We Rise

…we rise like Spring Flowers in Nature..,

We Rise

When Death can no longer hold us

in our Tombs of Forgetfulness-

there in Separation Consciousness

forgetting the Oneness of Life,

beliefs causing conflict and strife,

disrespecting, dishonouring Life,

living yet ‘dead’, thinking we are

far, far less than the Spirit we are,

denying the Spirit of Life we are,

crucifying our Higher Consciousness,

forgetting the glories of Who We Are***

When Death can no longer hold us

despite all its ‘bodily evidence’,

we Rise like Spring Flowers in Nature

after Winters ‘appearing dead’,

glorious even when ‘taken for granted’,

or by some firmly, strongly denied

even ‘proving their point’ through violence

not understanding that Life Can’t Die***

When Death can no longer hold us,

we are Reborn to that Consciousness

of our Oneness with God All That Is Life,

even when leaving Physicality behind

with its Atoms and powers of Mind***

We are Life Embodied. God Bless Every One,

All One***

(Posted also on FlowerpoetShelley.wordpress.com)

April 10, 2023

Shelley Audrey Wilson

Victoria, BC

Revolving Door

A funeral tribute I created over two decades ago

Revolving Door

Death is a Revolving Door,

Part of Life’s Great Process-

Both Entrance and Exit-

the Coming and Going

even Quickly Returning

through Life’s Door

like Jesus or Sri Yukteswar

those Masters Moving Energies,

like Lazarus, like Patients

without ‘Vital Signs’

Quickly Returning Again…

Death is a Revolving Door,

Bodies, Personalities, Stories,

‘Completed’ Missions, Agendas,

all ‘Attachments’ of Spirit

no longer needed, left behind…

Death is a Revolving Door,

Part of the Process of Life-

the Coming and the Going

of Souls Experiencing,

Exploring, Evolving…

Death is Life Continually Moving

between Physical-Spiritual

States of Being- Becoming-

between Densities of Physicalities,

Other Realms and Realities,

through Spectrums of Feelings,

Understandings, Exploring…

Souls Move through Life

Desiring, Creating,

Co-creating with God

then Rest in the Great Oneness,

Resting at Home with God

or Continuing On…

Souls have Free Will

to Stay or Continue On

to Other Adventures,

to Other Fresh Starts,

Forgetting to Remembering,

Moving through Cycles

of Eternal Life,

God’s Everlasting Pure Love

the Power and Essence of Life…

April 8, 2023

Shelley Audrey Wilson

Victoria, BC

Good Friday

Resting Seagull and Sunlight Through Clouds

Good Friday

I thank Jesus and all the World Saviours,

all the famous and unknown Messengers

of God’s Love- unconditional, pure Love,

everywhere here, not just ‘above’.

All over the Earth, the Message is ‘Love’.

Ours is a very, very young Species

easily misguided into Violent Ways

even now in Technological Days,

feeding on Violent Entertainments

barely beyond those of ‘Roman Power’ Days

and all those before them, Violent Ways.

I, too, watch the ‘Murder Mysteries’,

the ‘Who Dun Its’, the Stories of Conflicts,

Entertainments of Facts or Fictions

searching Knowledge and Understandings

of Human Nature and varied World Views.

I’ve been on Both Sides of Arguments, Debates,

over many a subject, wrestling tough Questions,

asserting whatever my current ‘Truths’

with those also holding ‘Rigid or Flexible Truths’.

I was born a welcomed March Baby

under the Astrological Sign, Aries, the Ram

and though often ‘headstrong’- the Ram,

I am most often the passive, shy Ewe

feeding humbly on Spiritual Connections

and exploring Creative Pastimes too.

I’ve learned to question ‘What’s Truth?’…

What’s ‘Right’? and What’s ‘Wrong’? in this World

usually ‘Belongs’ to the ‘Mighty’, the ‘Strong’.

I’ve learned that ‘Truths’ can Change ‘on a dime’

through Misunderstandings or Wisdoms Evolving,

through Circumstances or Consequences

Felt, Experienced, Understood through Time.

‘Good Fridays’ are Reminders of Power Abused,

of Soul Missions Misunderstood, Confusions

Creating Conflicts, Selfless Love as Compassion,

Cruelty and Violence Never Love’s Answer.

I’m just a humble Flower in God’s Garden

with no Status, no binding to a Religion,

no Abilities or Ambitions ‘to Lead’,

just a Soul Passing Through this World

and Loving All Life just being me.,

Loving Life Itself in you and me.

April 7, 2023

Shelley Audrey Wilson

Victoria, BC

Tracks Through Time

A bit wrinkled like me but I came across my old poem done on Wordperfect years ago when looking in my papers for another one I’ll share, inspired by a wonderful post I saw this morning. Several people have also posted tracks in snow these last few weeks so I thought I’d share this different ‘take’ on ‘tracks’.