The Soul's Retreat

Spiritual

Spectre

by on Aug.09, 2010, under Poetry, Spiritual

A house so full of memories…

We began our dream here, as newly-weds,
Amongst the paint-pots and dustsheets.
I can see her now, young and spirited,
Dressed in my old torn shirt, hair tied high,
So beautiful.

As time passed us by, this place became home,
Filled with the aromas of fresh baked bread
And percolated coffee.
And she would sing, always a little off-key,
And give a little chuckle if she caught me listening.

All of that was a lifetime ago…

Now here, in our bedroom, our sacred space,
Where she made me promise never to forget her,
I wait, in the knowledge that she will come to me
As she always does, around this time.

She will walk through that doorway,
A vision in white, her long hair flowing.
The sadness almost tangible.
And, although her heartrending cries haunt me,
I refuse to shut them out.

Aching to hold her close, for one last time.
I still reach out, to touch her,
But there is no substance.
An ethereal nothingness.
Each night is both ecstasy and torment!

Time heals, they tell us,
But since I died,
Her sorrow has seemed infinite…

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Forward Motion with a Sideways Shift

by on Aug.04, 2010, under Poetry, Spiritual

To My Mam

Seventeen moons have bloomed and faded
Since your progression
Seventeen moons
With the thrum of life echoing
Through this hollow carapace
That was once sanctuary

Myriad thoughts constantly ricochet
Against the hard edges
Of this five-decade crone
Though impotent fury still lines the walls
Of the corridors of memories
Leading in
Leading out
Muting the blethering babble
Of an egocentric society

Your imminence swathed in shrouds of serenity
Holds back the engulfing tides
Protecting
Nurturing
Allowing
The honouring of your counsel
Slowly restoring buoyancy
In the boundless ocean of being

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Meditation

by on Aug.04, 2010, under Poetry, Spiritual

Amourphous tendrils
Silken, clinging,
Through souls memories
Chanting, singing,
Sentient thoughts
Transparent, shining,
In visual realms
Auras entwining.
Unconditional, always there…
Timeless love
For all to share.

~

Meditation – the souls warm, candlelit bubble bath at the end of a stressful day!
Note:  The word ‘Amourphous’ was coined by singer Tim Booth from the band James, and means ‘changing shape, yet held by love’. It’s a merging of the words ‘amour’ from the French, and the word ‘morph’.

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The Visit

by on Aug.04, 2010, under Poetry, Spiritual

 

She came,
As promised…
Trailing silken, gossamer strands
Of every hue,
Each leaving behind
A deliciously perfumed blessing.

From pure white petals of jasmine
To the scented woody aroma of patchouli,
Each amourphous tendril
Softly stroking,
Bringing peace
And tranquillity
To my chaotic mind.

Wings dark as night
Brushed through my dreams.
A multicoloured planetarium of delights,
Gently spinning,
Magically,
Through my soul.

And love,
So powerfully pure,
To inundate my senses,
Saturating all my fears!
Trickling quietly,
Slowly building strength,
Then thunderously flowing
Through my spirit,
Flooding out the wells of pain,
And ultimately brimming from my eyes.

I had called.
Her hushed whisper echoed in reply…
‘Go to your place of peace.
Shut out the clamour of the world.
Reach into the silence
For my presence,
Meditate,
Listen
And wait’

~

She came, as promised

 

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Paradise Waits

by on Aug.04, 2010, under Poetry, Spiritual

I remember…

Falling.
           .
              .
          .
through
time

and
space

~

falling

tumbling

spinning

~

Our world collapsed

crumbled

and we fell.
                  .
               .

Where did you alight?

~

I feel you

hear you

I sense your spirit

somewhere

.
I wait
.

listening

for the hushed whisper
of your silken wings.

yearning

for the gentle touch
of your loving arms

to enfold me,

and carry me back

to

Paradise…

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Metamorphosis

by on Aug.04, 2010, under Poetry, Spiritual

As ice assuages fire inside my heart,
And all my years experience fade to dust,
My dreams and yearnings take on coloured hues,
As iron, when decaying, turns to rust.

Of all the lessons learned while in this life,
The brightest one to shine within my soul
Is love, it’s guided everything I’ve done,
Enriched my world, and healed, and made me whole.

My aging body can no more sustain
This force, this personality that’s me.
I only hope this life’s not been in vain,
That as I die, my spirit may be free.

So as this icy death consumes my shell,
I surrender this frail body without fight,
To leave this world of darkness far behind,
As eternal colour lends my spirit light.

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