Extra Time

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As I sit in silent contemplation

I muse…

When Old Father Time comes rolling around

Will he offer me another glass of wine?

Or, will he inform me that the vineyard is now arid,

The grapevine dried up?

 

If the second be the case

Will I kneel before him and supplicate?

Will I throw my dignity to the wolves,

And beg for the crimson nectar?

 

Or, will I surrender to my fate?

As the wave surrenders to the ocean

And is consumed in its vastness

 

The sun goes down

The moon rises

 

There comes a knock at the door

“Who is it, and what do you want?” I shout.

Came the reply…

“Tis I, Old Father Time.” (pause)

“I have a rather cheeky Shiraz…

I thought you might like to try it.”

 

The moon goes down

The sun rises

I Remain As I Am

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Some people know you as God

I know you as I Am

Your beauty cannot be explained

With words formed of logic

You “thought” me into existence

Giving me this body of atoms

You fashioned me with the expertise of a skilled artisan

 

Now, as the passage of time takes its toll

So, does this body creak

Therefore, during my remaining time

Here in this world of matter

I shall embrace the wheat and the chaff as equals

I shall drink of your nectar

I shall dance to your symphonies

And when the atoms disperse

I shall remain as The Self

Maybe

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Maybe, this is the start of something new?

But, is there really any such thing as “something new?”

Maybe, the 1,000 petaled lotus beckons?

Or maybe, I’ll just continue to seek what I already have?

My mind, like a crazed dervish, frantically darts back and forth between the dualistic and the esoteric.

Why am I disturbed by trivia?

Why do I give credence to the mundane duality?

When there is a lamp in the heart of the Divine, lighting my way home…

 

The same light informs me that my many lives are but One

Each death, merely a setting of the sun

To rise again in the land of opposites

Where, in the blink of an eye

The blaggard ego comes creeping

Like a thief in the night

To smuggle away life’s sweetness

Leaving only bitterness in its wake

 

And so, I rise again

To writhe and squirm

To bleed and heal

To be guided by the light of love

To welcome death with open arms

To bask in a Love of indescribable purity

To melt in the bosom of Divinity

 

Maybe, this is the start of something new?

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Susan

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This is a poem dedicated to my ex work colleague, Sue Simpson, who went the extra mile for those in need of care and assistance. A special person with a Christmas Day birthday…it figures…

A beacon of light

For troubled souls

Healing heart and mind

With a manner so kind

 

Selfless service

A lifetime of care

No task too much trouble

Always there

 

Supporting weary limbs

Soothing away tears

A reassuring hug

Allaying fears

 

Susan, you’ve done your bit

With a heart of gold

It’s now time to rest, and

Let your dreams unfold

When Love Speaks

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She’s nearly ready. Just going through the review process now.

Your Healing Balm

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Howling wind and lashing rain

Nature’s way of saying, “time to refrain”

From rushing around and getting stressed

Just stay at home and have a rest

Take a moment to reflect on who you are

You’re a light eternal; a shining star

A friend indeed, a toucher of hearts

This is your purpose in our universe, so vast.

Just sit in the peace

You shelter from the storm

Embrace the calm

Feel the love

Your healing balm

 

As Peace Descends

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As I lay here and gently drift away

I don’t have any more to say

I’m off to the realm of telepathy

Where everything is beautiful, and

Souls fly free

 

There are no regrets as peace descends

I face a new beginning

Not the end

Yes, there was pain

Yes, there was suffering

There was also bitter disappointment along the way

As I fought and stumbled through each day

 

But, I also loved until my heart was fit to burst

I beheld the reflection of the summer sun

Dancing across lakes and rivers

I witnessed the changing colours of the trees

As Mother Nature weaved her autumn magic

I felt the crisp cold of a winter’s morn

 

I’ve gazed into the eyes of an infant, and

Been confronted by the wisdom of the ages

I’ve been caressed by a gentle breeze as I looked out to sea

And watched in awe as the sun set on the horizon

 

Now as my sun goes down on the horizon of life

My body will decay and be consumed by Mother Earth

But my spirit will fly, and

Bask in the glory of Universal Love

Until such time as my heart once again hears the call

Then shall I return anew

 

And like the flowers of spring

 

I will bloom again

 

 

Love

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I have no needs or requirements

I exist as I am

I am neither creature

Woman nor man

 

I don’t know sickness

I don’t know pain

I’m blind to loss, and

Oblivious to gain

 

I don’t need sustenance

I’m forever full

I remain unaffected

by gravity’s pull

 

I’m always in motion, yet

at the same time still

Have you guessed who I am yet, or

Do you remain without a clue

 

I am everywhere

Even in the sound of a bell

My name is Love

I occupy every cell

 

Do not try to find me

Your search will be in vain

Just surrender

 

Just surrender

 

Let me ease your pain

Photo by Tushar at Pexels

 

 

The Fragrance Of Jasmine

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I’ve never expressed a love so pure

Pure as a mountain stream

Crystal clear and glistening in the sunlight

 

I’ve never before known such a heart

A heart that cares

That knows my reckless ways, and

Seeks to protect me from myself

 

I’ve never known anything so simple

Yet so beautiful

Like a swan gliding across a lake, or

A butterfly fluttering in the summer sun

 

My soul was truly touched

By the fragrance of Jasmine

The day I felt the love of

A beautiful sister

 

Was there ever a luckier man than I…

 

 

Birth And Death – Which Is Which?

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Image by Stefan Keller from Pixabay

So, which is which? When we are born, we are born into a very restrictive physical body and those who do not ultimately realise that they are something much greater than the body quite often live lives of “death.” In other words, they quite often live lives of pain and suffering. Paradoxically, when we go through the process of physical death, the soul experiences an incredible sense of freedom; the spirit literally flies when the body is shed.

Also, people with little or no spiritual awareness are usually very afraid to “die.” Given that death is a very important part of life, are they actually afraid to live? In contrast, people who have a certain level of spiritual awareness quite often do not fear death because they know that death is merely a process (not an end) by which we are able to transition to our next reality.

Of course, in consciousness there is neither birth nor death, only “That Which Is.”