You stroked my face
as you hugged me
with your woody embrace
standing tall
on your roots
I held you close
Your woody musk
enveloped my skin
breathing life
into my belly
you led the dance
as we swayed with the wind
You translated secrets
of ancient stories
etched into your bark
an encoded history
written into the symmetry
of perfection
Responding to touch
we outstretched our arms
to the sun
the shared meaning
of two life forms
committed to growth
The extent of recollection
Depends on the mind recollecting
If there wasn’t thought in the delivery
There’ll be far less in the fetching
The awareness of a life doing
Will make way for just being
Attempts to outrun yourself
Reveal the futility of fleeing
The manmade illusion
That the world is unravelling
Can imprison the heart
From its own, soulful travelling
Suspended within reach
Our perfect selves are there floating
Accessible to everyone
Who takes action, rather than quoting
The impermanence of everything
Is the gift of the living
It creates freedom for growth
Our divine purpose is self-serving
The dis-ease in your mind, is the denial that you’re great
There is greatness within you, whether you hide or exaggerate
It is true, oh so true, despite seeing it, or not
Release un-wanted conditions, do not let your mind rot
It is true whether you’re focused, on your growth to the stars
It is true whether you’re trapped, behind your own prison bars
You, with hard luck stories, filling megabytes of space!
Deny all you want to, you’re in a self-created chase
Affirm your desire, what you focus on, you create
You are never in the wrong place and it’s never too late
Find your own starting point; be cool with where you’re at
Beliefs change all the time, often depending on where you’re sat
You are really okay. Yes. You are allowed to believe
Your desire to be magnificent; it’s the ace up your sleeve
Show more interest in where you’re going, than where you have been
Be mindful of your intentions, as you affirm all you dream
You create your own life, by the thoughts that you practice
There’ll always be influences, don’t be preoccupied with injustice
You choose the tone of your questioning, so are you asking the right one?
Believe in your magnificence without measurement, you are second to none!
Looking through old photos
Seen with new eyes
An apparent wholeness of being
In two-dimensional minutiae
The aliveness projecting
From the pixellated print
Is an external reminder
Life’s a privilege, not a sprint
Savouring experiences
New lessons always learnt
A blueprint, perhaps?
Life can still leave you burnt
It’s a risk always worth taking
Sometimes a love becomes lost
By relinquishing control
There’s nothing left to accost
Trusting intuition
Seeing perfection in old flaws
Stepping into life’s purpose
No safety net, or guarantors
Looking back is only useful
If grounded firmly in the now
Or the image becomes distorted
A new tint added somehow
Buffering your emotions
Tightly wrapped in cottonwool
Gives the illusion of safety
Until you open the ringpull
Peer from inside your bubble
Smell the clean, honest air
You can live out your dreams
But only if you dare
No time, just the present
The gift with which you are born
It’s your timeless connection
Which can never be torn
You’re meant to succeed
It’s the reason you’re here
Let go of all outcomes
Watch your life shift a gear
With courage, trust your judgement
Let is flow through your being
Now open your eyes wide
Recalibrate what you’re seeing
I know a young lady
Who often felt scared
I don’t know why, she often felt scared?
She wasn’t prepared…
I know a young lady
Who used to get high
To be free of her mind, to bid it goodbye
She took the drugs, because she was scared
I don’t know why, she often felt scared?
She wasn’t prepared…
I know a young lady
Who used to tell lies
Her heart would die, with each telling of a lie
She told the lies, to hide the highs
She took the drugs, because she was scared
I don’t know why, she often felt scared?
She wasn’t prepared…
I know a young lady
Who wasn’t awake
Despite a daybreak, she wasn’t awake
She wasn’t awake, as she told the lies
She told the lies, to hide the highs
She took the drugs, because she was scared
I don’t know why, she sometimes felt scared?
She wasn’t prepared…
I know a young lady
Who knew there was more
She knew for sure, there had to be more
She knew there was more, as she started to awake
As she began to awake, she forgave herself the lies
Forgiving all the lies, left no need for the highs
By leaving the highs, she felt far less scared
I don’t know why, she had ever felt scared?
She’s feeling prepared…
I know a young lady
Who is now letting go
By going with the flow, she is learning to let go
As she lets everything go, she knows there is more
Knowing there is more, she becomes more awake
Becoming more awake, she’s learnt from the lies
Learning from the lies, there is no need for the highs
By not hiding behind the highs, she is no longer scared
I don’t know why, she had ever felt scared?
She’s totally prepared…
I know a young lady
Who trusts in the process
Now she’s wide awake!
Her own success!
shiny pebbles 