Monthly Archives: Feb 2017

Love and devotion

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We are love and devotion

We are spiritual motion,

We are soulful emotion

We refuse to be broken, 

By life and all it throws at us,

We are not trying to be righteous,

We are just trying to be

The best that we can be,

Just trying to live

Our lives in a semblance of peace,

While filled with love and devotion

We are spiritual motion,

We are soulful emotion

We refuse to be broken,

All we want to do

Is just fine tune,

Into the cosmic

As part of the matrix,

Of the universe

And all its mysteries,

We are just trying to be,

The best that we can be.

We are love and devotion

We are spiritual motion

We are soulful emotion

We refuse to be broken,

We are conscious light,

Sending out waves to awaken,

We are pure energy,

We are vibration,

We are frequencies  

Of creation that just wishes to shine.

We are love and devotion

We are spiritual motion,

We are soulful emotion

We refuse to be broken,

 We are only trying to be,

The best that we can be

We are love and devotion.

Wide open in each moment

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My eyes are wide open

My consciousness awakened

My heart is full of love and joy

My soul oozing compassion

My chakra’s are all heightened

And my cerebral cortex on alert

My third eye has seen wondrous things.

If we open up ourselves to all experiences and lessons out there

We could discover things we could never have believed.

This can make life so amazing but remember to question everything

And we can all become attuned to the song the universe often sings.

We know so little 

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How little we know about the past. How little we can explain or perceive about past ancient and lost civilisations. They achieved so much that we cannot adequately explain away. Evidence shows that probably many traveled and exchanged cultures, which we have never known. But as we see by the temples and pyramids of Egypt, Peru and China to name a few that connections and communications were made in ways that are still unknown.Similar hieroglyphs spread all around the globe among Aborigines and Mayans, how could they have known of similar skills of recoding historical events. We think we know so much yet we don’t even know how they built Stonehenge how they managed to lift those stones. How did Egyptians form faces of such perfection, cut into tombs such straight lines that must have been so delicate. Not by hammers no by chisels they are to acute for that, to intricately cut, nothing seems to fit. Maybe there were visitors from another time and space or this people travel from different dimensional states. Images of spacemen and seemingly God like men, Descending down from what it seems is space or heaven. We cannot even guess at what has now gone before but I think it goes well beyond our understanding once more. I think though one day we may just know like how Tibet an monks were preaching, teachings based upon quantum physics centuries before we started believing. This world in which we live right now is cloaked in mystery and shows us how nieve we are about our past history.

Controlling

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You can’t control me, for I am too remote, I keep all my options open I appear in and out of smoke, created by the myths of time, where I travel and I float, on a sublime cloud of meditative spiritual  hope. I like my freedom, love the joy of connecting with the breeze, so you may find it difficult controlling me.

Last thoughts

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And if all I have is one last breath I would say to all who hear, that this life has been a great lesson and I would like to thank you all, for participating in this life experience my friends and that I will appreciate you all right up to the end and you will live long in my memories and a tear I am sure will be shed.

Youthful yearnings

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I miss those carefree days of youth,

Playing in the park

Home before dark,

Out with my friends,

Seemed like those days would never end.

Back in the day

Golden in every way,

Sunday shone it’s rays

As we were at play,

Laying on the grass

Staring up at the sky,

Allowing all those days,

Like watching the clouds 

We simply let them roll on past,

Wondering what fun it would be, like to be older,

A little more experienced and whole lot bolder

But how times change,

I now crave my lost youth,

Those days of innocence 

Isn’t that the truth,

Coats and jumpers used for goalposts 

As we played footy on the field,

Riding bike like speedway stars

These things had such appeal.

Playing air guitars to all our favourite tunes

Being quite spontaneous

And doing things out of the blue.

Playing knock down ginger

Or maybe hide ‘n’ seek,

Getting covered in mud

And grazing our knees.

