“When nothing was needed and fulfillment was not known”
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This heart is not so lost
I AM THAT BIRD
by justme
“I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself “.
~ D.H. Lawrence
I am that bird that sat upon that tree
Looking all about of me.
I am that bird that stilled and died
And it’s true no tears, this bird has cried
Yet I this bird, still chose the tree
Though I will die, it still comforts me
This heart therefore is not so lost
It’s true I’ll die, but I still avoid the frost.
Even though we believe in truth
And accept we perhaps, have no proof
Except what agrees within our hearts
Still we are human, playing the human parts.
Like this bird someday we all will die
We can question and ask the reason why
There is nothing wrong for us to find our tree
To ask their protection and help to be.
When we shelter upon that place
And God looks gently upon our face
When we look at deaths own door
And human fight can fight, no more.
Lay your head upon your tree
Whisper softly, easy and gently
‘I am a bird that sits upon a tree
I love that you are here with me ‘.
The world of trees with a universal song
Will sing to the universe to which you belong
‘ This is our sister the world let roam,
treat her well, love her, then take her home ‘.
∞
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These simple moments
WHEN YOU AND I ARE ONE
by justme
Once upon a deeper night in the land of hushabye
An angel met an angel and together they did cry.
They cried upon a perfect moment, but never would it come
They cried upon a stopping silence, that ne’re again would run
For moments come and moments go, that you and I, know true
Moments kept and moments lost, no moment, can we renew
For such things are written in our hearts, and shaped in tempered gold
They rise within an instant, they are held within our soul.
They travel with us from birth to death, their path it is not loud.
They never speak, they never shout, they ignore the maddened crowd
They held their time in camps of death at Chelmno and Sobibor
At the place called Thermopylae, they held a reeling roar.
At the feet of Ghandi they did fall, and Madiba held their hand.
Connolly stretchered to their song, Annie Moore, to a new land.
They echo at the French Bastille and when Lincoln honoured Ross
They were seated neath the Bohdi tree and upon a Roman cross.
They are that which we could miss so quick, they happen oh so fast
They never seem so important, we know they’ll never last.
Yet it is these moments, these simple moments, which are separate from mans time.
No fingers touch, no space can catch, this moment, called sublime.
They live the lakes,
They grow the fields,
They hold the moon, the stars, the sun.
They are the perfect moments, when you and I are one.∞
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The dancer’s dance
A dance qualified by fools, confirmed by scientific, intelligent creatures, by the majority sometimes, or by ‘common sense’. Common of the blinded, babbling, groping creature. Acclaimed by all except the silent fool, whose mantra holds only the words ‘ I know nothing,’ they dance with each other.
Yet they dance, the dancers dance.
Dance you on sweet children, distinguished dancers of a thickened heavy earth.
Dance you on, though you die upon the morow, your dying from the day that held your birth.
Bounce upon the strings that pull you here and too and sometimes slip you fro.
For the dance you dance, it is not yours, despite the pomp and charade of you who thinks they know.
The movement is not true, without the strings you cannot do, and so the illusion it simply grows and grows and grows.
With love from a dancer ∞
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You are our breath
It is within the moments of dread, of fear, when everything is too much, when nothing is enough, when everything is wrong because of you, or so it seems. It is in such moments, you cannot see the stars, the sun is hidden and the sounds of silence are no more.
It is in such moments that life shouts out to you, ” my child, you are an instructor of the universe, you are that which makes the rivers roll and the grasses bow, you are our breath, you give us life”
For the stars they are always there, the sun it never leaves, it is you who is the silence, yet even the silence to know itself must check upon the noise, the greater noise, that silence must be understood, that the moon must have its turn, that the stars too must sleep.
Hold your moment and court it well, for as a moment come, so shall it pass and the view upon the alter shall differ upon the lifting of the fog.
Such is your life and so shall be mine.
Amen.
