In – Justice

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Some of you know I like to play around with words and sounds especially on topics of the heart & soul. In light of all that is going on in various countries, especially the UK and USA, I have written this little piece:
 
In – Justice
Here, in a passionate heart,
murmurs of betrayal irk in turning,
so spitting out white coals, must be,
lest my churning guts do rage with sincere burning….
You think to know me
though in truth,
you want to own me…
I have a Voice and with it I,
therefore, responsible must be….
where injustices are vile illusions
made manifest for all with eyes to see.
Leave not your febrile thoughts
at night between the shards of light
around my door, for therein lies the root of all,
a so called, filthy war.
Debunk this fear and stand together
as keepers of the narrow Gate,
where Love does dwell
and Kindness and Compassion wait.
~ words bubble up when governments wield unjust power upon the people.
FC 22/10/2015
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The Flaming Pyre of Shame

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If all we can sound are tears,
then let us weep.
If all we can say is no,
then let us shout it out.
If all we can do is weep and shout
and then walk on the other side of the road,
let us hang our heads in shame
for we are no better than the
traffickers, thieves and jingoists.

If …this ….is …so,
then let us make an altar of bracken,
lay ourselves upon it, offer up
our lives for theirs……
a body,
…. upon a flaming pyre of shame.

I Believe……

I Believe…….

I am a big ‘Little Me’.
I inhabit a large body,
a body of size, a body housing
a big Spirit and a minimal mind.
In my head I am a dancer, a diver,
an elegant, tall, thin Sally……
and then I giggle a smidging
at the very ‘notioned’ thought……
I laugh at myself as I pirouette
around and about, in and out
of all parts of me……………
Yet then I see this ageing self
in the glass upon the wall ….
a self where the years have
garnerd lines, rolls, width and curves
and I wonder:
“do I truly believe this is really me?
Who is ‘Me’? Where does the ‘I’
in me reside?” and inwardly I
toss my aching shoulders skyward!
All I know is this: my belief doesn’t
KNOW what I know about me……
skinny, vulnerable ‘Little Me’.

Around ‘Encouragement’

The word ‘Encourage’ has always meant to me to imbue with curage/courage…. it’s apparently a word which goes back to the 15th century…. we need it today more than ever, I would say. It implies instilling life; that is precisely how I experience it. Here is a little offering:

Encouragement is Life.

Give me break when
I tell you how I am!
I don’t need your lambasting
or your controlling words……
You want me to change?
Then put away that stick
and offer the carrot to
help me see in the dark.
When you encourage me
with your laughter and bright
smile, I come alive and want to LIVE.
Encouragement IS Life…..
and surely you should know,
a plant would never grow
if the sun scowled upon it!

Reflection

Reflection
Whiteness like snow, hangs once again
opposite my small, square paned window.
Beams of light come in at a morning angle
across piano, music and wooden backed chair.
While all around, the scent of pink Jasmine
mollifies the lingering fatalistic dictum of all
that is not well in this world today…… Yet,
here am I now, gazing on sunbeams as they
dance on and off the petals of the Miribelle bush.
How blessed am I to be relatively safe, that I am
in this moment, free to look upon my environment
soaking up the generosity of our glorious, natural world.IMG_0890

Sitting With Love

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Sitting With Love

A tribute to those suffering in the floods. What we see out in the world around us is a reflection of that which is inside us. May all be healed through the love and compassion of those who have lost their homes, possessions and livelihoods.

Sitting With Love.

Sitting with Love,
as Love sits with me.
The exhaustion of the day
reflects the worn out, tired months
of a staggeringly, swiftly moving year.
The rains have drenched and
broken down the muddy banks
of my heart and I find I am flooded
with sadness ……
Yet from here,
I see the opportunity
to rebuild with purpose …
for as I sit with Love,
Love sits with me.

Compassionately Speaking

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Compassionately Speaking

Compassionately Speaking

My body wept the tears of my little life, inside.
My heart split open from wetness
of smouldering sadness
as out flew compassionate,
strong arms of an Angel
carrying wings for every single soul
who suffers in this life.
The Angel spoke wordlessly into my eyes –
“When one suffers, all suffers ~ you are not living this alone.”