Tag: spirituality
The Way I See it
The way I see it
My reality is fine
And the way you see it
That business ain’t mine.
All In Your Head
Which Way?
I asked the sun so kindly
“What door shall I take?
Should I go left or right
This decision I can’t make!”
She smiled very sweetly
“You know what I’m to say
There really is no change
To what I said the other day!”
“So how about the left?” I said
“It may give me what I want
It’ll big up my ideas
In gold, italic font
Or maybe right is best
A way I’d never planned
Leaving the big city
Calling home sea and sand
Or… one day I’m in one
And another day, the other
One day I could have money
And the other day, a lover
Or right arm in the left door
And left goes in the right
Each hand fondling something
Keeping something outta sight
Another option is
I just stay where I am
So what do ya say, stay put?”
The sun replied “yes ma’am”
She Told Me So
“I’ll tell of this love that I know”
She said to me one day
“So please, if your will should allow
Listen and hear what I have to say”
She spoke of the soil cushioning her
The grass tickling her ears
The sunflower towering above her
Yellow soothing and easing her fears
She told me of seeds and their spurt
How spirit moves heavens on earth
And the force that grounds deep roots
Is the same as us knowing our worth
“Don’t forget you are no different”
Her whispers I still hear
“What makes the sunset so beautiful
Is you seeking you, my dear”
And with all this love that I know
From the listened word, not spoken
I conclude that I was, all along
Whole, not once ever broken.
A Herb A Day
A herb a day
Keeps the doctor away
And calls in the witches
The white and the green
The rosemary sprig
The kiwi, the fig
All help keep me glowing
Through times hitting hard
The end of the tunnel
The light in my funnel
Isn’t further than reach
As we’re told it can be
And this delight I feel
I didn’t earn it nor steal
It’s a thought that I had
And decided to keep
When my health starts to tip
Herbal tea I do sip
And imagine my body
To be sparkly and well
That Vase
There’s a voice I heard once
When I put my ear to that vase
A scream I thought at first
Then a whimper
A song that trailed into a prayer
Or the other way around
A voice I’d not heard before
Until now, remembering that vase
I hear the tides
The mermaids
The witches finger that tickled my earlobe
As they did that day
And I’m not sure if life was ever the same after that
Or if life stayed the same but my eyes viewed differently
Or maybe I just listened more
Because the more I listen
The deeper I see
And in those depths
The volume of silence gets really deafening
And as I loosen my grip on noise
The unknown unravels
And maybe that vase
Was the beginning of my unravelling
Or maybe
I just heard myself more vividly within starry stained glass walls
It’s all a little strange, isn’t it
No matter what I write
Is nonsensical to someone
So the upside down
Of the mermaids tail
And the witches breath
And the starry glass
Are all mine
Until I listen to a bigger vase.
Sister, I See You
Sister, I see you
I have done all along
I’ve stood under the stars you dream
Your woes are in my song.
I see the woman you’ve become
Perfection, that’s you now
No questions need to haunt your heart
Of when or where or how.
For all of that, the heavy doubt
The worries you hold true
Shall flow behind courageous blood
The sacred light in you.
For sister, you have hidden deep
A wisdom like no other
As from you born, not just a child
But warrior and mother.
Remembering
That’s all.
Seen
I hope not to be seen
By the knower that’s been
Nor the giver, the taker
The holy thou maker
Don’t ram with I think
When my life’s at the brink
‘It sure worked for them’
This rumouring stem
I hope not to be questioned
No shoulds ever mentioned
No rites to my ‘wrongs’
Fine tuning my songs
Don’t raid me with yours
Those outpouring doors
Fast halting the ripple
Black taping the nipple
Not my world, that’s you
Those rules you hold true
Keep them close, if you may
Your minute, your day
Not mine.