Sunny Days

The Blue Green Brilliance
Of existence knowing
In the revealed
Is the hidden.
The connected joy
Of open heart
Hearing the ecstasy
Feeling the tickles
Smelling the nectar
of the Brilliant
Blue Green Day.

In response to Sunny Days over at One Single Impression

Quietly

Quietly the dreams
They creep up on me
Edging through the silence
And the hope
Connected by the thread
That pulls upon me
Stirring space
Within the me that's known

Calling softly
With their sweetest voices
Reassuring fears I felt before
Asking
Can I go to them completely
As they open up
The endless door.

It Reigns

Free fluidity
Through which falls
All Manna of life;
Sounds and squalls
Sharp and circling
Ferocious and wanting
Delicate handling,
Gentle smoothing,
Quiet attempting
At elusive understanding.


I got brave enough!
This is inspired by this weeks prompt Chaos over at One Single Impression

Changing Everything

I ask for everything to change

& The Everything asks of me

To change, again.

If at first you paint a blue sky

Wouldn't you then want to paint it pink?

Or mauve? or green?

Wouldn't the light and life around you

Shift and change and move as you do?

Growth evolving difference

From one state to another;

From an old perspective to the new,

Letting and allowing it as we go.

Seeing from the sky
The lights that enter
You and I
Disappearing,
Hidden in the flesh

In acts of kindness
Are released
In brighter ways
Bringing Peace
To rise again
Informing
What this means

To be
A human heart on Earth
To comprehend
Delicate worth
Of aching here
And living in this time

And so
The cycle starts again
Overwatched
By Brightening Friends
Sending lights
To live in us divine.

Divine Fire

I hear my music
Playing now
Rhythm in me
to allow
Love that calls
Fire from the sky.

Re-ignite
A hundred times
Within myself
The Love divine
Embodied
In the furnace
Of this dance.

May all illusion
Burn away
All sense of loss
Dross and decay
Leaving nothing
More than
Who we are

Old Stories

So bring me old stories
The ones that steal breath
The ones that stop heartbeats
Light fire in my chest
I hunger for hearing
The ways that a human can be;

Opened by weaknesses,
Stretched past complacencies
Into the centre of truth,
Called by deep duties,
Forged by our challenges,
Softened by others we meet.

A Cracked Pot

Finally!
The cracked pot
Sitting on the hill
Waiting for the storm
Longing to feel
The clear falling rain
Fill it with purpose:
Cradling the waters.

Not the best loved,
Not the first chosen,
Nor the most complete.

Struck by lightning
Burnt through the cracks
Blown into pieces
To never stick back
Laying as fragments
On top of the hill
Each of them smouldering
As the rain fills.



Leonard Cohen says:
'There is a crack in every thing'