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The wind not of air

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THE WIND NOT OF AIR
by justme

‘Go away oh wind so cold, your stabbing knives
Of force are not welcome here’
‘Who could create such a vile and unwanted thing?’
Oxygen, my food, so very near.
Yet, you force my breath as I gulp for life,
‘You chase it from me and distract upon my memory, when once upon a time
This man was free’
Go away that I may think, you thumping,drunken,slapping stink.

I AM THE WIND.

Cry not oh human upon a memory, yet forget the wind
For it held you close and tucked you neath the ancient heavenly stars
It never once asked, if you have ever sinned
It’s thundering words came like showers
Shivering through the fields and rivers, trees and flowers

For I , I am the wind, I hold the memory of yesteryear
And then, and now
Feel my touch of love, feel my warmth chase away and steer
Around your fingers, i wrap and tangle and show you how
The dream of memory is always near,
And yet
I hold also the promises of tomorrow, without your fear.

For I am the wind that started there and here
Though I be turbulent, tumultuous and wild
Also can I be caressingly near
Gentle and innocent
Holding the emptiness and potentiality of any mothers child.

Close your eyes and touch my emptiness
That you may feel my fullness and allow me,
to  carry you
My source, my friend, my forever master
Let go and let me sway and swing you homeward,
Now and,
Ever faster.

And a wind not of air but of spirit passed through me
The veil it dropped the clouds they cleared
The road raised up, the forests cheered
It lifted me high so I could see.
Perfect stillness
This man is free.

∞

Credits: Poem © justme; Image © CatrinPhoto; All rights reserved

 

The pebble

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THE PEBBLE
by justme

Q: Why are we here ?
A: To bear witness to the pebble

Within the pebble is a vast universe to find.
Rivers and seas, valleys and mountains to climb.
Within the centre is you and I, so silent but real
See just a pebble and your eyes they will fail.
There is a space within this tiny hard skin.
So wide, so high, this is where your search should begin.
So be aware when your foot steps upon a thousand of these.
For a man who walks gently his soul now he frees.

∞

Credits: poem © justme; Image © CatrinPhoto; All rights reserved

I can see

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THE SEA
by justme 

I stood before the ridging waves
falling down then rising up, rolling forward effortlessly.
Feet lowered in sinking sand as tiny tickles spread my toes
Foaming white lusciousness, popped and fizzled
Tiny objects pushed forward then pulled back
Salt upon my lips left behind by a soft hidden breeze.
Always sun upon my face.

No man could plan this scene
No man could create the sand, the sparkling water,the taste of salt.
Not even one grain of sand can he create.
Yet it is everywhere.
Infinite intelligence waved the wand
From some place else it did conceive
For now, I can but look, and see myself.
Silent joy as I am part of this picture.This scene.
Where else shall I look that I might believe?
What else did I miss before me?
Through these eyes of light I now perceive
My god, my god, look my friends.
I can see !

∞

Credits: poem © justme; Images © Catrinphoto; All rights reserved

Destiny

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DESTINY
by justme

Stillness thunders a powerful prose
Eyes they shudder, stutter and close.
Eight stone of muscle, meat and bone, weighs upon the bed, all alone.
A presence proved by a slightly sunken bed.
No movement now, for she, she is dead.

Our Father in heaven, who to hell are you?
Why was it her? What did she, an innocence do?
You killed the beauty before my eyes
Now the earth has lost, yet it’s only I,
who cries.

Invisible pain clamps my gut, rips my heart, dried mouth wide shut.
I’m over there across the room, my body stands, yet I see it’s gloom.
Mind it drifts as salty tears they creep, I enter a moments, a moments dreamy sleep.

Young perfect face and bright happy eyes, smiling lips and to my surprise,
she’s tall and elegant,
yet, shes so softly shy.

She won’t  look straight, head it flops
as she walks toward me, for me,
time it stops.
Behold the beauty before my eyes, we met by fate, to fulfil our lives.
Lips meet cheek, fingers entwine, my chest it displays, this girl is mine.

Then I knew…

This human meeting of this girl and a boy, was forged in the mountains, rivers and sky.
It was determined before the birth of the sun, it was an idea before the first river had run.
It’s etched on the surface and the core of the moon, the stars spell our names
they dance to our tune.

Then I return…

Eyes they open, she’s still dead, a silent body on a silent bed.
Memories still fill this holy place, beauty still fills her sleeping face.
I feel you woman, I sense you near, no answer comes, can you hear?
A girl leaves a man, a husband a wife.
Such is the way,
such is, my life.

 

Credits: Writing: ©justme; Image@ CatrinPhoto; All rights reserved

Fly her home

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THE TEARS OF MAN
by justme

And so it is, the tears of man
Chrystal clear before time began
Touch the timeless of courser skin
Made not by her but as time begin.
Hollow eyes, magic drops, saddened he, and time it stops
Grey dried hair, the timeless still, daunted moment, only itself can fill.
Whispering air calls a breath, from babe to woman and now to death.
Stillness fills an unfulfillable time, a woman ends an endless rhyme
Silence fills an aching heart, timeless pain, nowhere to start.
Sinking bodies cry alone,
Gods angels call
Then they fly her home

∞

Credits: Writing: ©justme; Image@ CatrinPhoto; All rights reserved

The baggage carrier

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We through gathering baggage from the time we first ‘arrived’ on this plane of existence, have gathered information, have followed example and learned habit. This invariably leads to our ‘human nature’. Although we cannot always see it we have a starting point which is based on what we believe to be absolutely true. Through this belief we assume for something to be correct it has to operate in a certain manner, we egotistically believe we know how for example, an enlightened individual should behave,and cannot comprehend whenever any individual does not seem to ‘live up’ to our understanding. We convince ourselves that we have open minds, but it is us, the baggage carrier, who is the convincer, it is us who have created a false starting point.

