“As a flower springs up secretly in a garden known to no cattle,
bruised by no plough, caressed by the winds, strengthened by the sun and drawn
up by the shower”
So should a mother nurture her harvest. So does my heart open like a
flower to the magic unexplainably all around. No sooner is it open than it
closes and I am yet again in the dark. Lost. Empty Then love opens my
heart yet again and my mind flies. Free. Bright. Alive And then
dampness penetrates my spirit. My breath grows weak Then from the
depths of my darkness a speck of light. Love Today I feel like an
outspoken fishwife to my husband Today I feel like a bad mother to my
daughter I wait for the light and wait. And pray I am reborn a gentle
woman.
Scream
Feel like I could take up kickboxing Run ten hard miles Do 200 sit
ups, jump stiles Throw my arms up to the sky Dance to the life
force Exposed on a snowy hilltop I scream “Take me if you want too,
I’m strong, ill win” Silence You don’t take your chance I win. But
I know the score When my backs turned You’ll knock to bloody hard on my
door Frustration at not being in control Of mine or my loved ones
destiny Makes me scream and shout All fish wifed out I want to strum
the guitar Watch the stars Be sunshiny in a meadow Listen to my
children giggling Have peace like chamomile within Be slow and laid back
and relaxed Make sweet scented love Simplicity is the key To a life
of golden dreams To walk and write and smell And let everybody else be
something Whilst me and mine just feel so real And free and alive and
me.
Chasing Grace
To let go of the ego self A lesson for our journey My journey in
particular.
To stop looking at the finger pointing to the moon And to start looking
at the moon herself.
To experience the now And the love in the now.
To let go of concepts and ideas And to know there are no answers Or
no questions either.
To love unconditionally Regardless of who is loving back.
To all be equal and one For I am of you And you are of me.
To give myself and all that I have to offer freely And show gratitude
for everything and nothing.
To feel the world and the universe touch me To be a free bright
spirit.
I give you my secret, full, gold braided, draw stringed, jewelled
purse, To open and share my nothingness.
Magic God Moon
Magic God Moon Laws of Nature Midnight, Noon Flow and ebbing tide
subside And pause, so we can see inside. Winds whisper like a Candles
breath Sun caress my bones through flesh. Sea steep me, leave pearly
beads. Earth touch me keep me real. Spirit fill me and fulfil
me Angels make peace my iridescent mind And sweet magic You mystify
me awake and in sleep.
June 2000
Searchlight
God or conscience? Him upstairs? In the skies or behind the
eyes? His son? Lord of the dance or chance? Faith or hope? I try
so hard. It’s too vague in a daily haze To read into and between the
lines A holy smoke. It’s no joke! The quest to find a reason
beyond death. A meaning in living I have given to my children. I have
found my peace in the Mother herself And the ever encompassing arms of her
nature. I am nearly sure I shall keep on searching and find no more.
But then
I see the faith of a child unquestioning and running wild And it’s
spiritual beyond belief.
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