Changes

Changes in time One by one A fleeting moment appreciated A new beginning in time has just begun * Listen to your heart Trust this dance Breathe, breath after breath Seduced by the idea of romance * Small ideas can fill the heart A whisper of hope Speak your words Paradise settles on a slipperyContinue reading “Changes”

Photograph

Photograph the moment Surrender to life Be open to living Manoeuvre the heartache and strife * Emotions unmasked Understated, not forgotten Cherish the tenderness From the heart befallen * Wear your love like a glove The Unmasking of worth Life is a succession of letting go For creation of new birth * Escape the prisonContinue reading “Photograph”

Dancing with the Rose

Yesterday a Rose Dance within her rosy hues She will tease you with her scent Exquisiteness seduces before your eyes The intoxicating essence remains present * Harmony as her petals fall away her soul laid bare Potent yet vulnerable Dancing around an impassioned affair * A circle of Intimacy Spiralling, then wilting A rare beautyContinue reading “Dancing with the Rose”

Be the sunshine

Are we falling out of ourselves. Losing what was? Perhaps? Perhaps not! Please remember this is just a chapter of our current story, the one of survival and growth, from when this story began. Every day you have a task, that task is to find laughter, joy and happiness in everything you do. With everyContinue reading “Be the sunshine”

The Message

The message Falling into ourselves We are beginning to become We will survive beyond this current story Grow from where we begun Be the one dancing Within the storm Embrace the peace Let unrest mourn A rainbow awaits The hand extends To dance this dance Higher vibration ascends A cascade of color To alight theContinue reading “The Message”

Anzac Day in my World

The day begins at 4.30am. Why? Let me take you back 4 hours. Mum, “I have a date, 6 AM in my driveway.”Lets remember our Anzacs. Oh she says, if I wake up I will join you!  Bang, I hear her bedroom door opening, tap tap tap, of the walking stick and her limp downContinue reading “Anzac Day in my World”