“We all shine on…like the moon and the stars and the sun…we all shine on…come on and on and on…” ― john Lennon
The moon awoke me in delicate light, from restless dreams and watchful night.
her generous presence lit up my room, unbalanced shadows were exhumed.
Darkness had recruited me to stay awake, to gather me into tones opaque!
Then her luminescence brushed across my bed, throwing light on what is unsaid, reminding me that hers is merely reflected light, that unveils her glory and embodies the night…
In the gloaming of euphoric sights, the ocean coaxed us this holy night, and stars appeared to join the chorus, a celebration of light implored us, to be the best that we could be, not shadowed by mediocrity, and as we gazed into the mirage of time we felt a shifting paradigm..
Songs of love were all we knew, in the ambience of balmy views…
I asked my God why he sent me here, what he sent me here to do? his voice came back as a whisper as gentle as morning dew…
he spoke of love’s expression, at the heart of my desires, a warm and fuzzy feeling a kindling a fire…
he urged me not to grow weary of doing good, the reward may not be seen or even understood…
“the road is paved with obstacles, paths overgrown, stand your ground dear one, for you are not alone…
find the inner voice that resides in silence, listen with integrity to faith, hope and guidance… there is much more to this world than is seen with human eyes, allow this knowing to gradually materialize…
I installed in you a guidance system, powered by love, measure things weigh your thoughts, but always be desirous of a heart tempered with mercy in a frequency of light, treat each human with dignity, no matter their plight…
judgment can ruin the friendship of other beliefs, so listen between the lines as your togetherness speaks…
I have given you a survival kit on this journey of life, baptize yourself in nature, she will assuage your inmost strife…
Your prayers and supplications are caught on the breeze, absorbed by the elements they flow through me with ease. I’ve sheltered you with blue skies, surrounded you in forests, appointed you a guardian to fulfill a sacred promise…
a courageous heart is possible, sometimes birthed in pain, please tell other mortals that they too are ordained… to be ambassadors of love, made in an image divine, a wondrous celebration a glorious design…
Allow words to fall tenderly on every living thing, teach them the dance, and remind them how to sing….
Let your breath be of kindness, unity and peace, as you blossom with forgiveness your joy will be increased.
It’s really about love, that is all you have to do, with graceful intention love will see you through”…
“Being human, we struggle constantly to stay with the miracle of what is and not to fall constantly into the black hole of what is not.”― Mark Nepo, The Book of Awakening
If prayers were just breathing out fragments of hope, I would send them on the winds over treacherous slopes…
I’d blow them over mountains, over valleys and plains, I’d whisper in the silence and free you from pain…
Just incline your ear to the core of your being, listen to your heartbeat to the thoughts you believe…
in the still hours of love, with the resonance of grace, I will call out your name, as your bravely exhale, and shout out your sorrow in connections of light, surround you with angels who honor your plight…
my tears softly listen to the meaning of your sighs, to the density of heartbreak where deep pain resides, as they fall softly and lovingly onto healing grounds, let me show you the realm where joy still abounds…
I can’t uncry the sadness nor unbreak your heart, for we live in the current that sets us apart…
There’s a story behind the story, a memo unheard, a brave recollection, a song without words… There’s a mood that keeps changing when the lights are still on, a company of strangers in this invisible throng.. There’s a time for silence when words aren’t enough, a graceful departure, a time to give up… In the stillness of evening when the crowds are all gone, there’s the fragrant reminder of an eloquent dawn….
“What is created in love is an eternal frequency, and the gift of love to another stays with them long after the encounter has gone.” ― Paul Selig, I Am the Word: a channeled text.
Against a delicate backdrop, the ocean roared, drowning out all thought, on expansive shores…
and the Time Lords anointed me in salty spray, washing of the stain of my decay…
And I became the liquid of softening mists, once more in accord with all that exists….
“When desolation surrounded you, blessed be those who looked for you and found you, their kind hands urgent to open a blue window in the gray wall formed around you.” ― John O’Donohue, To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings
she came to the end of herself the very, very end, where words failed her and she unknowingly fell, into a deep hollowness, a colorless place an emptiness of being she could not escape… and she wallowed in the greyness of melancholy wear, overwhelmed by disharmony everywhere. She had allowed the chaos to discolor her life, dulled into believing only with her eyes…
now color is returning and presence is found, she’s kneeling again, on imperishable grounds…
“It is better for the heart to break, than not to break.” ― Mary Oliver
I buried a scream once, behind my brave face, but there is always a reckoning, a sliding out of unbearable pain, like a dark thing that ambushes me when I least expect it.
It comes quickly with full force and drenches me to the bone in sadness, the ache is like a thunder-clap to my chest, my throat becomes clogged and choked in despair. This monster entangles me in self-pity, it is a living thing, it worms its way into my flesh, crawling over my skin, burning me alive, tormenting me. For a time I am lost to its will. I sink into the graphic rawness of grief, no longer able to float above the heartbreak. I’m weighed down, leaden and gloomy.
A force greater than me allows this hurt to burst its banks, enabling my broken-heart to be exsanguinated…
I’m learning that it’s best to let it run its course, until I am rescued again by butterflies…
In June of this year, my Dad aka Douglas-Henry would have been 100 years old. He was born after the Spanish flue in a place called Mvuma in Zimbabwe. I don’t think he would have taken kindly to the present lockdowns or booze ban (yes they have banned alcohol for the third time). He did however make his own mulberry wine and beer, which was quite lethal if I remember correctly, it could knock your socks off.
He was a futurist and predicted the landing on the moon when he was a child. People laughed at him and said it was impossible. He rode to school on a donkey and when he got there it was time to go home. He made his own radio and grew up to be an electrical engineer. He taught me the inner workings of washing machines and he could fix any electrical crisis in two ticks. He was still climbing electricity pylons at 70 and had a portfolio of all the electrical installations and substations he had been involved in through the years. He loved technology and was always keen to learn new things, however, he couldn’t boil an egg or make a cup of tea.
He was a member of a club in every city and he frequently played at the 19th hole. In his 20s he drove from Bulawayo to Nairobi in a Morris minor where he met my English Mother..
I don’t really miss him because I have dreams about him riding a skateboard with my son, Stevie. He is in a much better place and he gets to hang out with some really cool post-material people.
He was a crazy brilliant dude who didn’t have much emotional intelligence, but hey, he lived in an era when you didn’t talk about your feelings. I think I got my love for science fiction from him and a taste for the exotic.
He used to say to me “your best isn’t good enough and sorry is too late”, which I think is absolute BS! He expected far too much of me, which didn’t bode well for me or him because I’m a rebel at heart. He liked me quite a lot though, and on good days I would call him “Daddykins”. I think I taught him more than he taught me in the end, the loving part didn’t always come easy to him. Believe it, your kids are your greatest teachers, I know mine are!
However, unknowingly he did teach me to be curious, to think for myself and question everything, even him!!
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