We Are One

Taste sweet unity,

Inhale essence of

Understanding.

We are one.

Pain and love felt,

Synchronicity,

Simplicity.

We are one.

Truths whispered,

Known

And heard.

We are one.

Best and worst,

Inherent

In all.

We are one.

Beauty surveyed

In shared eyes,

Seeing all.

We are one.

Loneliness

Departed,

Hands joined.

We are one.

Carved,

Moulded,

Created from one.

We are one.

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More Than Mere Words

Are you ok?

Are you well?

I need to know these things.

When I care, I care.

I can’t make that go away.

Are you thriving?

Are you happy?

Do you need someone?

Is life blessing your days?

Is there a way I can help?

Just say.

Love is what it is.

And spreads.

Be well.

Be blessed by love.

Don’t be afraid.

Or alone.

How are you?

More than mere words.

Sad Tears. Happy Tears.

I’ve cried a few times over this holiday period. Yes, Hogmanay, I find a very melancholic night. I hate it actually. I don’t want to view it as the end of a year and reflect on another year of life passing. I want to see it as one more day in the unfolding days of life. But, for some reason, every year, I find myself weeping. I’m fine the following day, as if it never happened. It’s not alcohol induced. It’s just a sad sort of melancholy I cannot avoid in the hours leading up to the bells. And I know I was not alone in feeling this way. I have read a number of posts from others who felt exactly the same.

I want to share with you though another evening of tears. Happy tears.

Christmas Eve. My 20 year old daughter came home to spend Christmas and gave me my Christmas present on Christmas Eve.

It’s a beautiful leather bound journal with carvings and leather bindings. It’s gorgeous.

But she inscribed it to me. And here is what she wrote. I cried. And I hugged her for her love and understanding.

To Mum,

I got you this journal to say that not everything you write has to be read by the world and not everything that is read by the world is actually how you feel.

When you feel angry or frustrated or sad or lonely, I want you to write in this and be reminded of how proud I am of you. How proud that you’re my mother. I want you to write in this and remember that I love you very much, that we all do and that will never change. I want you to write in this especially when you feel that no one is listening or that something is just too difficult to say and know that I will always be here to support you. I want you to write in this, mum, even if it is just one word and I promise you that everything will be okay.

And then one day, if you allow me, I’ll read it. I’ll read it and be reminded that it’s okay to have flaws and faults because the strongest person in my life also did. I’ll read it and remember how brave you are and how your courage helps me through my darkest days. I’ll read it and know it all already because nothing you could say or do could ever disappoint or surprise me. I’ll read it mum and be in absolute awe at your talent. You’re amazing – never forget that.

Merry Christmas.

MK xxx

I’m crying again as I type this up. It is the most beautiful gift I have ever been given. The journal is lovely. The words take my breath away.

I am sure we all have people in our lives who feel this way about us. I happen to have a daughter who, like myself, loves to articulate what she feels. I am honoured she feels this way.

We all have those who love us unconditionally, I hope. And maybe we should try to say what we feel to let others know our love too. This has set me up for the rest of my life let alone the new year.

By And By

I dreamt of you last night and again this morning

In slumber’s sleep and early waking hours,

I lay with you in darkness through till dawning

And pondered love as deeply held as ours.

 

My dreams are full of wonder at all loving

How gifted we may be when it enfolds.

I treasure them, eyes closed, then on opening

And expose heart to all my love beholds.

 

There’s magic in my dreams of love unfolding

And passion in my soul for who you are.

I whisper into ether, song rejoicing

You lead me, fill me, guide me, northern star.

 

Should dreams enhance all hours alert and watching,

Perfecting every moment to arouse

Splendour in the passion we are holding,

Eyes open always, never more to drowse.

 

Should life supplant all hopes of dreamers’ weaving

And build a barrier to all our plans,

I’ll close my eyes forever, hold fast to my perceiving

Of who we are in dreams, simply woman and one man.

 

In life we walk a path so often treading,

In dreams’ inertia fantasies unfold,

Collide in dreams, inhibitions shedding.

Come my love, in dreams, let’s both be bold.

 

Meet me in my dreams till eternity is ending,

In heavens purest realm I’ll find you, by and by,

I’ll know your spirit’s call so sweetly yearning

For miracles of love within mind’s eye.

Long Live Caesar! Not!

All hail the fellow most fortunate!

May he lord over us with a smile,

Counting his millions and patting our heads,

Eyes glinting with greed all the while

 

We man the machines and fire the furnaces

Keeping the cogs oiled and turning.

He plots and connives with those of his ilk,

Such avarice sets my soul churning,

 

Sick to the stomach and bled from the heart,

Observing the world as it passes

Into confusion and just revolution

Freedom from all of these asses

 

Who think with their pockets, count up the dockets,

Tally the amount they are due

While ordinary folk are broke and feel choked

Doing all they can do.

 

Working for life we endeavour and strive

Doing our best to go on.

Corporate greed, mismanaged politics

Whistle a more carefree song

 

Where notes that are played are all out of tune,

Discordant and the world knows.

Observe the illusion, no more confusion,

Sing change, no more hail, overthrow.

 

They’ll tax you to hell and then back again

But not for the good of the masses.

They operate on a different plain.

Don’t tell me there’re no more classes.

 

New royalty sits on the throne of theft,

Theft from the world’s rich resources,

Benefits some while others are struggling

For life and one meal from all courses.

 

Indictment is due, long overdue

Who kills spirit’s desire?

Who robs from the poor and lines their own mattress?

Who dares this? This gun’s for hire.

