And suddenly I shot,
this ball of white light energy,
from a disintegrating, Big Bang world…….
In shock and panic I sped around
the black light Universe,
now illuminated by a burning planet
darting, Casperesque, looking for settling.
The shock has lodged in my exhausted body,
yet there is hope….. perhaps the Impact is
opening wide the doors to freedom, of another sort.
Let it be so…..
Crawling with Lambs
When I was a child, crawling was easy
in and out of the long wheat grasses,
hiding from mother till the tension passes –
with a Jumping Jack as up I’d pop
with grinning face and dishevelled mop.
Yet now it’s the turn of the young white lambs
in the farmer’s field where wheat’s still stands
and little white ears on a bobbing white ball
sticking up high where the skyline falls
on the wheat so green on the hillside trail
with never a sound from the farmers pail.
I bet if he knew these furry white blobs
were flattening his wheat he’d be up on his feet
and off to this hill with his Border called Bess
who’d navigate fun with lambs on the run……
Then perhaps when he left, I’d go down on my knees
and do my bit in the green wheaty leaves
and I’d hide away till time for tea…..
and feel I’d claimed back, a lost part of me.
Undulating vocal folds from flowing air
dancing out into a needy, broken world, sounding.
The reeds by the river sway with the winds of the world, singing.
The world is full of sounds breathed from the breath of Life,
and of Death…… We are fashioned of Vibration and Bodacious Song.
Spring the Sweetest Spring
When I drive home
my heart smiles….
My sweet neighbour Penny
planted Daffodils in grass, so tired from
Summer’s heated rays, just outside my door,
in Autumn’s cooing days.
Now their radiant energy fields,
reflect the face of a yellow sun
every day, for just a little while.
Spring the sweetest Spring is unravelling
her splendiferous songs and scents,
as Nature awakens in its own ressurection.
What a marvellous way to show
how all of life, after declining and ‘dying’,
comes again in this cycle of Life Force….
to Live & Love again….
Yes, I smile softly, for we never really die, at all.