no blossoms, no leaves
and yet with your autumn colours
dullness you banish
Driven by endless love,
ever precious guarded love,
my deep burning love,
with love now speaks!
“O ever precious love,
love that gives meaning –
love of my life,
for your love, even
gifted other’s love, I
would their love dismiss.”
If we allowed ourselves to listen,
we would hear, a truth so profound
that our rigid sense of self would melt
like butter in the sun.
There is much that we claim to be,
but who we are, the transformation
and journey we take in search of substance,
can confound even reason.
The only truism that is buried in certainty,
is that who we are can never be static.
Every bit of us is compelled to vibrate, with uncertainty,
until fixed to the rhythm of existence, by perception.
Thus, life and death is but an instance, not the whole.
What flows onto the shore of perception
is both revealing and mired in the deception
that we like to refer to as time.
A time, that is quick to greet us without feelings.
A time whose only real purpose is to
frame our presence in what
we all know to be empty.
Surrounded by emptiness, no wonder we feel
the urge to leave monuments to our passing.
No wonder we need love to inspire our moments.
We search for substance not in vain, but out of hope.
For what is the value of a journey if not filled with hope,
or a transformation that cannot share experience with love.
Even if we are truly only ethereal moments in the cosmic wind,
to play my part – ” I am,” is all I feel the need to know.
Blowing outside my window is a world that lacks conviction. One moment offering clarity to shed my mind of bluster only to moments later mire me in the darkest of moods. The rain itself did not bother me, what aroused my ire was the sneaky way it swallowed my day.
that in time
just like the wind
time removes evidence of
my earthly passage
whilst the glowing sun is quick
to banish my shadow
With victory run its course, elation exhausted, and only the mundane left to catch his attention, silence suddenly took hold of him in a most uncompromising of ways to summon each conscious thought to wonder what awaited such as he- a spirit forged out of war now irreconcilable with peace.
In the punishing storm that had claimed so many lives, death had come searching for him only to be brushed aside by his unrelenting determination to set eyes on another day.
With the boat intact and dawn moments away, relieved, joyful tears now gathered to cleanse his spirit of shadows.
The only things truly ours
in this life are our emotions!
Everything else is passed
from one generation to the other
as learnt facts, that even now, we
struggle to remember and understand.
That may explain why throughout
history, humanity has obsessively
clung to love and hate
and why we are always quick
to abandon all the valuable lessons
learnt of their folly.