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Confused – DP

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Life is as confusing as we make it.  I have dreams that confuse me, disastrous dreams, like last night where the bank was closing in and I was in so much debt there was no way out. Is this a message for me to get my affairs in order or just a fear that finds its way to the surface when I’m asleep and not able to suppress it. This morning my immediate reaction was to fret and worry and then I opened my eyes and remembered I don’t do that anymore. I’m not supposed to have all the answers and life will work out as it should if I worry or not. I checked my bank account and an outstanding invoice had been paid, there, it was just an unconscious worry.

Confused is just another term for not having all the answers and I certainly don’t have them.  Confusion also arises when we don’t feel in control, we don’t know which way to turn or who to listen to any any given moment. I don’t want to fight control any longer, I submit, have it your own way control. I’ll wait until it feels right or I’m inspired to move forward.

Some things I don’t mind finding a little confusing are crosswords, the rules to football and those that don’t ever think further than their day to day existence.

Life is as confusing as you allow it to be. I don’t give being confused much space now because it’s all a mystery we will find out at the end of the day and at the moment I’m in no particular hurry.

 

Daily Word Prompt – Confused

Lightening the Load

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I believe in letting go of the junk that weighs us down in life.  In order to grow we need to be able to rid ourselves of what no longer serves a purpose, binds us and prevents us from moving forward.  We need to be light enough to fly and catch hold of opportunities when they arise.  It’s not complicated, a bird couldn’t fly weighed down with it’s home and all the worries in the world.

To often we live in fear of moving forward, there are to many reasons why we can’t, too many things we have to do first, too many excuses.  We often lack self belief and imagine ourselves to be unable to forge ahead with our dreams.  We settle for what we know what appears safe without belief that we could get anywhere other than where we are at the present time.   I spent a long time travelling to work each day to a well paid job I was unhappy in, realising the unhappy faces I saw each day on the train were doing the same thing, we were all just dying slowly in an existence in which we were eternally trapped.  So I quit, it’s not been easy but I’ve never been happier and I have grown so much as a person because I broke out of the mould.  I’m not advocating that you should quit your jobs, that could be disastrous but it worked for me.  I’m a different person and it has allowed me to grow in a way I never would have imagined.  I have grown in spirit, I’m kinder and more loving to myself and others and the universe has provided.  Okay it gets a little scary sometimes but something works out and I’ve discovered paths I never would have imagined.

Dreams should be lived or at least followed and I think the first step is lightening the load, working out what our dreams are and then doing something, however small, to move closer to who and what we want to be.

Life isn’t meant to be complicated 🙂

 

 

 

 

Frailty

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IMG_1365I wish to compare you to a flower.  A beautiful, gentle creature radiating out into the world, with colours so deep, so pure, so animated it is impossible to pass you by.  Waves of silk like petals falling gently to the soft mossy ground around your feet.  Creatures setting to drink and bask in your glory, feeding from your love.

But I also see you are tired now, weary of the world and stooped and frail.  I can see your pain, your struggle to hold yourself above the rest, to hold your head up.  Your weighed down with life, your shrinking now, wilting into a gentle shadow of your previous glory.

Tired now of looking up at the sky, tired of standing tall, of depending on yourself.  You lean forwards, the weight of life weighing heavy and pulling you downwards.  I see  the scars from the burns of the suns rays, burnt and looking for coolness of the moon.

Taking nourishment is difficult for you now, maybe you believe you’ve had your fill, maybe the stiffness of your body, the roughness in your stem prevents you.   Just a sip my love, just wet your lips, one more try before you sleep.

 

Crystal

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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.

 

 

Writers Journey

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I really can’t stop writing, to cease would be a shame.

To me it feels like therapy, it’s more than just a game.

I’d love to be a writer, to fill the world with words.

Share my thoughts on love with you, move my soul onwards.

I write with such simplicity, with honesty and truth.

Because you like my simple posts, I’m so endeared to you.

I write a small child might do, with wonder and delight.

With thoughts that spring in my head, late into the night.

I’m on a writers journey, the evidence is clear.

This journey is the best I’ve had, it’s all so very dear.

In another lifetime, I might have started long ago.

An honest scribe as my guide, to teach me as I go.

Writing

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I want to write of almighty heights and starships on the moon.

Of silent prayers, of soaring high and lazy afternoons.

I want to write so deeply, with words to touch your soul.

To make you think, with picture links, to connect would be my goal.

I want to write forever more, to share with you my dreams.

To pull you in, touch your hearts, that would be supreme.

I want to write astoundingly, so everyone can feel.

The way I view this universe and what for me is real.

For now I write quite simply, often words that rhyme.

Little ditty’s, words of love and when I have the time.

And so I shall keep on practicing, writing daily posts.

Poetry and thoughts by me, I hope you don’t get lost.

I am a little crazy, the other half of me is fine.

I hope you’ll find it in your hearts to give my writing time.

Summertime

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It’s pointless buying summer clothes, in England nowadays.

For moments when the sun pops out, and holidays away.

We wear them and we shiver, at home the hearings on.

One blink and I’ll miss summer, the evenings are just long.

I’m fed up with this country, fed up with the cold.

I’m sick of hearing summers here, fed up of being told.

So I’m packing up my summer bits, into the case they go.

I’m off in search of sunshine, before we see the snow!

Choose Me

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The flowers are rejoicing, a bee has sauntered by.

They dance, they sing, hold heads aloft, up to the smiling sky.

The bee is quite oblivious, to the happiness he caused.

He spotted a bright flower and thought he’d take a pause.

So he takes his fill and wonders on, through the flowers bright.

They hope he will return again before they close tonight.

Dark Bits

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We have to look at all aspects of ourselves, good and bad, lightness and darkness.  We are made of all these things and have to acknowledge the not so good parts as well as seeing the beauty.

Some of the dark parts are buried deep inside, snapped off and buried somewhere along the way. We might not know about these things, they might not be of this lifetime but they follow us and arise at times like a dark fog blocking our way forward.

So how might we do this, firstly acknowledge they are there, however small we have splinters of black. I’m not saying that if you have worked on yourself you are not a beautiful bright soul but the fact that we are here in this heaviness indicates we might still have some clearing to do.  

I hope I do not offend, when I was told I had dark things buried I was not amused in the slightest but I knew it was the truth. Acknowledging it, so can help release our darkest aspects and bring them to the light.  

I fear not being loved, being unlovable, I always  have, however much love is lavished on me. Why, is it because I have not been worthy of love in the past, pushed it away? I don’t know but I have to find the worthy loveable me now so I don’t repeat this again.  I’m also materialistic, I hate this aspect of me too and I know my coffin will be only big enough for me, why do I need so much shit around me. I have to start loving me more and stuff less!

Anyway upwards and onwards into the light 😉

In response to the Daily Prompt – Darkness