Dream Seeker

A few comments back and forth with Richardankerswrites about forgetfulness and who we are and I was mulling over how we change and if we even know ourselves any more. Just a few thoughts.

I don’t know

What you want me

To do,

Or be.

I can only be me.

Is that no longer

Enough?

Maybe

It never was,

Never known

Until now

When expectations

Thwart desire

And desire turns

To dreaming

In life’s

Possibilities.

Who am I?

A dream seeker.

 

 

A Good Time

Now would be a good time

To embrace and hold

In tenderness,

Comfort and love.

Now would be a good time

To recognise that compassion,

Empathy

And truth will guide the way.

Now would be a good time

To speak from within,

To share yourself,

To open to the world.

Now would be a good time

To risk and dare

In the name of love and light.

In blinding truth.

Now would be a better time

Than later

Or never.

Not at all.

Now would be the perfect time

To clasp hands,

Hold tightly

And leap into light.

Now is the only time.

For Now

For now, you’ll see a glimpse of life,

A fragment, just a little slice,

Enough to tempt and titillate.

Any more you wouldn’t cope,

You’d lose all trust and sense of hope.

For now, just watch and wait.

 

For now, my plans are quite concealed,

Later they will be revealed

When time is ripe for you.

Live it now and have no fear,

My eye is watching, hand is near

For now, your life is true.

 

For now, my angels guide your way,

Protect and shelter come what may,

All this, a mystic plan.

Revel in the gifts I’ve given,

Portents of a hint of heaven,

For now, no better one.

 

For come the day all answers lie

Before your mind and inner eye

You’ll know my cause was just.

The truth you’ll see and understand,

I hold all life in loving hand

For tread this track you must.

 

For now, let doubts be cast away,

Trust my love and, in time, sway

To heaven’s blessed chorus.

No greater plan you have to seek,

It unfolds before you, each day, each week

For now, bow to all glorious.

 

For now, this gift of life I give,

Receive it well and fully live

In spirit’s guiding orbit.

Be sure of love and light eternal,

The hub, the core, I am the kernel

Forever, your soul’s conduit.

 

For a better place will still appear,

I’ll comfort you and hold you dear,

At journey portion’s end.

Alchemy, base turns pure,

Be not afraid, instead be sure

For I am your truest friend.

Our Song

It’s possibly true there are no answers, just questions that abound.

At least that’s how it seems, sometimes. I’ve questioned then I’ve found

That nothing makes a lot of sense and even when it does

Shit happens for no reason. I wonder then because,

If I can’t make the heads or tails of all that’s going on,

What chance is there I get to sing my own special song?

We all have one, I have no doubt, a song made just for one,

Born with us and grown with us; desperate to be sung.

A harmony, that only we, can hear within our soul,

Hummed in time to all we do, trying to make us whole.

Listen well. I’ll listen too and maybe we will hear

The lyrics and the melody, pitched to make us cheer

At all the ways we can express what lies way deep inside.

Then maybe, we may fine-tune life and sing our song with pride.

 

Video reading Our Song

History Rewritten

Diamond hard scoring glass,

Durable

On fragile,

Tally the marks leaving

Goals scored,

Unscored,

Nothing won,

Only grieving.

 

History written,

Read,

Unread,

Reread,

Lessons learned,

Unlearned,

To be learned.

Dead

 

On pages.

Living on

In memory,

In mind.

Newer truths,

Better ways,

Some hope

To find.

 

No answers

But questions

Why,

How?

Is it time?

Not yesterday,

Nor tomorrow

But now?

 

Ways forward,

New paths,

Roads untravelled

To seek

Guidance,

A road map,

Willingness

To speak

 

With honesty,

Integrity,

Intention

Purest.

Solutions

Always present,

Search,

Cease duress.

 

Who writes the pages?

Is it Time itself

Or we who

Do not speak

While invisible hands

Etch future,

Ignore past,

Encode only bleak?

