Month: April 2021

Walking Words

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On my balcony chair, I just listen

as walking words pass by.

Many are the lazy likes-

impatient, abbreviated, unsure,

wanting to like and be liked,

strolling in conversations

parroting and parenting likes.

Uncaring words, the fucks, pass by too-

all but few dressed in tight conformity

while wishing to run free…

Rebel words declare their own identity

fashioned in darkening dialects

of current rebel fashions,

another learned conformity,

parroting and parenting their words too.

The air is filled with sounds-

working machines, sirens of warnings,

masked words, languages evolving…

I listen, then tune out the words

to hear the wondrous songs of birds.

April 14, 2021- Shelley Wilson

Our True Home

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Heaven’s Light is our true Home,

that State of Peace beyond Location

yet permeating all Creation.

The Greater Life through which we live

grows ever beyond our definitions.

Life explores Its endless Possibilities.

Our intelligence and abilities

are of a young, evolving species

yet our Spirits come from Heaven’s Grace

beyond understandings of Time and Space.

Heaven’s Light is our true Home.

We explore many worlds and realms

but no matter how long or far we roam,

we take our rests within our Home.

Then off we go, if we so choose,

exploring Life, our lives, in many forms

that we indwell, experience and use.

It’s our Nature to create and co-create

exploring dense and ethereal realms

between our peaceful rests at Home.

Heaven’s Light is our true Home.

April 9, 2021- Shelley Wilson

Every Being Belongs To Heaven

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Every being belongs to Heaven,

our one true Source and Home

from which we journey to and fro

expressing Life in countless forms and ways

among the stars and other realms,

always evolving as we go.

Some pass through belief-created hells,

staying till they free themselves

or others help to set them free

of ignorance and dark despair

from thoughts and deeds unworthy

of who they truly are.

No hell is everlasting.

God neither judges nor condemns.

We do it all ourselves.

But as we grow, we just let go

what does not feel like Love,

that reminder of Home called Heaven

from which we journey to and fro.

April 6,2021- Shelley Wilson