From the Heart
It’s not urgent that I get there,
just that I’m on my way.
The destinations not in sight,
it’s for another day.
But right that I have set out,
I’m purposely on my path.
I can break along the way,
it’s fine to have a laugh.
The finish lines is not the goal,
it’s not even a race.
I’m just taking my own time,
just keeping up the pace.
And if I finally reach the end,
will I have passed the test.
I suppose that’s not as important
as if I done my best.
When we first plant a flower,
our wish is that it will grow.
With nurture and love in abundance,
it’s spirit should start to show.
Ensuring that all its emotions,
are balanced with care that we give.
Giving it room to maneuver,
to spread itself out as it lives.
But what of the one in the wild woods,
trapped in among the weeds.
Fighting for its very existence,
an accident of blowing seeds.
This child of the flower kingdom,
born into a life full of tests.
Smothered by those that surround it,
in soil that’s not really the best.
Come the end of the season,
when it’s time for the great flower show.
Which one will receive adoration,
the one loved or struggling to grow.
Nature is full of examples,
of tests that are lessons to me.
When I watch as that small flower struggles,
it’s not really all that I see.
My awakening has been subtle,
just creeping up on me,
it wasn’t so instantaneous,
where I could suddenly see.
More like a silent creeper,
entwining around my heart.
Now I find where I was blind,
I now know where to start.
I don’t feel that it’s enlightenment,
I’m just far more awake,
as in this physical body,
there’s decisions I should make.
I feel that I have woken up,
connected much more to source.
There’s still so much I have to learn,
that’s obvious of course.
Now that I have woken up,
I’m much happier with my life,
I can look from outside myself,
no longer drawn to strife.
I sit in silent contemplation,
on that, that I don’t know,
allowing feelings to come up,
to see what they will show.
When emotions come to surface,
I see what they will say,
acknowledge and allow them in,
for a while they’ll stay.
It’s really just acceptance,
of the soul I truly am,
there is no rush or certain time,
in which I should understand.
I have travelled so far along this train track,
each station I’ve left and I’m not turning back.
Through field we speed up and cities slow down,
around me the packages of love I have found.
I’ve been on this train, for most of my life,
since when I first walked and bumped into strife.
For now I sit forward, but I’ve sat facing back,
my eyes cast downward, along rusty old tracks.
Those tracks of my years, in minutes and days,
they are rolling on by and yet not going away.
The conductor walks through, at intervals now,
he knows where I’m going, just does somehow.
No, I don’t need a ticket, this ride is for free,
the long journey I am travelling, is only for me.
The carriage I’m travelling is empty, no door,
until I reach the conclusion, I won’t know for sure.
I like to think I’m an original, but can that really be true, as everyone I have ever met, heard of, or read about is somehow engrained on my soul. They become part of me, part of my thinking and understanding. So can I truly be original when I carry so many others along with me.
I am made up of those I have loved, those I respect and those that have harmed me, they are like tattoos on my being. They reappear in memories and wave from the future as a warning or confirmation I am heading the right way.
Great writers, poets, thinkers, orators and philosophers inspire and teach us and they become us. When we listen to or read something that sits well with us, we gladly invite it in, we give it time and we find it has comes to live with us, it remains.
I am not original but made up of those I admire, those that have taught me lessons and those who have shone a light on my path.
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.
If you compare yourself to the tree,
so slender, strong and straight.
The tree does not express his strength,
in attempting to dominate.
He does not crush those weaker than him,
he cannot chase you off.
Just holds out those magnificent arms,
those branches he holds aloft.
Take a tree in a community,
who does not utter any words.
Not undertaking many deeds,
just as a shelter for the birds.
His roots are deep and solid,
no way he’ll be pushed about.
Remaining strong and silent
not pushing opinion out.
He gains the praise of nature
with a strength that’s so assured.
With a mightiness and perfection,
by following natures laws
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Our experiences feed our souls, these are our life lessons. Experience is the foundation of growth and the path to our tomorrows.
~ Liza
Like a stream rolling downhill,
gathering momentum.
Learning to take the bends,
gathering strength.
Landing in a pool of discovery,
gathering ourselves.
Pausing for a moment in silence
floating on eternity.
I’m sending love out into the world, for those in need today.
Healing rays out to my friends, to take their cares away.
So know that it will find the spot, whatever’s hurting you.
See those colours as they come, the purples and deep blues.
Know that healing comes in thought, a loving therapy.
Channeled love from the universe, goes where it’s meant to be.
Open up and let it travel, throughout your troubled minds.
Trust that it will do its job, with this love you’ll start to shine.
💜💙💜💙
To those special people in need in some way. Believe, accept and allow the power of love into your day.
It takes some daring, to look at yourself,
clearly, no holds barred.
See the picture others see,
the brightness and the scars.
Inspect ourselves with a critical eye,
not missing anything out.
Stopping where we need to stop,
in attempt to work it out.
It takes some daring, to stand naked,
unprotected from all eyes.
Without the shrouds that cover us,
mistakes and all the lies.
To look beyond the physical self,
look deep into the soul.
See that we’ve not always been,
as focused on the goal.
It takes some daring, to really listen,
to hear what others hear.
Not muffled by our egos,
but hearing loud and clear.
To listen to our mistakes,
to hear what we got wrong.
It’s so much easier to think about,
the future paths we’re on.
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