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About Author Richard F Holmes

I was born in London in 1955 and have lived a very topsy turvey life. I left school at 15 with no qualifications, and had I not left voluntarily, I would have been asked to leave. I always felt that I didn't fit in anywhere, and as a result, by the time I reached the age of 17 I'd had 24 jobs. I joined the army in 1976 hoping that it would give me a purpose in life but instead I became even more disillusioned and turned to alcohol. I hated the army because I found it to be such a hypocritical organisation and as soon as I was eligible to do so, I bought myself out. Whilst in the military however, I did enjoy my experiences in Germany and in 1980 went back there to work, staying for six years. My heavy drinking continued during my time in Germany and by the time I returned to the UK in 1986 I was heading down into a deep depression. I managed to haul myself out of it in the mid-to-late 1990's but my life hit an all time low in 2000. In early 2001 I found my spiritual pathway and started to turn my life around. I now live in Gloucestershire in the UK and I'm a successful medium and healer. I'm also the author of ten spiritual publications and have produced five meditation and three chanting CDs. I'm a workshop facilitator in various spiritual topics and I also give profound interpretations of dreams. There are plans in 2014 for another book, provisionally entitled "An Idiots Guide To Spiritual Law" and a series of audio books in CD form. Connect with me on facebook https://www.facebook.com/authorrichardfholmes

My Name Is Grief


I’ve tinkered with the text for this latest post. It seems a bit small
but there doesn’t appear to be a way to increase the size so this will
probably be a one-off.

My name is grief
I am much maligned
I am misunderstood
Perceived as a bringer
of pain and suffering
I constantly knock on your door
But you won't let me in
You won't listen to my message
I want to bring you joy
But you turn me away
I want to show you my true nature
But you resist...
Just relax
Take my hand
Follow me
Let me take you on a journey
To the depths of your soul
There you will find the seat of love
Where hearts meet
There you will blend as one
With those your soul weeps and yearns for
I am your friend
Trust me
My name is grief

What Would I Do Without You?


What would I do without you?

If you were not my everything, and I yours

Where would I seek solace?

Who would lick my wounds?

Would it be better I seek to grasp the air

than seek happiness?

Would I be destined to wander the barren wilderness

that knows not Love?

 

What would I do without you?

Oh pervader of all

Our Oneness is such

That I never have to ponder such questions

For with the same inevitability

That rain, falling from the heavens

must surely kiss the earth

So must I, one day

Return to the chamber of your loving heart

And there, rest my weary soul in the silence

Photo by Carolina Basi, Pexels

 

 

Death – Part Two


Death

You wonderful giver of life

Source of abundance

I ponder…

 

Will it be worth the wait to know your secrets?

“Yes, Yes, Yes”

You cry, in unbridled ecstasy

 

“Come, let me embrace you”

“Take you into my loving care”

 

A door opens

The sun rises

A flower blooms

Death


I don’t travel alone

The angels accompany me

Through the tunnel we fly

 

“It’s time,” the beautiful souls had said

“We have come for you”

“New adventures await”

 

We travel the tunnel

at breakneck speed

Warmth and anticipation swell my heart

 

The end of the tunnel looms

Larger and larger

The light beckons

Until…

 

I’m through the veil

The Spirit greets me

I’m home

Photo by Anthony DeRosa: https://www.pexels.com

Lovers’ Moon


Lovers’ Moon

You watch over us while we sleep

You bathe our dreams in the softness of your light

You bring healing to the landscape

 

Lovers’ Moon

Caress my heart with your warm embrace

Dissolve away my sorrow, and

Remind me once again of who I am

 

Lovers’ Moon

The mighty waterfall glistens in your presence

The creatures of the night adorn you with salutations, and

As if in gleeful gratitude

You caparison the sky with sparkling jewels

Until…

 

Lovers’ Moon

The daylight comes, and calls you home

Photo by Mo Eid: https://www.pexels.com

Change


When change comes calling

It extends the hand of friendship

Like The Prince of Opportunity

Bearing gifts of untold possibilities

 

Change is inevitable

One of the few constants in the universe

It is like a majestic eruption

Inviting you to pastures new

 

But remember…

Resistance to change can be painful

So, welcome her with open arms

And bask in her loving embrace

Oh Majestic Sun


Oh Majestic Sun

I feel your power surge,

through the veins of this mortal body

As you graciously gift me another day

 

But is this another day?

Or, the same day experienced differently

In the one, single, eternal moment of Now?

 

As I step out into the world

Coaxed by the melodic symphony

Of Mother Nature and her orchestra

As I inhale the perfume of your love

 

The answer to that question

Pales into insignificant hypothesis

 

 

Dearest Storm


Dearest storm

From the comfort of my room

I hear you raging

I hear you howling like a lover scorned

 

Such is the beauty of this great paradox

We call life, that

Your anger brings me the most wonderful peace

Your protestations sooth me and heal me

 

And I,

Just a single droplet in the ocean of creation

Am completely helpless

In relieving your pain

 

I cannot heal you, as you heal me

I can but feel eternal gratitude

For your love

Unconditional

 

Happiness


The quest for happiness is fruitless                                                                                    For it is not a task to be performed                                                                                      The average mind believes that happiness can be found in “things”                                But, the thirst of such a mind is never quenched

Such a mind chooses the arduous slog of the eternal treadmill;                                        the destination of suffering

Stop!

Take a moment

Listen to the silence

It whispers the language of love

Enter into Zen                                                                                                                    And the realisation that you, yourself, are happiness embodied

You may now break out into timeless laughter

 

Surrender


In the twilight of the morning, I hear you softly calling                                                        Stirring me into a new day                                                                                                  I venture forth, once more into the chaos

My light shines before me                                                                                                    Dispelling the darkness as it does so                                                                                  What new adventures await?

“Come, take my hand,” I hear you softly whisper                                                                And like a child,                                                                                                                  safe in the arms of a father who loves him dearly

I surrender to your presence