There is a beautiful, wild bird
inside my fluttering heart.
Do you hear the alchemy of her tears
becoming her courageous song?
Wild Bird
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Category Archives: Mystical
Murmurings & Mystery
If you knew me
you would brush away my weeping
with a thousand gentle touches
as weightless as a
cooling breeze,
soft as purest light,
silent as a dark
night’s moonbeam.
If you knew me,
your heart would know
that you are my healing,
you are my sacred self,
you are the Belovéd.
8th of July 2020
Written from the inspiration of the mysterious nature of life and love.
When we think, say, or write something of tenderness, who are we truly writing this for or about? Perhaps it is about ourselves? Perhaps I am the ‘Belovéd here?
🙏
apple blossoms
they come in handfuls,
haaaandfuuuulsssssssss
floating through, to ground.
pink floaters like
boaters sailing on winds….. whispering:
shhiiiiiiiiiifffffvvvvvvvvviiiiiii….
she winds her hands and arms
into snaking eights
snsnsnaking sleaking shifting
as if to drag up the wind and make it sing….
apple blossoms never find their way…..
never, ever, find their way back home………
not when the insistent breath of life
has carried them off and
folded up their wings……….
Flutters
Beneath the Silver Birch,
my excited heart flutters
like the tremulous leaves do shiver overhead…..
Surely you must know it’s all because
your crystal eyes soak me
in the Light of your Love? …..
your voice is calling…..
You came tumbling out of the sky,
a star shard, alight with sound.
You came ringing through clouds
spinning like tumbleweed
on to warm earth, sweating soil.
A mind of vastness like the universe,
catacombs of wonder
waiting to open to the world.
Shake up your soul,
sound out your longing
on the breeze ….
your voice is calling to be heard..
Bare Bones
Bare Bones
Uncluttered and free
baggage of lost years
dissolve back to our Mother Earth.
Songs of intricate stories
held in bones where the Ancestors dwell
are aching bones,
petrifying bones,
shattered bones,
bones of courage where the weave of stories untold
gather back the fragments of our cracked open lives.
Image: Bare Bones ~ Flick Cook
17th May 2016 ~ Snailwell
Flickering, Pulsating Light.
I see you….
in the mist across the field
at dew time, emerging light time….
you with the flickering sunbeam in your hands
which weaves and mends soft threadbare hearts.
I see you are connected to me
eternal, timeless, pulsating Light.
Portal to Sleep
Go quietly……
with the rhythms of time
into the mystical space
between wakefulness and sleep.
There, in another world,
suspended in the mist,
I am weightless,
a pleasing, matter-free being.
Communion with timeless space
floats the portal ever closer ….
the doorway into dreamy sleep…….
Come meet me there
for we have dancing to sing
and stories to create……
till we again segue into another earth day.
Wild
Seize the day as night comes slowly
to gather and hide the Light.
Be present in your breath for
therein lies the wisdom of your Life.
Crack wide the rigid bones of your ribs
for there, nestled within that cage,
lies the cavern of your wild and glorious Love.
~ The Voice ~
Alan Rickman 1946 – 2016
I feel as if I only had you
for a brief moment,
and now,
you
have
gone.
Somewhere out in
vast mystical wasteland,
there is vibration new ~
a chocolate velvet
clustered sound ~
floating ~
suspended ~
by
light ~
you belong to many
yet to no one at all…..
nothing could be
more right…..
Enjoy the Mystery.
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