that is and where it lies

I’m still not so totally sure .

I think that I’m a little bit nearer

but will I ever get there.

There really seams so much to find

with so little time to spare.

I wonder if I lived some more,

like another hundred years.

If I’d find those answers I seek

and life my would be clear.




Sunday Questions

Is it a far away place I’m looking for,

a place far away from here.

Will I be leaving what is real,

what I already have very near.

Who is the ‘I’ that is searching,

and who is the ‘I’ that thinks.

Am I really disconnecting,

each and every time I blink.

So where is the self enquiry,

while I’m engaged with my mind.

What’s the point in longing,

and what am I trying to find.

The search begun when I found me,

separate from anything else.

The road is long and lonesome,

a road I will walk by myself.

Our lives are all about meetings,

the things we find on the way.

And the waking up is endless,

there’s always another day.





Finding the Way

Life isn’t always clear, sometimes we have to feel the way, delving deep to find the answers. Our basic senses, what we see, feel or hear are not always enough, we have to connect with a universal energy and understanding in order to find ourselves. The mind does not have all the answers, the roads through the mind are made of man. The pathways of the soul connect to a universal knowledge that will, if we seek, will show us the way. 

~ Liza

Clearing the Mind


It’s a bit like clearing spiders webs,

when trying to clear my mind

With random thoughts suspended,

on trails I left behind

Venture through dark passages,

wade murky depths as well

To chase the monsters lurking there,

not a place to dwell

I’m searching for a crystal pool,

it’s so calm and very still

 Casting to catch inspiration,  

link intention and free will 

 Paint a picture in the font,

then bring it home with me

Splash it high on skies above,

so that I can’t help but see

My quest to sort my mind out,

might take me many years.

With a range of wild emotions,

glued together with my tears