You Are the Centre=Peace of Life
I felt inspired to write this for you. It came to me in a wonderful flow, that is how I know, it is for you. I love my life passionately. This joy comes from within.
You Are the Centre=Peace of Life
Life is creative not mundane,
For when you step out of roles,
And into the fold,
Life unfolds like the flower,
Showered in life’s abundant gifts,
For always the gift was waiting as a possibility,
But when you open,
It flows.
I have learned to live dynamically,
I have allowed life to flow spontaneously,
I make up my story every day,
I am paid with the joy of freedom in every way,
As I look upon each face and see family,
I look to my family and see each face,
Renewed,
For I always knew we were in a play,
A role play,
For to stay the same is impossible,
We are evolving within the spaces
Of time.
Many are transfixed by the media,
I no longer give it air time,
I have switched of and turned on,
For life is a turn on when you are awake,
I have opened shutters,
And unveiled the blinds,
For the blindspot is socialisation unquestioned,
Most have accepted fact as truth,
Science as proof,
Feeling as aloof,
Most believe knowledge is book learning,
Yet the real learning is learning to look
into YOUR world book,
And that comes with inner-sight,
Some call inner-sense,
For you are the author, publisher and reader,
For the e-reader turns over a new realisation,
As e-motion is energy in motion,
Generating a different sensation,
To re-write a new Book of Changes,
And that is how we rearrange,
The deck chairs,
To find we are on an earth ship,
Or some would call it a school,
Of fools,
Perhaps a ship of fools?
And then I wonder …
Who are the meek that will inherit the earth?
To fall in love with life is indescribable,
Writing becomes scribbles on a blank page
inadequately sketching impressions as messages,
As the still life can never reproduce what is alive,
Paintings blur against natures etchings,
Singing is a cocophony of narrow band widths,
Yet life is the real symphony orchestra,
that harmonises all geometry,
For symmetry is balance and order,
Happiness is not happenstance,
It is the recalibration from conditioning to freedom,
It is the song bird that never stops singing its celebration,
In the tree of life that grows in anticipation,
of expansion.
For we are here to expand,
We are here to under-stand,
And sit to over imagine,
That we are the creator of the world we see,
We are free when we stop thinking and start feeling,
For to feel opens portals to new worlds,
Peeling back the layers of his-story,
To find her-story is the feminine,
And this is not a male/female dichotomy,
It is a new human that blends all sides,
For to nurture is emotional intelligence,
To give is abundance not wealth,
To feel is to know the soul and act on it,
For passion is unbridled creation,
It is the rainbow bridge,
An aliveness that wriggles, tingles and shakes
with sheer pleasure,
that remains the centre=peace
no matter the inclement weather.
For we are here on a soul journey,
We are carving the rock of ages,
Some call it the philosopher’s stone,
For when you think of your shape, texture and complexion,
What contour have you moulded by your beliefs?
Is it proportionate or distorted con-figur-ation?
Functional, fantasy in perpetuation?
For you are the creator and the sculptor of life as you see it,
When you step back you will choose misery or glory?
Yet re-member …
It is a never ending story,
It is holy,
That has no limits beyond,
Space and time,
For the uni-verse is the one song,
That is always sublime.