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Wednesday, 3 May 2017
Flow
Set free the worry and regret
Cast it aside
In eddies and currents
Of the cleansing waters of tears
Restore your equilibrium
Watch trouble disspate
Ebbing to another shore
Far from your own
Relax
Hope
Breathe
Beset before
It was stormy in my soul
Dark
Windswept
Clouds amassing on every thought
Deluges of fears
And tears
The cold ocean of depression
Surrounded yet alone
Misunderstood
Seeing nothing
Beyond the mundane
Banality
Reality
A shadow of twisted emotion
Self deluded
Evasive and confounded
Buckled beyond recognition
Convinced
No new horizon beckoned
Until
That certain glimmer
The lifeline
You
Friday, 14 October 2016
CLOUDS
The beauty of clouds lies in their individuality. They evolve around small particles and achieve complete beauty. Their shapes are ever changing. Like many I have lain on my back gazing up at clouds galloping across the sky and imagined all sorts of adventures. Monsters, castles in the air, mythical beasts and the ordinary given a magical twist. They are the purveyors of precious rainfall and the driving force in the climate, but above all they are stunningly beautiful. The huge thunderheads may deluge us and envelop us in fantastic thunderstorms, whilst low clouds cocoon us is mist and drizzle. I for one never tire of watching them evolve, become sunkissed by dawns and dusks and finally disperse in a persistent shower. They give my imagination a daily workout. They make this planet of ours unique in its own ever changing moods.... So to clouds I say thank you.
Friday, 29 May 2015
Whimsy and cloudbanks
This world has many faults, but it retains tremendous beauty. It's also the only one we have. No matter who we are, what we do or where we live, we breathe the same air and coexist under the same sun. It's a world full of bitterness, recrimination, crime and corruption on the face of it. For many the struggle is appalling. I always try not to belittle, criticise or judge others harshly. I am not walking in their shoes. I do not know what they are dealing with, if I did I assume I would think very differently. We are all worthy and have something to offer. Many belittle their achievements and ponder their mortality saying 'what have I done?'. I venture to say the miracle of life is incredible. We all have a talent for something. We all want different things, but that doesn't make any one of us of lesser value than our fellows. Many of us live hard lives filled with drudgery and so many more struggle to cope with pain, disease and illness - physical and mental. Not all of us will get the care we need or deserve.
The world is far from fair. There is no true justice either. A thorny issue however you look at it. In fact, the whole of life is quite beset with struggles and mishaps. Some being more profound than others. Yet, when I stand quietly in contemplation and watch the clouds forming and the sun bursting through I am filled with awe. Around me everywhere is beauty. From the plants and flowers to the sheen of colour on a bird's feather. Nature's engineering is fantastic to contemplate. I cannot help but be moved by glittering skies on a dark night. I am amazed by the spectacle of a sunset. These things are free. They happen all around me everyday yet I take them for granted and I should not.
Stop to use your senses. Rediscover the simple pleasures they can give you and let your weary heart be gladdened by the beauty which you too often take for granted. Children see the world with wonder because it is all new. We become tired and lose the wonder. Go and find it again. It is a world worth rediscovering.
Friday, 8 May 2015
Unstoppable force
In it comes relentless
Without remorse
No brakes
No contemplation
Just forever in motion
All before it swept away
A power unique
Giving life
Bringing destruction
From gentle wave
Caressing fingers
To destructive tsunami
Salt
Clear
Invigorating
Refreshing
Quenching
But never taking heed
Pushing through
A force to be reckoned with
A cleanser of souls
Thursday, 7 May 2015
Serenity
When I'm beset by worries
Or stress weighs down on me
There's one thing to relieve it
A stroll down by the sea...
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