Beautiful Storm – A Short Story


I recently went on a short trip to Falmouth in Cornwall; a truly beautiful part of the world. It just happened to coincide with the UK being battered by some ferocious storms. Indeed, it was the weather in Falmouth that inspired me to write this little story. As the days passed however, I learned that the rain in some areas had been so relentless, that homes and businesses had been flooded and people were in despair. There was also some loss of life due to falling trees. With all this in mind, I had second thoughts about posting this blog. However, after giving it careful consideration, I’ve decided to go ahead and post because everything has context, and I believe that the people who read my work will understand this and will also understand the context in which this post is written…so here goes…

Yesterday you were so calm and beautiful; you reflected the sun’s rays with such grace and elegance. But today you are angry, in fact, I’ve never seen you so angry. Along with your partners in crime, the wind and the rain, you have battered and lashed the coastline with such venom. What are you trying to tell us? Why do you protest?

 

The sea replied…

 

Beauty lives everywhere! The problem lies not with the elements. The problem lies with the human trait of  judging everything as being good or bad. Until humans learn to see things exactly as they are, instead of being favourable or unfavourable, your species will continue to suffer.

 

So, look again my human friend, and gaze upon the most beautiful of storms.

 

Falmouth, Cornwall 25/01/25

Falmouth, Cornwall 25/01/25

Falmouth, Cornwall 25/01/25

Falmouth, Cornwall 25/01/25

Falmouth, Cornwall 25/01/25

Falmouth, Cornwall 25/01/25

The Leaf That Fell From The Tree


Don’t weep for me

The leaf that fell from the tree

I was once looking down

But now, down I lie

I’m preparing to die

But don’t weep for me

The leaf that fell from the tree

 

I turned brown and I fell down

But I’m only in transition

I’m in my rightful position

To get a bit moshed, and

a bit squashed

Or, I may dry and crumble

If the rain clouds don’t rumble

 

I feed the earth

She gives me life anew

It’s only a matter of time

Before I again enjoy the view

Resplendent in green

Surveying the scene

 

So come, human

Admire my hue

I only experience the same process as you

We live and we die

But there’s no need to cry

We both adorn the wheel of illusion

And, our being is as One, eternal

 

Weep not, but praise Mother Nature

I’m replenished, I’m offspring

I’m “Of the Spring”

Weep not, but embrace the joy

Weep not for me

The leaf that once fell from the tree

Photo by Hiwa Ali: https://www.pexels.com/photo/brown-leaf-2364633/ 

 

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

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