If one truly wants to learn, then we must be of quiet mind and be willing to sit with the tax collector and protect the prostitute, with the understanding. I have come to this world and I do not know where I am. I will not accept everything that is said whether that be by a sage, a traitor or a tormentor. I will through listening, beginning with knowing nothing,watch and ‘feel’ for the voice that says ‘I and the father are one and the same’. Through this experience we can perhaps connect with the real truth,which then we will never forget. When we have something that we never forget we will never lose it, no matter how many times we return to the baggage carrier.

Credits: Writing © justme; Image: CatrinPhoto; All rights reserved;

The rock

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I am that ‘rock’ that amazing creature named, yet as a rock, I knew no name, I held no time, I held no place.
Then the creature came, it held me as in photography, it cut and claimed my boundaries, it coloured me and wrapped a chain to hold my heart, it suffocated me.
Yet this chain, it has both ends and although one end contracts upon my skin, the other, attaches to the mind and soul of that creature, it weighed heavy upon that heart, it weighs heavy upon my heart, when first they named me, when first they chained their minds.
We the things of freedom, we the indescribable, we the timeless….
It bound us then, this creatures thing…
It bound us then….

It still does

Credits: Writing: ©justme;Image:©CatrinPhoto. All rights reserved

Fight

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FIRE OF LIFE
by justme

I fight the fire of life
Misty cool welcome droplets, sooth the gaps of skin.
Yellow, crackling, whipping flames, lick the walls
Spread and spill a knifing,probing,tonguing palm
Grasping and ripping, clinging and spitting.
Anything within it’s reach.
She devours not eats.

Pressing unwelcome forcing jet, steals the space.
For now.
Steaming frontline cloud quickly abandon the scene
Persistence the key.
Fiery villain moves along to search another crevice
No hiding place has she.
She turns like a bitten beast to snap the intruder.
But cannot flee.

Slowly and not without a fighting flicking kick.
She like a shadow  crawls back down the wall
Her trailing black snailing cloak, left behind.
She subdued, fights for a hopeless victory
Not until she is truly dead can she be touched.

The fight is over..

Her warming glow now welcome as the cool night air hits and nips.
The silence of the night is all around as her spirit
in a cloud, now more white than black
Joins the watery mist
As they twist and turn and dance towards the stars
Weaving and worming through the ether
In a laughing playful way.

Fair thee well oh fiery one
Join you tomorrow with the blazing sun
I fought you as my destroying foe
I killed you yes, but now I know.
You are but my sister dear
You and I will be forever and an eternity near
You and I will live always,
And forever,
right here.

She never did surrender, nor will I .

Fire

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FIRE
by justme

Have you fire my friend?
Do the lashing flames tear the flesh of obstinate men?
Do the curves and flicks, lick the calming lips of,
blessed men?
Does the fire of true memory, companion with light,
to chase darkness away?
Or do you subtly, slowly, seductively
convince it of its nothingness?

Do you envelope the frosting, shaking child, with glowing warmness
that protrudes and devours that  icy, lifeless cold
To replace it with chocolate tinker belles
Releasing lavender droplets
and sunset rolls.
Accepting nothing less
But a glowing fest
Of love.

Do you roar from the heavens?
“I am that which is brave, I drag my fear, kicking and screaming until it relents,
For I am the master of fear and fear shall never be my master”

Do you whisper to the wind?
“I am love and though love leaves me I shall always await it’s return
for love and I long for each other, we are as rain and the river”
Do you stand above the mountain top and spreading your arms wide shout
“I am as the sun, I emit my everything to you my flesh and blood,
I throw my coloured cloak of kindness to you, that you may suffocate with warmth of my hallowed heart”
If you can do this,
my child,
You have fire!

∞

Credits: poem © justme; Image: © CatrinPhoto; All rights reserved

 

Summer

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SUMMER

Misty white flotilla floats the sky
Throbbing sun make dandelions heads lilt, while  their seeds await a gusty cry
Or a passing child, in whose blowing wish,
both futures lie.
Startled starlings sweep and rush and prance
with blackened silhouetted bodies, they dive and kick their dance.

Sweeping, glaring, transcendence hums,
From nowhere.
From somewhere.
Resistance soon,
succumbs.
Skinny slowing streams, remain from once upon a flood
Sucked and bled and drank and fed
The earths body
it too, needs it’s own life blood.
While shiny slimy beady eye frogs, make footprints
in the drying skinning mud.

Frozen,
Quiet,
Blended
Stone still hares, still can’t hide their musty mess
From a daylight reluctant, fox’s, stuck up nose, which points progress.
Golden nectar drips the glut of hungry bees
from pink and purple thistles with thorny hairy knees
which holds no barrier, or lock against the floating tender touch
of magnificent skippers and swallowtails as they probe and lick and suck.

A picture painting never will complete.
From soaring eagle to dormouse tiny feet.
No mans invention or false progress will ever create or see.
The glorious summer day available
For us and them,
to you,
from justme.

∞

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