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Coming home
..and I shall say upon the stranger, take off your coat, for you have arrived now to that so longed after place, the place impregnated within your heart. Take off your coat and lay it gently beside that warming, ember fire.Then sit, rest a while, for your journey has been long and longer still, your feet have held your hearts true intent, yet at times you dragged an Island upon your back, only to find a mountain. Silent now, rest for now, my good and perfect guest. Rest a while, lay your head upon my shoulder, remember them, the special ones, think of them, the now silent ones. Rest now, it is not just you, for the sun grows weary too, the moon falls dark and quieter still, the stars fight no more. Lay your head upon my shoulder, let your face be warmed by the glow of the throbbing, searing coals, for I am here, I am, is here and I shall rock you carefully, gently, silently asleep.
Oh troubled one, lay your troubles to the door, cry silently, but..perfectly, perfectly…. shhh
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I, that quiet thing
The reason why your awakening seems curious is because you are dreaming.
……….and within your dream, I am there.. that silent thing, that thing just out of reach. That which you have not named, for you cannot dwell long enough to consider I, that quiet thing, that silent thing, that thing just beyond your touch, yet not your feel, for you feel me so, that silent thought, that knowing thing, that quiet, always thing.
Dream on oh innocent, for I share your other dream, your silent, quiet, always dream, always dream, always a quiet, silent, always dream….and some day I promise you, you shall, dream no more………shhh…
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Within the centre of time
TIME STAND STILL
by justme
Spin my friend the wheel of time.
Spin it fast and free and true.
Lay you not upon its rim, lest time drags you through,
The rip and free of wheel, of life, of sickening nausea
Rest you instead within the centre of time.
Be you the one who looks upon, rather than the one who spins, and throws and dies.
No mans time is the same; therefore time is but a relativity -of me, of you.
Let no man steal my time. Let not your time run free.
I rest upon the centre and look upon time as a passing friend
For me time can stand still, and still and stop.
For in the centre, the earth did draw to close, the stars and sun hold not dead,
Yet still, the flowers sway not with vigour, but lean and lift like dancing ballerina upon a pedestal
Of life, of love, for you and me.
The rivers too hold agape and wait with beckoned breath, to catch a raindrop then another
Just to make a pond.
The birds they fan their feathered wings like taunting matadors,
they dare the bull of wind to lift them high,
It steps, not drives.
The clouds within the sky hold their form as if for a million years.
As the rain it drops as in single tailored tears.
Come with me and sit upon this crucible of light
Look with me and hold each other for a thousand lives
Rest now my queen and king of life, close thy eyes.
For here is the place for you to enter
to find the way
Take not a lifetime, just close thine eyes
Today.
∞
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From a soul that must
OUR FATHER
by justme
Our father where are you? Who are you ? Who am I?
I have spat words and words, added opinion until I cry.
I have pursued things and people, selfish, imaginary wealth.
I have believed I was the orchestrator,
the giver and taker of health.
I have ignored the call and fall from birth to tomb
Whoever, whatever you are?
I fall silent.
I have ran out of room!
Floating ember fairy lights pin up the sky
While, shooting falling teardrops, break up and cry
to spread across a black hallowed darkness of empty space
And flash a vast peaceful picture,through almighty grace.
Tiny human, looks on, as a slight, delicate, speck of dust
yet releases a powerful silent whisper, from a soul that must,
Find it’s place within this vastness of all things unknown,
Just a human and this thing called universe, innocently, quietly, all alone.
She falls silent
and gently, beautifully, she slips home.
∞
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The greatest treasure
Seek not the farther good, seek not that which seems beyond the pale, but rather look for your joy within your brothers heart, for it is in the heart of your neighbour lies the greatest treasure. It is in the laughter of your chat and the babble of your children, in the rush of the morning and at the busy breakfast table you shall find your joy
and he continued:
many have sought in the clouds or sought peace in another, but few have entered the silent place, few have understood they cannot see because the universe has chose it so, let you not be like them, let you when you hear the words – this is wrong, this is right, let you know that every right and every wrong is but only wrong or right for you.
When confusion lifts her bedraggled head let your heart and mind and soul cry out, I dont know! Then the universe shall lift you and holding you close and gently stroking your head it shall rock you to sleep, and you will wish to know no more.
∞
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