So – it’s bizarre old weather we’re having here in England and I am noticing the increase in the levels of busyness, frustration, anger, struggle, sorrow and shame everywhere I look to in the world….. there is so little Peace and Love left in the hearts of people, in a collective sense. When met individually we are willing to step up, pitch in etc…. but the struggle the planet faces now is as never before….. I include myself in all of that….so – I long for healing for me, for you and all on this earth. The time is fast approaching and we need to be ready for the slippery slide into transformation.
“Washed By The Rivers Of Experience”
These cracks run deep.
Deep like a river fashioning stone
as it finds its own story in its flowing.
The rocks will never repair as
incessant tumbling and turning
changes its face forever.
So it is in me……
Life has squeezed and pummelled my body
until I hardly see myself in it anymore.
Yet know this – like the riverbed,
my Soul is washed by the rivers of experience,
forever onward and evolving.
FC 29th July 2014
In the Moment
Overload is so easy
when we fail to stop
and listen to the wind
flowing through leaves,
bushes and reeds.
See the bird’s melismatic flight?
Perhaps she is in gossamer
drenched space where nothing
matters more than allowing the breeze
to lift her wing, freely in the moment.
FC 29th July 2014
I took my rythmical heart
to the highest point
above the sweltering town.
There, silent music played
in my delight filled eyes as
visual memory wafted
across the distant Dovey.
If I were a Red Kite
I would fly wild on the wind
instead of weeping tears
for the madness in this chaotic,
man made, collapsing world.
FC 28th July 2014
Depth of night here yet –
I am awake for many reasons.
Not all sleep safely
nor live in the heat of the sun
without having to watch their back.
Fifteen years ago I was thinking…
“things are not bad enough yet for end times.”
Now, today, I know we are in them –
whatever that means…..
Do I live in my heart with Love?
Do I live gently?
Do I let go of things not meant for me?
Striving for desires teaches us our limitations
quicker than anything else my heart knows.
Sliding back into sleep,
little things bring comfort.
He was meant to help
I was led to believe it
but he threw his hands in the air,
blusteringly, without hearing me
and said something like:
well there’s no point us going further.
His voice was raised….
I was in shock…..
I thought he was there to support
he refused to listen to my story….
I had to raise my voice too to say:
my health may not allow me to work sixteen hours…..
Your lips are moist, shiny, wild…….
cherries need picking.
Angels In This Voluptuous Hour
Space of stillness here, my friends.
Pews, bats and flowers humming
in this old, eleventh century church.
“A hundred thousand Angels” sound out
through gentle air and light as
healing comes on gossamer wings
of beings, swaying in the melting moments
of the slow and humid day.
Ours is the breadth and depth of Spirit.
We the sparkling souls upon the earth….
I have breath in this voluptuous hour
as Love just lifts the lightness
of this glorious gift .
I pootle along past glorious fields
which yesterday made my heart sing,
the flatness of the Fen.
I ask myself:
Why has it changed today?
why am I low?….
For a tiny chip of a moment I shift inside…
expansion and warmth bubble in me
like a hot spring of healing waters.
All too soon it’s gone again,
yet at least I know that somewhere inside
there is still a touch of the warming oils of experience.
And tomorrow is another day.
It might just be as I had thought….
I see the chronic pain has raged in me
so many times where hypervigilance
has been my prison officer.
I had not known nor felt the acuteness
of burning threats those years now passed.
I had not seen the agony of experience
soak into my body….. and hide.
Do you know about this too?
This dancing game? The game where
the perpetrator awaits its prey,
you move and then……..
I know it now…. my body has incubated it.
Every cell in me has an imprint of every action,
every fear and loathesome sound which
banged on my nerves so hard and
for so many jagged years.
The nerves my friend….. this is where it
rises up and says – “No more”…..
The whole system in turmoil screams
and caming down comes slowly on apace.
My wings are my wrapping for safety,
My heart is my organ to fill the echoey chambers
where compassion now grows like balm dripping
from transluscent trees……
Healing is coming.