Passing Clouds – A Thought

Posted on January 20, 2025 by Author Richard F Holmes

We are all but passing clouds on the airways of life. Like the clouds, we dissipate and reform, we shed tears; and we also collide. Sometimes the collisions are stunningly magnificent, we merge with another in love and produce a result that is enchantingly beautiful. Other times the collisions are like those of storm clouds, angry, dark and repellent.

This could be thought of as a nonsensical comparison, considering that clouds are not sentient beings and humans are. But, I believe that we have a lot to learn from nature and I also believe that we may have a lot more in common with her than we may think; we are, after all, made of the same stuff, and that stuff is in constant motion. If you consider that all objects, all phenomena; including our species, on this dreamland stage are conceived of consciousness, by consciousness and within consciousness, then the idea is not so fanciful.

Photo by Pixabay: https://www.pexels.com/photo/brown-field-and-blue-sky-46160/

Would The Earth Say No To A Raindrop – A Short Story

Posted on January 16, 2025 by Author Richard F Holmes

There is no demon to judge you when the time comes to surrender your body. The only judgement you will ever encounter is the judgement that emits from the human ego; oozing like puss from a sore.

The source welcomes all home with open arms. Whether beggar, king or thief there is no difference when the soul is laid bare.

Have you ever known the sea to refuse a river? Does a tree check your status before offering shelter and fruit? Would the earth say “No” to a raindrop that fell from the sky?

So, polish your metaphorical shoes, don your metaphorical suit and tie, and when the time comes…

Smile, and dive into the arms of love.

Photo by Thiago Silva: https://www.pexels.com/photo/woman-standing-in-the-rain-11022421/

The River – A Short Story

Posted on January 15, 2025 by Author Richard F Holmes

I am a river, winding my way to the sea…

Though obstacles arise to hinder me, nothing stops the motion; the perpetual motion, and with a certain inevitability, I reach my destination. Destination? What is REALLY meant by “destination?”

Like me, you, the observer, will roll on the through the illusion of the space/time continuum, and when you reach your destination, you will find that there is no such thing. There are only stops along the way; the way of timelessness. So, the only true destination is where you are now. This being the case, you are forever at your destination, therefore you are never lost.

I am a river, winding my way to the sea

Photo by Marek Piwnicki: https://www.pexels.com/photo/a-green-trees-near-the-mountain-under-the-blue-sky-and-white-clouds-12638472/

The Leaf That Fell From The Tree

Posted on January 13, 2025 by Author Richard F Holmes

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/ 

Dancing Fool – A Short Story

Posted on January 11, 2025 by Author Richard F Holmes

“Would you care to dance,” said the tempest to the leaves; and dance they did, for they had no choice.

“Such grace and elegance in your movement,” sneered the tempest smugly, for his ego was strutting like a train-rattling peacock. “Of course,” he continued, “you do realise, don’t you, that you only move because of my power and might? Without me you would just rot on the ground; your dancing shoes would be redundant.” The leaves laughed mockingly at their tormentor.

“What’s so funny?” Demanded the tempest, feeling decidedly awkward and with his strutting reduced to no more than a distant memory. “Your foolishness is what’s so funny,” replied the leaves, trying and failing to suppress a snigger. Now the tempest was really rattled, “explain yourselves,” he demanded.

“Oh mighty windbag, foolish dancer, it is neither you nor us that moves. The only mover is consciousness and we are all but dancers in the mind of the observer.

Photo by Osman Arabacı: https://www.pexels.com/photo/autumn-leaves-falling-on-the-cobblestone-road-in-the-forest-19640865/

Death Addressed The Masses – A Short Story

Posted on January 3, 2025 by Author Richard F Holmes

“I am Death, the Great Awakening.” “Awakening to what?” screamed the deluded from the rooftops. “To what is already there,” Death replied. “Why do you fear me? I am the lifter of the veil, the bridge to your next adventure, I am the light leading you out of the darkness, not into it.”

The deluded screamed again, “No, you bring only fear, pain and suffering, why should we listen to you?” Death replied once more, “My friends, it is not I inflicting your fear, pain and suffering on you; I bring only light. You have lost sight of your true nature, and as a result, you have succumbed to cause and effect.”

“I exist to relieve you of such inflictions, not to bring more.”

But the deluded would not listen, they chose fear instead, and thus, continued on the wheel.

Photo by Kobe -: https://www.pexels.com/photo/person-raising-hands-near-sea-at-sunset-1392084/

My Name Is Grief

Posted on January 1, 2025 by Author Richard F Holmes

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

Photo by MART PRODUCTION: https://www.pexels.com/photo/person-sitting-on-floor-with-arms-around-knees-7277897/

What Would I Do Without You?

Posted on December 25, 2024 by Author Richard F Holmes

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

Posted on December 16, 2024 by Author Richard F Holmes

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