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? …..
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Tag Archives: Light
Coming in & going out.
Coming in
we gasp our first.
Going out
we release our last
and in between,
we live our lives
round, robust
Impassioned –
and there,
guided by a
single, inner light,
we do our soulful,
sweetest best.
In respect of Jo Cox,
Labour MP shot and killed
In her constituency Wednesday 16th June 2016
💗
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.
National Poetry Day: Autumn Haiku
Autumn’s dried up day.
Visual noise titration stops.
Sleep – Life’s fermata.
Fen Light
Fen Light
Heated day spread like butter
across an oozing, evening sky.
So I lifted my eyes to see your
golden coppers lavishly sharing
sweetness throughout the Fen…
What a segue into nightlight…..
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.
The Setting of the Light
It was very bright before dusk tonight.
Driving home I saw street signs turn bronze.
In my rear view mirror, an abundant orb of
rusty, honeyed, flamboyantly rich glow oozed,
like an ice cream bomb, deeply into the earth.
Icey hot, I broke the holding of my breath
and I sighed the sound of person releasing
all the troubles of their human life.
Then I could still go breathing into yet another
deliciously experienced dappled day.
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