Halloween

Halloween

Here comes the night called ‘Hallowe’en’,

that ‘Hallowed Evening’ of Fun and Fright

where Doors of Perception open wide

when Wishes and Fears hidden inside

come knocking, asking, demanding to be seen,

revealing, reveling, with Costumes, the Unseen,

Then, too, the Dead come out to play-

dark Shadows or translucent Wisps of white,

glimpses of menacing Shades or Ghostly Light

of Loved Ones and Strangers passed away,

visitors from Astral, Imaginal Worlds

costumed in Humans, carried like underlay,

overshadowing Energies fighting to stay.

Dread and Delight mix on such Days

of Dreams and Realities Created by many

in a Free Will Universe where anything goes-

this Realm of great Joys and horrendous Woes,

a denser Physicality than the Great Unseen

of which we, too, live in a Dream.

Within and Beyond is God’s Wondrous Light,

that Home from which All come and go,

forgetting, remembering, returning to that Light,

that Sacred, Holy, Hallowed Light.

May we ask in their names whatever they be,

known or unknown to you and to me,

that the Restless Dead return once more

to God’s Heaven, Back To The Light,

guided by Loved Ones, Angels, Beings of Light,

to the Love and Oneness they knew before

Within and Beyond, Holy and Free,

Every Being’s Birthright and True Destiny.

(October 30, 2022

Shelley Audrey Wilson

Victoria, BC)

Royal Procession

Royal Procession

A Queen of the heavens

dressed in blue and white,

Mother Earth wears a radiant crown

of stars like many diamonds

sparkling clear and bright.

Born of our Mother Earth

and seeded by our Father Space,

we all move in a Grand Procession

of orbits and cycles of Grace.

(October 23, 2022-

Shelley Audrey Wilson-

Victoria, BC)

Vic

Soft and Subtle

I created this simple arrangement for soft and subtle images recently. Lighting has always fascinated me. Though not a professional photographer, I think I had some measure of success in creating a visual interpretation of ‘soft and subtle’.

Signature

I do not sign my name

as I once did as a child, a kid,

with scribbles on a page, a wall.

I do not sign my name

as I once did as a youth, a teen,

with cursive rise and fall.

I do not sign my name

as other times before,

declaring this is truly me

though one can clearly see-

I and my cursive ups and downs

through my life have changed.

Now, I rarely sign my name.

My keyboard does most all.

I touch the magic letters

that I so quickly do arrange

and hope not to mispell

my identity, my name.

(October 12, 2022

Shelley Audrey Wilson

Victoria, BC)

It’s About Time

I spend Time.

I buy Time.

I save Time.

I sell Time.

I value, cherish,

waste and squander

this Present

we call Time.

Some Times

I step away;

seek solitude;

take holidays;

close my busy eyes

to see into

the very Soul

of me and

live within

Eternity.

(October 12, 2022

Shelley Audrey Wilson

Victoria, BC)