These were such fun times

They all seemed endless summer days,

This golden age I miss so much 

Especially the energy, in every kind of way

And the thought that we could be

Anything we wanted, when we was at play

No one could tell us differently,

Nothing could have got in our way,

For we would no be daunted.

We could be like the Lone Ranger, Zorro or Batman

Be a famous footballer that was one of many plans,

Those memories will always stay with me

Just like my hopes and dreams

And I will never lose hope that one day

I will amount to something,

Of some kind of notoriety 

See my name there up in lights,

Even if its just a fantasy

That has long ago, simply taken flight.

Pulse quickens

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She was an angel

a beauty to behold,

she had so much class

but also so much soul,

she was amazing

and she took my breath away,

she was the brightest light

on the darkest days,

and she filled my head with images of love,

she filled my vision with a beauty often sought.

She is wonderful to me

she makes my heart skip a beat,

and my pulse will then quicken,

as it races round my veins,

I feel the intensity then thicken

as I start to lose control

and I find that as a whole

what she does to me, is enriching,

for she fills my days with joy and light,

she is a being of pure delight

and I want her with me, day and night

because she completes my whole life,

but i cannot tie her down

for I would not want her to drown

or suffocate, she is better left free.

 

Via Daily prompt : Quicken

 

 

 

 

We can build

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We can build

we  don’t always need to demolish,

we can build

we can to try to re establish

a firm base from which we can work,

a place of care where nobody gets hurt.

We can build

if we believe this, it can be,

using love and peace

we can achieve anything,

in a world that’s growing darker

in a world that seems unsafe,

we can build a new tomorrow

if we have a little faith

and understanding,

in each other,

a little more tolerance

and a whole lot less demanding.

We can build

build up people, life and earth,

we can build

and end this dearth of hope,

that increases destruction,

that is beginning to define our world.

We can build

something wholesome and good,

that will help us shine a light

on what is wrong and right

and guide us down the right path,

into daylight out of the dark.

We can build

if we all learn to unite,

we can build

if we learn to work as one,

we can build

on a future that could be so bright,

if we try,

so lets build.

Come out and play they say

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Whispers, whispers, everywhere

Whispers floating around on air,

Multitudinous whispering voices,

Whispering so many different choices,

Some are kind, some child like,

Some malevolent, some speak in rhyme,

Some are whispers of the past,

Some are Whispers from the dark,

Some of these Whispers are divine,

Whispering in this moment in time,

Whispers, Whispers fill my ears,

Then there is a scream!

Punctuated by fear,

Whispers are increasing now in strength,

Whispers getting louder

And longer in length,

Whispers now cry and  whispers now moan,

I wish these Whispers would leave me alone

But in the background the steadying sound,

Of sanity trying to prevail so profound,

Heavenly voices just like a chorus,

Telling all to resist before us

The Whispers that try to lure us into insanity,

That leave us barely able to breathe,

Screams! Rip out now more

Time and again,

Like being in an asylum for the insane

And every moment the whispers increase,

Reverberating around my brain,

It’s not a battle, it’s a war,

Between bad and good,

Like a dark presence living in the woods,

Primordial, primeval 

Being held at bay,

By the light of love

And by the angels who play,

Above our being

Offering strength

All we need to know is when and how it will end.

Whispers, Whispers in the dark,

Some are close,

Some are far,

Whispers pleading with us to come out and play,

Don’t listen to the whispers because they’ll feast on your brain.

Chakra mantra

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Seven chakra colours uprising,

Red at the root representing grounding,

Orange is the sacral representing emotions,

Yellow is the solar plexus representing energy,

Green is the heart representing love,

Blue is the throat representing healing,

Indigo is the third eye representing intuition,

Violet is the crown representing cosmic consciousnes.

All these chakra’s flow through our bodies,

Each chakra performs a task when we connect,

Through meditation we can learn to reset

Our bodies and our minds,

To learn to work in time

And when we’re in tune with them 

Then we are blessed.