Posted in Surrender

Papillon…

“You were born a child of light’s wonderful secret— you return to the beauty you have always been.”
― Aberjhani

forest butterflies

He emerged from his pupa at the end of time
when reasons don’t matter,
and words don’t rhyme…
and out of the brooding where darkness restores,
he felt resurrection deep down in his core…

the summer of love beckoned
and trees stood tall,
he soaked in the awakening
where light beings are called…

and the forests whispered while the seas roared,
he danced to tempos of one accord…

he had left the winter of his discontent,
and landed in pastures where love augments…

and from his chrysalis where dreams are made
he stepped into his beauty,
he was unafraid…

image courtesy of PixaBay

Posted in daydreaming

The Summer of love…

To Rick…

seagulls in eastbourne

The summer of love
is beckoning me
from over the seas,
winter winds are blowing,
assembling a big freeze…

I want to go to the forests
where time lords gather,
crunch over pebble beaches,
and watch seagulls scatter…

Meet me on the promenade,
so we can catch the amber light,
stay awake with me,
let’s put the world to right…

We’ll drink
a little chardonnay,
and watch the greenery grow,
eat victoria sandwich cake
and talk about van Gogh…

We could put on the bee-jees, and sing way out of tune,
hang-out over the rainbow,
and mingle with the blues…

If I was a Jonathan seagull,
I’d fly right now to you,
I’d even request a stop-over
in Timbuktu…

Posted in dance

Standing on the edge of time…

“There is a whole other world here as well, operating in higher vibration”
― Paul Selig, The Book of Truth: The Mastery Trilogy: Book II

cosmic tidesStanding on the edge
of time
with no reason
or rhyme…

just to touch
the cosmic seas,
as kindness
pours down
with ease…

to feel the thunder
of changing tides,
and grasp the
moment
when love abides…

to see
movement
in the vast expanse,
and be given to
this sacred
dance…

Posted in Magical

Tuning in…

“Abundance is not something we acquire, it is something we tune into.”
― Wayne W. Dyer

dipped my feet

Then we drove
down to the lagoon,
and I dipped my feet
in the waters,
like I was breathing in
abundance
way beyond earthen borders…

And the time lords
gathered,
as life went
gently by,
and I held onto the motion
of grace
being amplified…

Posted in prayer

58 days under house arrest…

“Your acts of kindness are iridescent wings of divine love, which linger and continue to lift up others long after your sharing.”
― Rumi

jack the dronga

Yesterday I read in the news that the richest people on the planet have become richer during this pandemic. Then I went outside and saw a man scratching in bins for something to eat.

Nothing makes sense to me, it hasn’t for a long time.
We are losing our livelihoods while some are gaining the whole world.
My mother used to say to me that “the world has gone mad” and that was a good many years ago.
She left post-war Britain to live through 2 wars in Africa.
Has anything changed since then? Are we all crashing towards something more beautiful? Are we leaving this horrible brutality that we have become accustomed to behind? I really hope so.
Are these the labor pains of the age of Aquarius, or am I just a dreamer?

As the sun quiets and even pauses for a time and the tectonic plates slowly drift, I hope that it’s the jolt the world needs to wake up and remember that the abundance belongs to us all.
Where did we come from anyway and where are we returning to?
We can’t take it with us!

I have never feared dying from a virus, until now, and I’ve had pneumonia and been hospitalized with breathing difficulties caused by asthma.

Our humanity is being threatened. My hairdresser can’t work, my friend who owns a health store can’t pay the rent, domestic workers can’t feed their families, my son who works in a restaurant is doing deliveries for a fraction of his salary, another friend who plays gigs at markets has no money and relies on the kindness of friends, and our Airbnb won’t be getting guests anytime soon.

Is this the new normal, how do we survive this thing?

A fisherman got arrested the other day for not having the correct permit, and they fined someone for not wearing a mask in public. It feels quite surreal when we think of what we have become, how we have morphed into inmates under house arrest.

Do the powers that be enjoy watching people slowly lose hope and starve?

It is gut-wrenching to see mile-long queues of people waiting all day for food parcels, while Kim Kardashian shows off a freezer full of every imaginable flavor of ice-cream and loads of sprinkles that some may never get to taste in their lifetime. It seems wicked in a world where there is plenty to go around.

Kids in our township schools do not have internet or computers so their education is on hold and they roam the streets losing hope by the day.

My musician friend said not too long ago that “he longs for the days when the world made sense and we walked tall in grace.”

I myself have only survived because I take my instructions from ducks who skim across glassy lagoons and butterflies who waft past my face.
These creatures take the weight off my shoulders, they lift me out of myself, those who have come from their own dark place.

There’s a heaviness around, as people trudge through day to day living, hoping for that happy ending that we have watched so many times in movies. I for one am counting on it.

Maybe that’s why I love super-heroes and saviors who put their own appetites aside to assist the destitute in times of need.

I’m afraid I’ve been watching too much news lately. I’m like the speculator who waited for the world to change and become kinder, like the watched kettle that never boils, and I’m growing weary.

My mood ebbs and flows like a bipolar tide allowing me to crash and rise with it.

This morning a bird came to remind me that he doesn’t reap or sow or gather into barns, yet he is still fed, while enjoying crumbs of my carrot cake.
As we rode home, I spied the lilies of the fields, dressed better than King Solomon in all his splendor and peace returned.

But I’m human and the weight of gravity pulls me down into an abyss of fear at times, it obstructs my heart rhythm and keeps me from believing in my higher self.

As I lay awake at 1am this morning, thinking out loud and praying in the dark, I hoped that the sighting of the new moon would bring a brighter new day for every earthling…

Have a Blessed Eid, those who celebrate this festival…

 

Posted in Breathing under water

The unsaid…

“The breezes at dawn have secrets to tell you
Don’t go back to sleep!”― Rumi

secrets

Some things remain unsaid
but words have resonance,
they echo in heart chambers,
they wake us before dawn
and desire articulation…

the pain needs to be exsanguinated
however deadly it may seem!

there’s a brutal truth that lies deep
in the bosom of heartache
it festers
if left
it longs to be known
to be expunged
from its self-made gallows…

and yet there’s fear
regret
shame
in this witches’ brew
this potion
this spell of deceit
that grew up in us…

How do we untangle the words and let them come forth without lacerating ourselves and others in the process?…