today is the day

I consider every day to be the most important.

When cuddling my cat I hear her musings of content.

She only cares to be loved, to be warm, to be fed.

Simplicity and serenity lie in the arms of friendship. 

Being happy with what is

and rejoicing the love that is with us, today.

Some blessings are eternal, some are fleeting.

Whether we can find a friend or not: remember to purr every day.

the silence

words being said

that might as well have been unspoken

hanging

in the air, waiting and halted

then

erased by being obsolete

the story matters

more then the grammar.

I have chosen to wait

it can be more useful

to not say anything

but let the thought sit quietly

then softly

there's a breath of word released

a sound of being expressed

the tender unfolding of speech.

the sentences become

flowing in song

fluffy as goat hair

loving in caress once more.

the turkeys

In the light

the male turkeys dance

they prance and jest, they fluff and huff loudly

until one has had enough and turns round, dashing off

to some food that looks interesting

or to monitor a chook that is scurrying for worms

the lady turkeys

are busy too, two are nesting,

one other is young and restless

and one is recovering from a ferret wound

yet all reside in the green, looking happy

being together

in the here and now

where food is abundant and company plentiful

peace reigns

and the male turkeys gobble

looking up at the sun

shaking their feathers

poking up their fluffy bums to the sky

memo

Did you feel it?

That I love you.

Now and always.

My heart is your heart.

Our hearts are connected to the

Global Heart that is beating.

Hurting. Crying. Celebrating. Growing. Expanding.

A heart can do many things.

It beats evermore. It remembers.
We are all humans and are more the same then we are different.

The heart is strong

The heart is wise.

It will tell tales from truth

It will follow it's own strength

of you.

Of me.

Of all hearts. In time to come.

the two brothers

the two brothers walked

the two brothers talked.

there was silence.

worry spread over their faces.

one spoke the other listened.

more silence.

they changed positions so the other spoke

and the first one listened.

heads put together.

the sharing of nods and mood.

assessment of the situation

that was very grave indeed.

a conclusion was reached.

a proposal forged.

the moods lightened.

smiles came out as lunch was served.

blessed be

(for Margreet)

departure time

is timeless, although the death is timely

and soulprints are left on this earth

stored as memories below

walking her story on her ground

it had reached the final paragraph

and today, the epitaph.

I remember.

I recall the days I stayed

at your farmhouse for a number of days

and we spoke most..

in silence. The days I see as sunny.

You came to visit me today

and you looked well and are so happy.

Now that you are reunited with your love

and can walk your dog in peace once more.

And we weep not for those

who leave their bodies and continue

on the greatest marvel of a path

that stretches out in all directions. All at once.

Blessed be, lady of the woods.

I may see you again, another time.

the sword

the sword of Damocles hangs over you

yet you do not know it's tale.

What peril will befall you?

Prevail again you shall regardless.

beyond the sound of strife,

of old opulence and decay lies

the shining horizon of freedom,

thus hunger not to retain material gain.

splendid is she who can release the bonds

of angst and need. As required they are not.

He can speak the mind but needs to hold

the heart close. With your kin embraced.

fear not as you shall be 'fine',

as they say in this new world of being.

Walk the earth and be free to sing

your new song. And reborn in kind you shall be.

heart in my hand

It's okay

You don't have to do anything

Not say anything

Just be yourself with me.

I am tidying up

old remnants from my past

Seeing glimpses of what might be ahead

carrying my heart in my hands.

Many are afraid of pain

of the emotions raw and deep

cutting and piercing the skin.

I feel them inside as old friends visiting.

It's good to remember,

as I have done before: that all things pass.

The experience is always released,

old heartache transformed to joy once more

I depend on myself for support

I hold my own heart in my hands

I feel love is given to me

and am strong. Every day.

Goodbye

You talk

yet there is nothing left to say

Only things I have heard before

Like a washing machine left on the same setting.

I feel horrible for feeling it

but notice I haven't missed you. At all.

And it makes me sad for what once was.

But only for a moment.

I rather rejoice in what is, then what is in the past.

Everything has it's own time. This time is mine.

I wish you well and am now saying goodbye.

Feeling blessed with everything given to me.

grey mass

the grey mass

is not so grey after all

colour abounds there where neurons talk

spinning in a vast space of being

why consider it random

when it's hardly that. You do have vision,

direction, aim and fire in you,

in your head and in your heart.

the grey matter and the red matter (nerd speak)

ignite thoughts again, connecting stories

into being

so was the thought first, or you?

(image by Hugh Macleod - gapingvoid.com)