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
Author Archives: Author Richard F Holmes
Love
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
The Fragrance Of Jasmine
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…

Photo by SK Strannik : https://www.pexels.com/photo/close-up-of-white-jasmine-flower-blooms-33328643/
Birth And Death – Which Is Which?

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.”
Dearest Sister
Your home is in my heart
Dearest sister, I feel your pain
Share your tears with me
We shall cry them together
Let my heart envelope you
Let my Love dissolve away your troubles
Step inside
Your home is in my heart
An Unlikely Friend
Hi, I’m Death
I’m in the position to help you transition
To ease your mind, and
Show you a reality of a different kind
You’ve all been sold a pup
The religionists are wrong
I’m not at all bad
More like a sweet song
There is no demon to judge you
No hell to burn you
Only loved ones to greet you, and
Lead you to a new life of wonder
I’m death
I’ve come to soothe you
To cradle you in my arms
Just let go
Just let go
Just let go…

Image by Stefan Keller from Pixabay
I’m An Atom
I’ve been a blade of grass
I’ve been an atomic blast
I’ve been the hand stroking a loved one’s hair
I’ve been a fibre on your favourite chair
I’m an atom and I’ve been everywhere
I’ve been the mountain up on high
I’ve been the star shooting across the sky
I’ve been the sole beneath your boot
I’ve been the gold in a robber’s loot
I’m an atom and I’ve been everywhere
We are both the same, me and you
So, don’t let religion tell you what to do
They threaten you with the man in the sky
Who will send you to hell when you die
But, we are atoms you and I
For timeless eternity we will fly
We are atoms and will never die

Image by Станислав Кондрашов from Pixabay
The Diamond
Your soul is like the diamond, which started its journey as carbon, deep within the earth’s mantle, 100 or more miles below the surface. Through billions of years of natural processes, that piece of carbon made its way up through the layers and emerged onto the earth, finding its way into the hands of a skilled artisan. It was then fashioned into the beautiful jewel that it is today.
Your soul, too, emerged out of the wilderness and through many, many lifetimes was fashioned by the artisan of life, the Divine sculptor. Each tap of the hammer and chisel representing a trial or tribulation on the march to Buddhahood.
The only difference being that when you reach, you realise that you were already a shining diamond…but what an adventure it was!
Two Flames
Consciousness had an idea…and…
Emerging from the timeless and eternal wilderness, two flames ventured forth into time and space. Two souls seeking wonder and amazement. In physicality they separated, and immersed in dualism, trod the arduous path of life. Through eons, they would periodically meet in conscious awareness, dissolving the barriers of space and time, sharing both pleasure and pain, the bitter and the sweet.
“I’m here for you.” They call out in unison across the ether, each aware of the other’s needs.
And on they go, pausing only from time to time, to rest a while in the heart of Divinity.

Photo by Andre Moura: https://www.pexels.com/photo/two-lit-candles-2563040/
The Homecoming – A (Very) Short Story
“How is he doing?”
“His breathing has become very shallow but he seems comfortable, oh wait… I think he’s gone.”
“I don’t know what’s happening to me. I thought I could hear distant voices, then the light; so bright yet so comforting… and the tunnel. But I feel so peaceful.”
“I don’t know what’s happened to my bed, it just seems to have disappeared, and I don’t recognise any of these characters, they just seem to be going about their work quietly and efficiently.”
“Welcome home friend, we’ve been expecting you!”



