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

Photo by Tushar at Pexels

 

 

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…

 

 

The Bristol Channel


Photo by Ottr Dan on Unsplash

For those of you that have been reading my most recent posts, you will be aware that I was inspired by the violent storm that blew during my trip to Falmouth in Cornwall at the end of January. Although it was clearly not the worst storm ever, it was easily the worst one I’ve ever experienced first hand. In contrast to that, I couldn’t believe how tranquil the sea was during my trip to Weston-Super-Mare in North Somerset at the end of February. Once again, I was inspired to write and I came up with two poems/short stories that I shall be sharing this week. Here’s the first one:

I hear you in the distance talking to me; your tranquility speaks volumes. Almost as soon as I sit myself down, the birds serenade me with a symphony fit for a king. The cold breeze and the warm sun hug me in unison as I gaze out across the mud flats of Sand Bay, trying to fathom what you are saying. A sudden epiphany informs me that your message is in your silence.

A silence that transcends the birdsong, the breeze and the warmth of the sun.

A silence that speaks of Love, Love in all its purity, all its glory.

Oh Bristol Channel, I hear your silence loud and clear.

We are at peace…

A Question To The God Of Religion


Hey Mister, yes, you! I’m talking to you. Answer me this? How come, “your” creation never fails to amaze us, it is constantly evolving and revealing untold wonders to us, but on the other hand, your religion continues to bask in the Dark Ages? Could the answer be twofold? Could it be that your religion is man-made and you don’t exist anyway? If that’s the case, I’m having this conversation with myself.

And another thing…

Your Lord’s prayer is grossly outdated and not in line with the current evolutionary path of the human race. Now…all is not lost, so I don’t want you to worry. I’m about to put forward an amended version, which is more in line with the times. I had a go at this some months ago, so this is an amendment to the amended version.

PS – To the real God, I wouldn’t mind your opinion on this, and if you don’t fancy communicating telepathically, I’ll accept an email.

Heavenly Friend, who resides within us

Hallowed be our name

Our kingdom come

Our will be done

In the whole of creation

Thank you for meeting all our needs, and

For showing us that we do not need to be forgiven

Please lead us into temptation

In order that we may experience all aspects of life

Don’t deliver us from evil

But show us that evil only exists because we create it

For ours is the kingdom

The power to love gloriously

For ever and ever

Our friend

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


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.

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

 

 

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

 

New Life


Love breathes in

Mother nature waits in excited anticipation

Love breathes out

Behold!

New Life

 

 

Who Came First


Said the acorn to the world, “I give to you the great oak tree.”

Said the great oak tree to the world, “I give to you the acorn.”

Mother nature spoke, “Who came first?”

“Twas the mighty oak,” said the acorn.

“Twas the acorn,” said the mighty oak

Love suddenly spoke…

“You came together, as One, out of the Timeless Wilderness,

And as One, shall you remain.