Contentment in hand

Infinity

The moment has arrived

When I recognise myself

My shadow holds me

As we dance as one

To life’s unique rhythm

My eyes no longer floating

In the peripheral breeze

Anchored now, within vision

Stepping beyond knowledge

Contentment in hand

I am firmly grounded

Within the present

Within me

Loneliness

You held me tight

Embracing my loneliness

And casting it adrift

From the shores of reality

The waves of uncertainty

Broke on an unquestioning shore

Your compassionate caress

Rekindled my heart

Sweeping us both

Into the depths of desire

Calling their bluff

The Truth, Your Story

Can we ever know another’s truth?

When we shy, far from our own

Can we stand in darkness, linger there?

Become accepting of what is shown?

 

The stories we strive so hard to hide

Are fiction and nothing more

Created by thought, then held in place

By perpetuating the lore

 

The real disservice we do ourselves

Is not facing our innermost fears

By avoiding our own reflection

We create all the messy smears

 

We amplify the voice within

The defensive, looped soundtrack

Believing the lyrics are our own

When they are really, a media feedback

 

Like lemmings in a video game

A slave to repetitive routine

Expecting others to pay the price

Then complain about quarantine

 

Uniting as one, uniting on mass

And decreeing enough’s enough

Is how we can all be the change

Then we can really call their bluff

Dreams

Girl with a ballon

Skipping through the fields

Of all of her dreams

She ran with abandon

Through the familiar scenes

 

Wonderful memories

All flooded the plain

Of the moonlit landscape

Of her imagined terrain

 

Across streams of lucidity

She transcended dimensions

Reaffirming her desires

She aligned her intentions

 

Accompanied by souls

Of a higher vibration

She healed the wounds

Of a past separation

 

Limitless possibilities

Permeated her skin

Revealing her purpose

Her true knowing within

Wide Load

They were pushing their prams

As if into the breach

Their pavement entitlement

All the slabs they could reach

 

Their obscenities of chat

Drowned the screams of their young

As they bowled out pedestrians

Into doorways, people flung

 

Their juvenile load

Just as wide as their cheek

And their rotund behinds

Left no ounce of mystique

 

Toddlers in hand

Yelled out vile abuse

High on the additives of sweets

And from E-number misuse

 

The collective day trippers

Gave them all a wide berth

Averting their eyes

For all they were worth

 

Judgement was laden

On superior trowels

From the middle-class shoppers

Scared of uttering, single vowels

Stop looking to others

Leave disbelief at the door

With your shoes and your socks

And walk fearlessly inside

This is a room with no locks

 

In this space we are equal

There’s no one to impress

If it makes you more comfortable

Then feel free to undress

 

Acceptance, the Grail

We all seek to attain

The many excuses we make

Become our only real bane

 

Take a look round the space

You think of as your mind

Explore all of the avenues

That your thoughts try to find

 

Suspend those connections

Hard wired and so false

We are not manmade objects

As we all have a pulse

 

Our literal world

Is fragmenting our spirit

Turning wondrous experiences

Into mere badges of merit

 

This journey we’re offered

Has no guarantee in place

Nor is it a trial to endure

Or a futile drag-race

 

We all rock in our own way

You have nothing to prove

So stop looking to others

To find your own groove