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I see you every day
SIMPLE REALLY
by justme
I hear your noise but I just can’t see
I sense your anger, but it wont stay with me
I see your pain, it’s written on your face
It’s all in vain, but not within this quiet place.
I understand you think it’s them, not you
I sense why, to you, that feels, oh so true.
I see the baggage, you never asked, to collect
I feel your sense of hurt, and one, of no respect
I know you think, if only this, or that, or if
I have seen you stand on the edge, of a deathly cliff
I see your tears, and hear your cries for help
I know you have read, the book of life and little self
I see, your growing very tired and weary son
I seen you try to add, to cover, to have some fun
I see you everyday,
I seen you every way.
I seen you in the street.
I see you, yet we never meet.
If all you wish is just to be alive and free.
Then look up, across, in front and you will see
An amazing thing that simple but it’s true
We are all here, and there’s no difference between me or you.
∞
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Between the measures of time
You will find it between the measures of time
In the gaps of the seconds filled by the blind.
It lies in the stillness and purity of the heart
It knows not the end, it knows not the start.
This quote is taken from the poem ” Stay with me” by justme.
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As they pull my sails down
PLEASE STAY WITH ME
by justme
Please stay with me
Just a little while
The breath is fading
Closing is the night
And the skin above my eyes
Are like the sails filled with gusty might
I fight the sailors of time
As they pull my sails down
To block out the light
Stay with me.
Just a little while
Place your imagined hand in mine
That I may remember and feel once more
The bumps and dips of time
and feel your warmth
Although it was but a moment ago
Still I forget
Stay with me
just a little while
put your hand against my face
cup your hand with my shallow cheek
The perfect fit, no space
I hear no clock of time
Keep it covered
Lest the tick drives my mind
Stay with me
Just a little while
Talk with me, as
My lips grow heavy
My breath falls light
Place your head near mine
That I may feel your tears
That your breath may dance and tickle my skin
One more time.
Please, one more time.
Stay with me
Just a little while
Kiss my head that I may feel
And smell your love.
The last light has gone
Now.
I am done.
Please remember me.
The sailors are victorious.
The lids of life no more.
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I AM come
COME UNTO ME
by justme
Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden.
I will give you rest,when you are ready to start.
Take my yoke upon you and learn from me.
I am gentle. I am humble in heart.
You will find rest for your souls.
For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.
You each can keep your daily roles.
Through peace.
Not power and might.
Let it not be said you did not have the chance.
Let it not be said.
He played the flute for you,
and you did not dance.
I am calling the father the mother the child and wife
The actor the gardener, the painter and all.
The loved and unloved on the road to Saul.
I only wish you to come out of the strife.
I am come , I AM come.
That you might have life.
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Closer than breathing
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….and we attract our own and through the constant or through that which we will someday know as the ultimate illusion of time and mind, these life sources, for us, shall be forever our companions and together we shall always hold each other’s hands and be closer than breathing, nearer than hands and feet.
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I can see
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 ! ∞
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To live with Love
TO LIVE WITH LOVE
by justme
What is it to live with love?
To combine, to commit,
to converge, and to see.
To understand you can’t change that,
which is already,
so definitely free.
To know that fault lies only,
with ones little idea
called me.
To ponder for just a moment, the unknowable,
and then fully, let go.
To awake from slumber, not by words,
but by action, not show.
To approach the day with an expectant pledge.
To force that which is unmovable over the edge
with an unstoppable, undeniable force.
To realise it’s not you,
but the invisible,
God source.
To understand that to mend could only mean, something is broke
To laugh at the image and discard it
and remove
that illusory, human cloak. ∞
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I dream your fire
EYES CLOSED
by justme
Eyes closed then wider opened, I enter a higher land.
While smoothing touch of air, of wind, seduces my skin on face.
Soft and warm, fulfilling, I welcome its gentle, caring touch.
If its love I long, its smothering caress, draws me closer
and higher
and lighter
and still.
Then heavy eyelids slide up to glimpse a twinkle in the sky
As all great men have seen, so now have I.
Invisible umbilical draws it,
dares it,
closer to me.
Longing, sprited heart seeks its solace, its centre.
Oh if I could merge with thee, and touch the mind of man.
Fill this gap, this space between you and I .
I dream your fire, your peace, your power,
of solitude.
The raindrops slip
and drip
and drop, to earth
The noise they make dances within my ears as
The buzz and bizz of man made energy hums and mumbles
Dull, yet somehow clear.
I hold this scene with eyes now closed
and drift and shift, so slow.
Time stands still
and still
and stop.
My heart and mind raised, beyond all mountain top.
I soar,
I fly,
I see. ∞
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Relationship
We talk of relationship. Consider if you will that word? Consider how discussions surround and slice and manipulate and dissect and probe our sense or our opinion of what a relationship is or should be.
Yet is not an opinion of a perfect relationship similar to the concept or imagining of a perfect circle? We understand and can imagine that circle, yet we cannot express the same in the human world, no matter how disciplined the equipment or intricate the detail or precise the process, still it is flawed. Yet how is it we can even comprehend a perfect circle?
The fact we can understand and imagine an imperfect circle must be itself prove the existence somewhere of the perfect circle?
So could it also be true of relationships, we play and dissect with opinionated views collected through a thousand instances with our own concept of perfect relationship, perfectly flawed but by itself perfect proof of the perfect relationship?
Does the perfect relationship come from the unity of all things, is the struggle of humanity to find consolation within relationships a cry for the perfect, a desire for the unseen, the human scene merely an imperfect circle reflecting upon a perfect spiritual being, already connected to everyone, so connected there is no other, just one?
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