Sometimes Life presents us with surprises
along the roads we journey on,
an unexpected herd of bison
grazing with a camel in Vermont.
Sometimes we open to presentiments,
slowing down as we wonder why,
precious seconds graced as a deer darts by.
‘Intuiting’, the spirit of “Live Free Or Die”.
Sometimes we’re puzzled and perplexed…
‘wrong turns’ and ‘saving detours’ designed by ‘Fate’
that we, as Humanity, collectively create—
bridges of love and peace, or roads of rage and hate.
‘Time and Distance to Destination’
measured by a growing higher sense
speeds slow Evolution by Life’s Surprise Events.
‘UFO Beams Down Camel In Vermont’.
November 9, 2008
(Close Your Eyes and Ride the Stream- my digital music composition)
Contact hugs, Shelley to Claude…
Greetings! We connect and ‘refuel’ again…
…coded rings of coloured light-energy…
opening portals in space and time…
Reading profiles, signals, signs,
here we meet in this timeline…
Clocks melt in paradigm shifts.
Creations…inertia lifts…
Realities change
as the Universe laughs.
Out of the dead box again!!!
Have you ever heard The One…
Yes, I ‘dared’ a time or two…
Did you hear the bells ring true…
Things seen and done by few…
Flying machines and inner sights,
mundane planes to violet heights…
Grave gravity to Life loving fun…
Siriusly, the Dog Stars know us well,
though they may never tell.
(Mars, too, once was our ancient ‘home’,
but that’s another paradigm poem.)
Forms transform, evolve, dissolve…
Spirit wears ‘us’ for a while
with a silent wink and smile.
Hidden Power in disguise
sees Itself in ‘other’s’ eyes.
Thanks for dinner and walk about!
Hatshepsut to Napoleon…
Shelley to Claude…
Roger, over and out.
(June 23, 2008)
I found sweet joy in Mykonos
on rock and hill, in sea and air,
but where I found it strong and full
was in the smile of people there.
I found sweet memory in Mykonos
tasting life there a short while,
gathering treasures as I did,
real and rich as the Mykonos smile.
(May 21, 2008)
Just Passing Through
We’re all just passing through
this realm of joy and pain,
Souls on a great Adventure,
Life’s experience to gain.
Some seek comforts in safe havens,
others seek danger to feel alive.
Some feast on their desires,
others struggle to survive.
Divine creations, we evolve
by thought and deed and consequence,
paths well worn or those less travelled.
Attitude rules circumstance.
Some are challenged by misfortune,
loss of all that’s valued here,
stripped of everything but Spirit,
Love expressed in those held dear.
We weep our own and other’s losses,
seeking answers as we pray.
None can judge the Soul’s Agenda
as we journey on our way.
Shelley Wilson
May 14, 2008
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