Tag: Spirit

There is a spirit

October 16, 2023 
There is a spirit announcing
a spirit of glass
a spirit behind me
a spirit called past

There is a spirit deceiving
to be what is not
to be a whole thing
to be my last shot

There is a spirit encroaching
a spirit to feel
a spirit of beginning
a spirit called real

There is a spirit bleeding
to be here with me
to be my punctuation
to be my reality

There is a spirit within
a spirit of darkness
a spirit of light
a spirit called yes

There is a spirit... Oh my
to be unspoken
to be heard by me
to be love's token

Yes, there is a spirit
a spirit without wings
a spirit unbroken
a spirit who sings

Oh my...

Rose

October 31, 2020

a rose is nothing but a reflection of you
as it sheds its petals
to reveal your perfect heart

how the rain sings on my windows
reminds me of the joy
in my soul as you smile

you are the nature of this time
bringing a spiritual essence
to warm the solitude of mine

Rainwater

March 30, 2020

With each step
we write our lives
with quills dipped in rainwater
for as soon as it is written
it fades under the glare of happiness
or is washed away by storms of solitude

The mere act of dipping
is enough to send ripples along to the roots of Gaia’s smile
where she drinks in the questions of us mortal masterpieces
for as soon as it is written
our souls, our spirits, our hearts and our minds become
lost in the frustrations of being unable to comprehend
the reasons why we are given such beauty
only for it to be washed away

The act of being kind to the rains as they fall
brings its own rewards
for when we write our lives
with quills of love
we shall be given
in return
the truth of how to live in the now moments
of how to flow over storm-crusted stepping stones of haste
and of how to write with rainwater
and know there are no answers except for those we create

When we write with rainwater
the sun shines
and the storms rage
as we breathe
know and feel
the beauty of existence

~

Another poem from before that seems to resonate with the way things are going nowadays.

From 2017 published in After the Rain.

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!

Guardian angel, soul, spirit or ?

January 22, 2019

This morning I was quite late getting up for work (luckily I made it in time), my alarm goes off at 4am then 4.05 and 4.10. Generally I get up on the last alarm but this morning I fell asleep again and slept till 4.40! and I have to be in at 5 :-/

Now, what made me wake at 4.40 and not sleep till 6 or later (ah what a thought!)? As I get up every work day at 4.10 it is ingrained in my body clock to naturally wake but not this morning and as I have been quite tired these past weeks I reckon my clock thought it would give me a rest.

Anyhow, the reason for this rather strange blog post is that this morning at 4.40 I woke, not by my own body clock but by a voice somewhere in my mind.

It was a lady’s voice and it said “Martin, come on Martin.”

I was puzzled but dashed out of bed, said thank you to whoever it was, and so the day began.

What I want to know is, where did the voice come from and who was it?

On the way to work I noticed it was a full moon and sometimes these full moons do affect me which was probably the reason I overslept. But doubtful it was the moon speaking!

So who was it?

I have heard my name called before in my mind but that was while I was awake and as a rule I don’t hear anything (or see anything) in my mind anyhow so I’m perplexed but thankful for a “friend”.