Category: Poetry

  • Your children are not your children

    Your children are not your children

    I like this one. It speaks to how we prep our kids and how we are just their guide and launch point into the future.

    Your children are not your children.

    They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.

    They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

    You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts.

    You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

    You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.

    For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

    You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.

    The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.

    Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness; For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.

    Khalil Gibran

  • Rest in you

    Rest in you

    Let me rest

    Let me rest in you, just for a moment

    A moment of quiet

    A moment of no thinking, just being

    Let me rest

    On your shoulder

    On your shoulder, like a listing snowflake

    Let me rest my soul

    No moving, just resting

    On your shoulder

    Let’s breathe

    Let’s breathe, in soul time

    Can I share the calm with you

    No sighing, huffing or tears leaking

    Let’s breathe in calm, first you then me

    Let’s breathe

  • Warm friend

    Warm friend

    I wait for you each morning

    Before the world remembers it’s noise

    You return with the tiniest of glows

    Regular, steady and slow

    Then, you’re rising

    The most gradual of shinings

    I move to you

    Into you, warm and true

    Now you’re charging me

    Unplugged and free

    My sun, our sun

    you me and our energy 🔆

  • Discover the non-existent

    Discover the non-existent

    Rediscovering poetry feels like seeing snails for the first time as a kid.

    What is this crazy looking thing unafraid of the giants bouncing around it. Sliding across rough surfaces, heading to some unseen destination at a pace dictated by a silver slime.

    It’s weird, new and scary. I’m learning again at that mad pace only excitement can drive.

    Like kintsugi, I’m using it to fix, fill cracks and repair things. It’s like a magic energiser and repair salve. I can apply it to pain, boredom, things that lack colour and it’s like magic – new again. My phone notes are filling up quickly.

    And of course, I applied it to my site’s 404 page 😂

    Ooops, that page doesn’t exist (404 😔)

    Discovering through finding the non existent, a noble cause. 

    Hope is your beacon, let the light guide you.

    Be grounded in giving and gratitude – the gift store awaits.

  • I Wander’d Lonely as a Cloud

    I Wander’d Lonely as a Cloud

    William Wordsworth (1770 – 1850)

    I wandered lonely as a cloud

    That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils;

    Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

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