Halloween

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HALLOWEEN
by justme

Haunted houses and party pranks
Ghouls and ghosts among the ranks
Startled spirits and kids unknown
Bang the door and then they run.

Tiny people made to scare
Knock the door then stand and stare
‘trick or treat’ please if you will
Excited eyes await their thrill

Bursting rockets light up the sky
Flashing colour way up high
Cats stay low, dogs go hide
Eerie echoes were witches ride.

Autumns here and so to this night
Blood and fangs, fear and fright.
Pumpkins, potions, graveyard owls
Wizards, spiders as darkness prowls

After the black and the smudged blood red
The witches and warlocks, all go to bed
Hats, lanterns, sticks in a heap
Soon the goblins eyes close
As they fall fast asleep.

Another halloween over and a memory to keep!

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

Some day I shall rise

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Tonight a single star forces its way through the cloud, its enchanting dance , invigorates, as it light serenades the sky, all just to be seen. Its song is my song, its fight is my fight.
You who would be mighty, you who would be great, you be my masters because I am on my knees.
The great only appear great while I am on my knees.
Some day I shall rise. ∞

 

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Opposites must end

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…and yet there is a moment, recalled at least once, by all, yet neglected within its time. A once upon a time moment, it’s fairy tale embedded drip, molten and attached anonymously upon our minds, stealthily impressed, secretly within our hearts.
The perfect moment when the guard was dropped, the care transcended, the need to explain left at doorway of opposites and in this moment, this beautiful perfect moment, we are reborn and will forever live again.

It is then having experienced our perfect moment, we understand the inexorable opposites are that whose existence must come to end.

Amen.  ∞

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Who am I ?

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I WALK ALONE
by justme

I walk alone
A slow enduring walk
I lift my head to look around
Food for life I need
Slowly, delicately, no talk.

Hide me, don’t notice me
I shake my head
Is this my life?
No one to help
Who am I ?

I want to break free
I want to be me
Let me be alive
Please, no more I strive

Is this who I am?
Oh life what are you ?
Who am I ?
What do I belong too?

Then with glimpse I see
Old falls away
What is this fantastic dress?
Not mine, not yours
Who am I ?
Coloured beauty ecstasy
Who is this?
Or why ?

I know not why
But with everything I spread wide
To seek the source
Now a butterfly I

∞

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Art

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“Art is art, everything else is everything else”

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For you go before me…

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We can never go to paradise willingly. Grace chooses us and despite us, not because of us, we like the prodigal son will reluctantly return to paradise. We will return when we have the humility and understanding and knowledge to say “Father, Mother God, creator of everything, without whom nothing could exist, I am your child who lost my way, they say.
Life, source, master of the universe, God of man and child and beast, I rest my head upon your lap, for the journey is hard and the hill ahead is steep”.

I father, put my trust in you, for you go before me to make the crooked places straight, yet I did not know.

Such is life, such is my way.

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Full of overflowing love…

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BEAUTY OR LOVE

by justme

Who can ever express beauty or love?
Has any man the ability to withhold?
Oh, to see this simple thing

And to understand it’s not we who sing
Ride the train of life my love
End the tapestry of  pain and strife you wove

You are but the beholder not the giver of such
Only God and the invisible can give so much.
Understand no ability have you to withhold

Rain it falls on the young and old.
In the deepest depths of who you are
Gold and frankincense build a tailored tower
How or when or what you think you give
The giver is and only the giver gives

Now is full of overflowing love
Of bursting hearts and flirting doves
While time is still and love complete.

I sit in silence at the masters feet.

And you do well to watch your thought
May God just give, for you my friend, cannot. ∞

A video version of the poem “Beauty or Love” can be found here
A meditation on the quote ” A simple thing” can be found here

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Abundance

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Enjoy Michaela’s meditation…

A walk through the hills and vineyards of Vienna. They inspired Beethoven’s music who lived and composed close by.

A rose from your garden

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Enjoy Catrin’s Meditation…

Come sing with me

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COME SING WITH ME
by justme

Come sing with me, oh choir of man for knaves and kings and precious things
You have not known or understand. Come dance with me, oh child of God
For her and he and all things free, while you still move above the sod

Come lie with me, oh queen of life, for want and will and endless still
That knows not of the human strife, come pray with me, oh spirit child
For tower and tree and bird and bee, that knows there is no wild

Come sleep with me, oh prince of peace, for dark to day and to find a way
That knows all tongue will rest and cease,
Come home with me,
O blessed might
For touch and time, and your life sublime,
that knows you are my loving light

Your now with me, oh spirit man, destiny unfold the master plan
You arrived back home from where you came.
Despite you playing, the human game.

Rest now, all is well….. ∞

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