Tag: Imagination

be the one

July 26, 2023

Way up beyond the blue is where candles are made
the ones that flicker within us
the ones that shine through us
the ones that melt away.

We are but a waxwork of imagination
thought up by a dying light needing something to burn.

We are flickering in our many guises of waxen dolls.

Molten bodies mix easily in the soup bowl
ready to be formed into whatever the light desires.

Yet, we flicker away
we flicker away just because our wax is different
we flicker away, unknowing that all wax is the same
be it scented, long-burning, coloured, wide, thin…

Wax is wax
and the light is fading
and the imagination whence we came
is shrinking, melting
until only the shrivelled wick of existence remains.

The light that begins ultimately dies if it isn’t fed the love of all.

Imagine the love of all flickering
imagine the candle
imagine the light.

Imagine wax moulded from imagination
melting until only the shrivelled wick of existence remains.

Perhaps one day we shall no longer need to wax poetic
perhaps one day we shall
be one race.

We are the imagined
let’s make us real
light your heart
love all
be the one candle
to ignite the race for Love.

Sharp enough to bleed iron

May 21, 2020

is there a difference

I often wonder you know
whether it’s
just my imagination – my fears
or perhaps there is no difference between light
and dark

shadows appear inside my already gloom ridden castle
whether or not my light is on

the difference is paper thin. Sharp

enough to bleed iron

the art of seeing

April 23, 2020

This welcome sunshine
burns away thoughts of that sweet rain
which washed away that radiant sunshine
after it burnt away those morning mists
which dampened spirits of those moonilt fields
whose silence opened to breathe the stars
as they themselves woke the might of time
where it sparked imagination into being
and that life there, that simple dream
taught the soul the art of seeing
and that life there, that simple sight
opened doors to the unseen light
of this dark world, this world of
fragile alchemic blight
where the sun it shines to breathe new life
to give us hope for a world of sight

Let it go. Believe

February 4, 2020

Balance

Relax into the spirit of it all.

We are often unbalanced as we move through our lives and often there’s a noise, a vibration, or a gut feeling and these signs are sometimes missed, and I for one am guilty of not listening or not appreciating that maybe the universe is trying to say something, trying to let me know that perhaps I need to relax, to not overthink, and even to open myself to the mystery of my surroundings or to believe in the indomitable spirit of my soul.

Letting things go is good but troublesome in that there are so many distractions out there and so many diversions in here where thoughts run away in tangents of imagination.

So yes, letting things go is tough but once we start we’ll feel more freedom until that smile crinkles our soul into a rhapsody of realities

and then watch us fly!

Release the fear

February 2, 2020
Awake the fragile

There are many reasons as to why we are, or feel fragile and also why we fear, but sometimes we fear because we are fragile, timid, controlled or unable to come to terms with our weaknesses or our imaginings of a weakness within us because those who do control prefer it that we stay inside our shells and so we become more and more unable to break free of their bonds and our own bonds.

It is very difficult to stand up, very difficult to say what we think, very difficult to acknowledge that we are anything but their servant, very difficult to believe in the strength lying within and very difficult to be open to the reality of the idea that we are a person of note with our own tools of and for life.

The biggest and greatest tool we have is imagination.

We are stronger holding the belief of our courage in our hearts, in our souls; in our very bones.

You can awake the fragile and you can release the fear but yes it is difficult, very difficult.

Candle evolution

January 4, 2020

I wanted to feel its creation.

It only lasted the short time
until the wax
expired
to reveal the truth of art
for art is born of darkness
in the cold reaches of mystery
where myth blends with reality
and where imagination’s atoms
shiver in perpetual flights of expired
dreams.

I wanted to understand.