 

New history

Unwritten,

Waiting

For ages

Past,

Present, Future,

Different story,

Fresh pages.

Only This Second

Dreams unreal tomorrow holds,

No certainties, mere speculation.

Before us now today unfolds,

A brief tomorrow, in duration.

 

Only seconds, fleeting moments,

For use within our hands

To mould and shape, sweetly foment.

This at our command.

 

A vital second of each life,

Only one at just this instant.

Wasted, filled with endless strife?

Or rich with great intent?

 

What is right or wrong we glean.

Where do we want to be?

Have we slept another’s dream,

Their life, their fantasy?

 

Sustained effort, fortitude,

Decisions made, applied,

In such as this, portentous good,

Life is sanctified.

 

No mountain climbed for flag to post

Nor golden haloed wreath,

Fulfilment in what matters most,

Holding to belief.

 

Recognising small but wise,

All seconds clearly count,

They’re striven for, this amplifies

In worth by how they mount

 

In magnitude, their worth, their glory

Those moments every day

That build, arise like Taj, each story,

Monumental in their way.

 

A palace so, not vaulted tomb,

Royal beauty to behold.

Yarn chosen, woven upon each loom,

In all seconds, our stories told.

 

The Edge Of Grace

Image

Balanced on the edge of grace,

Chasm on one side,

Cavernous and treacherous,

Deep and open wide.

 

A mountain reaches overhead,

Too sheer for easy climb,

Leaden thoughts match not physique,

Decisions at this time.

 

Ascension to the peak of one

Or bottomless yawning fall,

Neither giving much of hope

To anyone at all.

 

Teetering on narrow path,

Debris and shale all strewn,

Weaving, reeling shakily

Till answers may be known.

 

A lurching life of quantum strife,

Assess, evaluate,

Adjacent choices bound around,

One profound and one must wait.

This Or That, Says Fate

Fate rapped upon my door last night

And offered me a deal,

Choose this or that, it’s up to you.

One will hurt but you will feel.

 

The other, you will get to live

Humming a sweet tune,

But ecstasy and agony

Will bay unto the moon.’

 

He did not say which this or that

Would reveal each gift I crave.

He looked at me, I pondered,

Then answer this, I gave.

 

‘To choose to feel would be the deal

I would most desire,

To know agony and ecstasy

In a burning love of fire,

 

But serenity, all lost to me

I could not so endure.

To choose this or that for certain,

I really am not sure.’

 

I made to close the open door

When chanced my eye upon his face,

His the look of tormenting tempter

To lure me from all grace.

 

I pushed,

To slam the door to end

All conversation

With dubious friend

 

But halted as he spoke,

 

‘Your subtle meanings here and there,

Your secret, hidden glances,

Reveal to me in image clear

You would love to take such chances’.

 

I began to say he had me wrong,

When sweet agony pierced the balmy air,

A nightingale commenced his song,

Passed through my heart then rested there.

 

He knew my weakness, knew it well,

That future days would look and laugh

At all the things I never did

And wish I’d done by half.

 

I wedged my toe between wall and door

To leave it quite ajar,

Fate took one look, smiled wryly, said,

‘You’ll never go too far.

 

Too sensible for major risk,

Responsible as well’.

Smug he looked, I slammed the door,

Told him to go to hell.

 

So what if this or that appears,

Tempts and haunts in coming years?

For Fate forgot I have a voice

And this, in life, gives me some choice.

 

This or that may come my way

And offer black or white,

But life has shown that few things here

Are simply wrong or right.

 

This or that exist upon

Extending visual spectrum

Where many shades fall in between,

Consider well then choose some

 

Variety in spice of life,

Not this or that be bound by,

Muted some, while others flare,

Colours all surround me.

 

If Fate should choose to call again

Come tapping at my door,

I’ll use the peep-hole just to check

Then him, I will ignore.

 

I’ll take my chances with my life,

I’ll make choices and embrace all

With wider field of vision now,

Than before he came to call.