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Let Her Be

Let Her Be

Let her be the ray of light
that illuminates your soul
the gentle soothing touch
releasing the demons hold

the serene and graceful presence
that draws you to her breast
and nestles you in loving arms
safe at last to rest

let her be the spark
that lights the flame within
igniting again life’s passions
which have become so dim

let her be the rain drop
that falls upon your face
and washes away the tears
the pain and angst erased

let her be your everything
your morning, noon and night
when you open up your heart
you’ll find she fits just right.

Lay Down With Mother Nature

Lay Down With Mother Nature

Come and lay down on the rich red earth
Feel your worries seep away
Let Mother Earth unburden you
Hear her gently say:

“You are safe with me, my special one
Open your heart again.
For a cold and empty heart
Brings one nothing but pain.

In nature you have sunshine
To encourage you to grow
You also have the moonlight
To allow your pace to slow

You have the wide open spaces
To give you room to think
When all your thoughts are jumbled
And turning inwards they just shrink

You have the running waters
The oceans and the seas
To wash away negativity
So the joy in life you see

The rolling plains, the mountains
The deserts and the snow
Are all there to show you
You’ve always somewhere to go

So take a moment to contemplate
The life that before you abounds
Allow me to take you
To the place where love surrounds.”

Individually unique…..

Individually unique…..

Embracing life and living it
Are two very different things
It’s all about perceptions
And what makes our hearts sing

We all have our own right to choose
A way to live our lives
It’s best to accept another’s choice
Therein the lesson lies

The life I choose may not be for you
Nor yours the life for me
I have no desire to walk your path
Though it suits you perfectly

This makes me no better or worse than you
Merely individual you see
We are all perfectly unique
If we just allow ourselves to ‘Be’….

Life as a Mushroom

Life as a Mushroom

I am a simple mushroom
In a field of exquisite flowers
Content to hide down in their shadows
And while away the hours

It takes a certain amount of fertiliser
To help me to grow strong
I know that if I hang around
I can get that all day long

I observe some flowers growing tall
Reaching up toward the sun
Blossoming into full bloom
Having lots of fun

Others I see struggle
There among the weeds
Maybe this field is not for them
They have different needs

So much false bravado
I see around me day after day
While inside I see the hurt
That just won’t go away

Sometimes the sunshine gets to strong
The flowers around me wilt
I start to burn and shrivel up
These times more walls I’ve built

For the most part I am content
To bask here in this field
Until someone comes along
And turns me into a meal…..

Black Widow….

Black Widow….

She sits there undetected in her corner of the world
Weaving her fatal magic in every increasing swirls
Her beauty is alluring as a moth to a flame
She really has no conscience to her it’s just a game

The internet is her big wide web the perfect hunting ground
The black widow beautiful, magnetic, deadly with no sound
They are lured by her presence each and every one
By the time they realise the damage has been done

In the web they are stuck fast unable to extricate
Until the fatal blow comes and delivers their fate
In the meantime they are immobilised, unable to move
As she dishes up her potions their self will to remove

With words very endearing she captures your attention
Though playing with your emotions was her only intention
The feeling of power she draws from entrapping you
Feeds her ego nicely, you are not the only fool

She makes you feel like you are the only one in her life
While all the while the others are being fed the same line
Flirtatious and unfeeling she allows the web to unravel
Until she has you wrapped up tight on a road you never thought to travel

Some are very lucky they manage to be cut free
Her grasp is not so tightly fettered, they are able to see
They see the game for what it is and play along with her
Just another aspect of the games that maim and hurt

The black widow is a danger to any gentle soul
Who is drifting and unsure of where he does belong
Take care my friends she is out there every single day
Just waiting to entrap you as with all her other prey.

Bridges….

Bridges….

Water running under bridges
We must allow to flow
With the freedom of nature
Fresh and clear below

Let the current wander
Clear away the haze
Crystal clear sparkling
Beckoning to better days

Sometimes we wade the stream of life
Treading oh so carefully
Step by faltering step
Rather precariously

Water not deep enough to swim
Though deep enough to drown
Sometimes the bottom is not firm
We get so bogged down

Water depicts our emotions
Sometimes tranquil, sometimes calm
Sometimes so very tumultuous
We draw back in alarm

If we take a moment to lift our gaze
Look toward the skies
We will see a bridge spanning over us
Then we realise

Bridges save us from the pain
They keep us from the streams
They raise us up, allow us passage
Moving on toward our dreams.

Close your eyes and feel it….

Close your eyes and feel it….

It’s beautiful this land of ours
In so many diverse ways
The stark and arid deserts
Shimmering with heat haze

The green abundant rainforests
The plains of wheat fields flowing
The sheep and cattle roaming
In paddocks ever on going

The wonderful creeks and rivers
Mountain ranges tall
Reaching ever upward
Peaked with fresh snowfall

The gorges and the billabongs
Wild and rugged cliff faces
How I love this country
With so many stunning places

One day I will travel its width and breadth
From top to bottom too
Traverse beneath the scorching sun
And the skies open and blue

Feel the gentle breezes
As they caress the land
Walk on beautiful beaches
Pure soft white sand

I close my eyes I see it
The aromas I smell
I feel the many textures
I hope you can as well.

Life in My Bubble…

Life in My Bubble…

The crazy world I live in
Can get to me no more
For I’ve found a solution
Which is not against the law

See, I visualise a bubble
With walls so nice and tough
They keep negativity at bay
When the day gets rough

It comes in whatever colour
I wish it to be
Depending on the day
And which shade pleases me

I climb inside the bubble
Each and every day
My perfect sanctuary
In which my mind can play

Harsh words may come toward me
And I watch them deflect
Off the walls of my bubble
On me they have no affect

Pressure may build around me
People locking horns
Destructive behaviour
From ego and pressure borne

I gaze out at the crazy world
The turmoil all around
I smile on the inside
For my own peace I have found

Lion and His Mate

Lion and His Mate

A storm brews in the distance
Hear the thunder roar
Lightning streaks across the sky
The stillness I absorb

The atmosphere electric
My senses come alive
Winds begin to blow
Stinging my weary eyes

I love these precious moments
When my energy ignites
Nature’s special gift to me
I accept with delight

The Universal provides
As and when we need
Like the raindrops falling gently
On the thirsty seed

A lion appears before me
Majestic, alluring, proud
I raise my voice in pleasure
Call to him out loud

He will not come toward me
Just stands and holds his ground
Untrusting and wary
Of where love can be found

With each lightning strike
I see deep within his soul
The hurt the pain the anguish
From experiences untold

The storm abates around us
Please don’t hesitate
Let’s face life together
The Lion and his mate

Dance to the Music

Dance to the Music

In this wonderful dance called life
At times we get out of step
Faltering uncertainly
Sometimes way beyond our depth

In these desperate moments
Its important to take the time
To listen to the music
Let it wash into your mind

Allow the rhythm to embrace you
Enfold you, carry you away
Permeate your senses
In the most delightful way

It will lift you up and take you
To places never before explored
Like an attentive lover
In its wake you will be drawn

Open up your heart and mind
Hear every little sound
And you will find the rhythm
Though your feet won’t touch the ground.