So sad is my state of being right now
So hard for me to see the sunshine
Pain it seams wants its name known,
Within this body so small and incomplete
Oh! how my heart cry’s its discontent
The wind blows stronger as I allow the pain to own me
Forgetting that I have a choice to think otherwise.
The vibration of sadness is felt like a knife in the heart
Wispery clouds like fingers reach out to snatch me away
And away I would go too! Just to be rid of this pain.
Oh! hear my cry of discontent, it rattles the doorways of the blind
Just to show them that ‘ALL’ is needed for the BECOMING OF ONE’.
Balance is the key, this I see so clearly
That is where I am right now!
The good the bad, the negative and positive
Acceptance of ALL that is.
knowing that ‘WHAT IS’, ‘ISN’T ALL’.
Ah! but my mind is so structured
I was taught to believe in angels with wings
But in my dreams all were connections
The wings did not exist.
Instead they shone like gold and silver
Like sapphires and rubies
To live is just a dream
Structured ways we have been taught
My physical being believes what i believe.
If I say ‘it can’t be done’, then so be it!
Self worth is needed in all experiences.
Even in pain.
Even the lack of bodily muscles
Even the loss of a limb.
If I say how do I get there
Then that is the answer
Better to know that I am already there
This ‘Poem’ is about a woman who never knew what trusting her ‘gut feelings’ actually meant.
I am so pleased to be a part of this wonderful page and the people who are in it, so much to learn here <3
A big Thank You To The Spiritual Events Directory <3 <3 <3
Forgotten Wisdom! 18th Nov 2010
Cobwebs of antiquity,
or traditions from folk-lore?
Forgotten ancient wisdom,
swept out the door.
Listen, hush, I hear a noise,
can’t you hear it too?
Sounds like footsteps on the stairs,
Please tell me it was you.
Was that a ghost I spied,
from the corner of my eye?
And why did I feel dizzy,
when that person walked by?
I was meant to travel by plane today,
to see my darling daughter.
But fear and dread crept in my thoughts,
of flying over water.
So I went to the doctor,
to see if I was sane.
And he gave me medication,
said they would tame my brain.
Now I don’t hear the footsteps,
and I am ready to fly.
And I don’t see the ghosts
from the corner of my eye.
its always good to have a laugh, so enjoy
Sounds of thunder.
Cloudy skies above my head,
Sounds of thunder filled with dread.
Frowning faces join the cue.
And stand in line to use the Loo.
Muffled sighs from the back of the line.
Putrid fumes of fermented wine.
Then in horror and to my dismay,
My stomach grumbled as clear as day.
Shuffling feet upon the floor,
Getting closer to the door.
Beads of sweat form on my brow,
As a bubble of wind threatens to disembowel.
And then what followed was to gross to explain
But all could tell that I was in pain.
And then at last my turn had come.
Only to find no Loo paper to wipe my bum.