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Lending and borrowing

Monday, April 21st, 2008

Guide me to my purpose; I will use the passion of my soul


Lead me to the gifts in my heart; I will unveil them


Help me share what causes my heart to sing and my joy to flow


Give me strength to overcome this obstacle course I have created


In return I will free awareness and share beauty


Send me courage to love in a world that value’s fear and control


Help me overcome my ego and keep my heart open through the challenges ahead

Lead me through my journey and guide me as I share these gifts with all I meet

 

Lending and borrowing

 

Guide me to your purpose; I will use the passion of my soul


Lead me to your gifts in your heart; I will unveil them


Help me share what causes your heart to sing and your joy to flow


Give me strength to overcome this obstacle course I have created


In return we can free awareness and share beauty


lets have courage to love in a world that sometimes value’s fear and control

challenges ahead we can conquer

Lead us through our journeys and guide us as we share these gifts with all we meet

Dream and affirmation; metamorphosis cycle

Monday, April 21st, 2008

A hamster behind bars can see the wide open world and it longs to be part of it. It desires so much to be free from the isolation its cage enforces. Although it keeps attempting to escape, every time it manages to break free, I come to its cage and place it back inside. Its little heart beats and I sense its desperation. As it scratches my hands in fear, I cry uncontrollably with shame I feel as it scrambles for freedom. Its not that I want it to be unhappy, I know that it’s suffering. For so long now I’ve been a witness to the lonely creature. Its wide, beady eyes pop through the cold metal bars of its safe home. It pleads with me to listen to it, in the hope that it may be released. If I could just get in touch somehow and tell it that I care, it may not be so afraid and so lonely. I’ve seen what the hamster needs to give it life again. I know what it wants me to do, I know that all I have to do is open the door and keep it open, but I’m so afraid. I fear it won’t be seen and it will get hurt, so I’d rather keep it locked away than to have it trodden on. We need so much to communicate, if only I could tell it I understand and it could tell me a way to let it go.

“A world that lives by complexity and difference cannot escape uncertainty and it demands from individuals the capacity to “change form (metamorphosis) while still continuing to be the same person.”

“The Playing Self” A, Melluci

It’s amazing what I can learn if I can hang on to the reality of my dreams. I can take them apart one by one and realise that the force of my imagination can help me to focus on what is real. I seem to forget the events which enabled the hamster to free itself. All I can picture is the beautiful transformation it began to take when it opened up and begun to change into a butterfly. The hamster starts to disappear and I don’t know what happened to the cage. All I can see is the growing wings of the butterfly as it expressively states “I am”. Although the joy of this vision is immense, I’m in a different space. It’s not quite clear and it’s difficult to communicate. I woke up when the butterfly was still growing and I haven’t yet dreamt of what happens next. I’ve grown tired of imagining an end to my dream. What I want to focus on is now; sharing in the beauty of life with all the other butterflies in the world.

The turn of a century

Monday, April 21st, 2008

Sheltered embrace of entranced desire, as lovers entwine they dance through fire

A Glorious magnet, the light is awoken; whispers of darkness cease to be spoken

Rapturous energy seethes and shines as they breathe in each other with rhythm and

rhyme

Naked beauty and passion-fuelled fusion, too soon to become a shattered illusion

Ecstasy fleets as deluded desire

Forever they try to ignite the fire

Acceptance and being cannot be learned

Where addiction grows, love’s flame is not burned

Indefinite journeys of sorrow are known, as distinct individuals fight to get home

Solitude?

Saturday, April 19th, 2008

Isolation, or alone

The birds and trees accept their home.

Home I’ve been given is fair but run down;

maintenance I’m on the ground.

Where to now? I ask myself

I seem to change so much in health

Love and help from those who count;

the future’s hand is eased of doubt

Morning poem

Saturday, April 19th, 2008

Floating fairy

still as can be.

in sleepy haze

you reflect what I see.

Bubbles rise

and bubbles subside

calm and still you never hide.

Pink cat by the tree of hearts

Saturday, April 19th, 2008

Love is a dream of a path to a door,

a bright light wonder, I can’t ignore.

Love is the spiral of upstream gold,

you nourish the roots that are worn and old.

Love is the touch on my heart you bring,

inspiring my soul to dance and sing.

Love is the rock you are for me,

when I need supporting in the sea.

Love is the armbands you place on my arms,

you care for me well;

protect me from harm

Love is the flower, I see in you,

that says your door, is shinning too.

Love is you and Love is me

we are one,

in this we’re free

I love your love, I love mine too

because you are me and me is you

thanks pickle - i love you loads Annie -x-