When the talking is over and the stories told, and all the chit-chatting is allowed to unfold.
When the jokes have been made and the singers have sung and the voices go quiet when the winning is won.
When the questions are answered and the takings counted and the images shared are framed and well mounted.
When the points played out and discussions laid to rest and the medals awarded have been pinned to the chest.
When the manoeuvring is mastered and the stroking is done and we finally end up where once we begun.
Then we may notice the silence and the space to see through the fog that we both did create.
To see into eyes behind the dance and the veil to embrace each other and share the love we both feel.
Friday 25 March 2016
Thursday 17 March 2016
Awakening
The moment of awakening heralds new life.
Conscious awareness flickers and begins to shine like a new star.
Unconscious awareness prepares to give way, watch and wait patiently like a guardian angel.
Senses stir, visions, sounds, feelings, scents and tastes take shape.
Choices, pathways and opportunities become our reality.
We are alive.
And so we tentatively emerge into the new day.
Are we the same as we were before we slept?
Or have we changed with rest and the passage of time?
Our re-awakening brings new hope and endless possibilities.
There is no need to rush.
Time is ours to choose.
And when we tire we shall sleep again in the loving arms of our angel within.
Conscious awareness flickers and begins to shine like a new star.
Unconscious awareness prepares to give way, watch and wait patiently like a guardian angel.
Senses stir, visions, sounds, feelings, scents and tastes take shape.
Choices, pathways and opportunities become our reality.
We are alive.
And so we tentatively emerge into the new day.
Are we the same as we were before we slept?
Or have we changed with rest and the passage of time?
Our re-awakening brings new hope and endless possibilities.
There is no need to rush.
Time is ours to choose.
And when we tire we shall sleep again in the loving arms of our angel within.
Tuesday 15 March 2016
Sitting with friends:
Sitting with friends telling stories of old, lines of life to be told, songs from the heart, lined with love from the start and soulfully healing.
Music plays,symphonies of the day, shining light between words, and strings of guitars strum their way through bars into friendly listening.
Hearts are ablaze in the night time haze, as voices sing, to embrace this time when lovers of life gather round to enjoy simplicity of giving.
And all in a moment, a blink of an eye, to rest in the beauty of life, where the dance flows free, and the sound, the song and the singer are one.
What joy it is to be in such company.
Music plays,symphonies of the day, shining light between words, and strings of guitars strum their way through bars into friendly listening.
Hearts are ablaze in the night time haze, as voices sing, to embrace this time when lovers of life gather round to enjoy simplicity of giving.
And all in a moment, a blink of an eye, to rest in the beauty of life, where the dance flows free, and the sound, the song and the singer are one.
What joy it is to be in such company.
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