Old and Decrepid

I am old and decrepid.

I’ve been shoved around all my life

made to fetch and carry by everyone else

heavy loads made me strain and grind where I shouldn’t

I’m past all that now.

I’m just left sitting here

in the garden

whiling away the hours…just sitting.

I am no longer of any use.

For I am broken and old

Left too long with no attention given to me.

  
 

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You and I

Happy is the moment when we sit together,

With two forms, two faces, yet one soul,

You and I

The flowers will bloom forever,

The birds will sing their eternal song,

The moment we enter the garden,

You and I

The stars of heaven will come to watch us

And we will show them the light of the full moon

You and I

No more thoughts of “you” and “I “,

Just the bliss of union-

Joyous, alive, free of care,

You and I

All the bright-winged birds of heaven 

Will swoop down to drink our sweet water-

The tears of our laughter,

You and I

What a miracle of fate, us sitting here.

Even at the opposite ends of the earth

We would still be together,

You and I.

We have one form in this world,

Another in the next,

To us belongs an eternal heaven,

The endless delight of 

You and I

……… Rumi

Pondering

Here I sit by a pond. Pondering. Aware…

What would it be like to be a frog.

Here I sit by a pond, a frog. I am still, aware of my surroundings…. I remain still, aware. A fly passes by, turns and returns. My tongue stretches out and catches it. Swallow. I sit still…aware. A shadow covers over. Splash, dive.

Here  I sit at the bottom of a pond…still…aware

I move to the edge and up under some plants. I poke my head up through the surface and breath…aware. 

I see a human. I remain still …aware. 

Here I sit by a pond…pondering… aware . Am I a human? I ponder therefore I am. 

 

The Fools Prayer

  

Oh my God,

I’m a silly sod,

All full of cheer,

But drowned in fear,

Of those out there,

All properly square,

Who look at me,

And all they see,

A man of insanity,

That’s my humanity.

Oh help me please

And put me at ease,

To play my part,

While set apart,

To use my humour,

While sharing rumour,

Of things unheard….

Your holy word.



Till the moon comes again.

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Time it is, the tide to turn.

Pull of the moon, pull of the moon.

Gently stirring and drawing to itself.

The sea swelling and lifting,

Swelling and lifting.

Raising up and letting go,

Raising up and letting go.

Waves rolling in to kiss the beach.

Rolling  kissing, rolling kissing.

Driving up and dragging back,

Driving up and dragging back.

Sorting, sifting, pushing up,

Sorting, sifting, pushing up.

Leaving high and dry,

Assorted scraps of dross,

Glistening like morning dew.

Dragging back the shingle.

Moving into memory.

Dragging,  moving, dragging, moving.

Ripping off the bottom, driving along,

Ripping, driving, ripping, driving,

To throw onto some distant shore.

Wind rising, waves rolling,

Wind rising, waves rolling.

Surf flowing down the crest,

Back up and out ahead,

To dive back in…

Shattered…

Exausted…

Done…

Till the moon comes again.

The Journey…What do we seek?

  

What is it that we seek in life…..happiness? A sense of purpose…fulfilled? A feeling that we are doing what we are here for? Enlightenment or at least progress on that path?(if you believe in it). Perhaps a sense that your life has not been wasted? Or that you’ve done more good than harm? Unity with some divine essence that you might believe in?

Perhaps you’d like to write your own blog,whether public or private with your thoughts about what it is we seek. You could put a link to it below. 

Or you could comment below and join in the journey by sharing your view?..

For me I think that all the above examples fit for what it is I seek.

The Source

Seeking the source from where these words come 

Free will handed over and trust given that the source will flow

Holding still this turbid mind that it may clear and words seen and written

What gems from beyond the horizon today will bring?

On the surf of the tide that ebbs and flows

Catch the wave and feel moved to write down those marvels

And once again to stillness go to halt the interupted flow

Pausing in between the shallows of the seaborn driftwood

Lost again the tide has turned of the mis beguiling mind

  

I often wonder about my writing style compared to others. It seems that i often just write down what I think at that moment.

Is this style called stream of consciousness? If so it also links nicely in with the spirituality/philosophy that I study/try to live etc

So I decided to give it a fresh go, the above verses written(hopefully)in that manner trusting that the words that came, came from the source.

Please feel free to comment/discuss below