 

No bullets here. No violence as such,

Although I might like the chance

To kick all their arses right into touch.

God, I’d do it and dance!

 

To force them to see that others, that’s we,

Who live in this world and belong,

Care for each other, all our world’s brothers.

Why can’t they sing a new song?

 

Where health and well-being and happiness child

Fear not each new day dawning

And wonder at how they might go on

As each night rolls on into morning.

 

Anonymous voices the whole world over

Are rising to make themselves heard.

There are those who must listen, carefully now,

Listen and heed the word.

 

All religious systems I know of

Speak and preach about love,

Love for all men, so show it.

We all have to answer above.

 

If not to your god, your creator

Then to karma or maybe a banker.

Get accounts ready to justify self.

Don’t be caught as a wanker

 

Pleasuring self, ecstatic illusion

But selfish through to the core.

Give love to others, release their orgasm,

I’ve always found that was more

 

Fulfilling for all. Such divine death,

To know that life has begun

In unity, fruition, climactic contrition,

That’s the song I want to hear sung.

Ease The Pain

Will my loving ease your pain? Do you need?

Does what I say make a difference? Will it feed?

Can anything matter if you ache?

I weep at hurts. For you I’ll take

The pain. Believing that it helps for you to know

That someone, I, care and want to show

Compassion and a willing open heart.

If it helps, pour it out, then restart

To find a better place, a loving state to be.

I’ll hold you in my arms and set you free.

I only promise love. That’s all I have.

More than I need, so let me give.

If anything is troubling, share it out,

Spread it wide and rest your mind from doubt.

There’s a world of love awaiting if you seek.

Don’t be afraid, alone. Trust and speak.

Only Today

For Kerry. It’s always worth it.

 

Shared understanding,

Only today, your

Liquefied reflections poured forth.

 

Meanderings. musings,

Only today, may

Prove just some of your worth.

 

One single spark,

Only today, ignites and

Kindles a flame,

 

Darkest of night,

only today, may be enlightened

By words you proclaim

 

Blessed perceptions,

Only today, bearing

Your flint and your steel,

 

May fire one heart,

Only today, for

Someone who knows you are real.

 

 Tomorrow will dawn,

Today will go on

And writing will still play its part.

 

Posting and working,

Reflecting , supporting,

Loving with all of your heart.

 

Nothing surreal,

In words that may heal,

Fellowship known from afar.

 

You may never know it,

Today may not show it

But follow your bright shining star. 

 

 

 

 

Make Haste

Suckers for love, all,

We give and receive.

Without it, mere nothing,

What would we believe?

A future unchallenged,

Unfounded, gone missing.

Love is a pleasure.

But then, so is kissing!

 

Sensory pleasures,

Love offers as such,

Enabling devotion,

Without it so much

Passion for loving

Would surely fall flat,

All work and endurance,

Nought wrong with that

 

Except that the adage says,

All work and no play

Makes Jack way too dull.

Well, Jill feels that way.

Uphill the struggle

Without all the hugs,

The kisses, caresses,

Our heartstrings, they tug.

 

No chapters or verses

In love’s fairy story,

Songs sung and melodies

Depict all the glory.

Sensations in mind

Surface to skin,

Heart coincides,

Wonder begins.

 

Eyes spark a light,

Words speak the truth,

Kissing, soft touching

Remind aged and youth

That senses unveiled,

Stroked in and without,

Love is the answer,

Of this have no doubt.

 

Uncovered in body,

More clearly in mind,

Thoughts seek their equal,

More surely to find

The one, with eyes closed

In darkness distinguish,

Light pursues light

Acknowledge, relinquish

 

Desire in all functions,

Bodies so mated,

Encapsulate all in

Manner created.

Wholesome, familiar

Comprehended, well known

Sought blindly, conceded

Accredited, full shown.

 

No pleasure in living

If love is not borne

All joy and happiness,

All zest, have been shorn.

Seek with eyes open,

Be ready to give

And receive, that’s important,

Make haste to live.

Your Strength

Your strength

Astounds.

Reading

Your words,

Your pain.

You go on.

You focus.

And go on.

Not lost

Completely.

Absorbing

Hurt,

Channelling,

Reinventing

Self.

Words

Unspoken

Reveal

As much.

Your

Ability

To be.

Just be.

So much

Strength

Revealed.

So much

Hurt

Concealed.

Impart

In solitude you will find me,

In mind my truth is known,

In words received and given,

All my love is shown.

 

In treasured tokens offered,

Life cycles here displayed,

In facts of life, harsh and real,

Where sometimes we’re dismayed.

 

In all communications,

Candour finds its greatest ease,

In words shared and felt by all,

Enlighten, if you please.

 

On paths of pain we follow,

Some know the deepest gorge,

In sharing, lend support to all,

Comprehension try to forge.

 

Should truth explore, may we ignore

All answers sought from heaven?

Or end dark night in promise bright,

Give hope where all was riven?

 

Futility escapes from life, expends its worthless self,

Espies trust, decries its cause

Lost to faith, negating  purpose,

Cannot work on pause.

 

Perusals here, reveal to me

Sincerity upon your pages,

In courage spoken, nations all,

Sexes, creeds, all ages.

 

A worthy sort of sentiment

When thoughts are freely poured,

Understanding others helps, in verity,

Reality, words are not ignored.

 

Rather yet they’re so imbibed,

Reflected on and treasured,

Partaken in communion,

Believed, they help me measure

 

All that happens on our journey,

The many paths we take,

Some have travelled, some may yet,

We impart, do not forsake.