I find my place of spiritual peace
Again, just when I feel I never will.
There is a sense of freedom and release.
I can’t know all the answers, but am still
In touch with The Divine, and that is real.
We’re all connected. Life is precious, and
Life doesn’t end with death. Sometimes we feel
A presence, and we come to understand
That nobody who’s ever been has gone.
The spirits of those who we’ve loved remain.
They will protect us – help us to go on.
There is almost a beauty in the pain.
Although sometimes I find it hard to trust,
Truth’s constant. Feel the patterns in the rust.
Summers consist of
and emerald afternoons.
The trees filter the sunlight -
so often saving me from
those headaches, which might have
mutated, evolved into migraines.
By autumn, the leaves have changed colour:
a poet's palette of
gold, and red.
In winter, the trees are slender,
with a stark, grey-brown beauty:
yet able to endure
the harsh frosts of the season.
And, throughout the seasons,
a concrete universe -
so they mark out their potential
victims, with orange spots.
The letters to local residents are headed:
Yet, trees can bleed.
Scenes of carnage seal the deal.
They win; we lose.
So much wildlife, instantly evicted.
Fluorescent yellow workmen circle tree stumps,
inspecting their day's work -
before going for "a pint",
and home for tea.
Spring is cancelled.
Of the ocean,
Whose graceful motion
Entrances and enchants -
Your collective "Spirit"
With my own,
In sacred waters.
Prayer perfumes the air.
Late into the night,
we are raising the rhythms
We are weaving our intricate tapestry
of light -
around in our brains,
and visions transcending
the "truths" that we once
thought we knew.
A Certain Stillness
At the very centre of our silence,
I listen to the orchestra of angels,
and a certain stillness seems to
enter, deep inside of me.
Pale moonlight illuminates emotions, so intense:
a silver shimmer
in a velvet sky of indigo;
devotion cushioned with
a child’s simple sense of love and humility;
vast oceans of meaning,
held securely, here and now –
within my grasp.
Spirit of the Unicorn
The spirit of the unicorn
is rising in my mind.
My guiding light, in celestial white:
equine angels, offering comfort and insight.
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There is always pain, but there is always hope.
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