Another Day has passed.
I place it in the empty space
on the Bookcase of my Past
where Days like many Books
are now shelved in place
remembered or forgotten,
judged as ‘good’ or ‘bad’,
resting there at last.
Here I am in the Now,
this precious, priceless Moment,
a still yet moving flow,
as I create and co-create
another Book before I go.
April 20, 2022
Shelley Wilson
Flowers For Children:
The Quiet Place
When angry people
make me mad
and stir up fears…
When hurtful people
make me sad
and cause me tears…
When harsh noises
feel so bad
and hurt my ears…
I find inside
the Still Place,
the Quiet Place
where I draw inside
and paint a Place
where I am Glad…
where I can be
Happy and Care Free…
a Place no one
can take from me…
a Holy Place
where I am safe…
I am in Peace
and Peace is in me…
I am in Love
and Love is in me…
I am in Joy
and Joy is in me…
I draw Peace
and Love and Joy
where they can be
as Life on Earth
was meant to be…
I carry that Place,
that Special Place
inside of me
and it carries me
through
the mad and sad
and angry World
everywhere I see…
Though I am just
a Little Child,
I know
that Place and Way
to Light-en up
my Day…
February 20, 2022
Shelley Wilson
Flowers For Children:
A Child of Life
You are a Jewel
of great worth,
a Child of Life
on Planet Earth.
Your Love shines
as Diamonds
and Sunbeams
and Moonbeams
and Rainbows
and Starlight.
Your Mind and Heart
are clear and bright.
Quick to forgive,
you wish no harm
to anyone
or anything.
Your Light is strong.
You bless the Earth
and all who live,
or ever lived,
just by Being You.
Your Love of Life
grows ever strong.
The Heavens rejoice.
The Angels sing.
A Child of God,
you are a Jewel
of great worth,
one of many
to bless this Earth.
When Forces press
to crush, they fail.
You are Love’s Light
and shall prevail.
Like Diamonds,
you grow stronger still.
Your Spirit shines
ever brighter still,
for you are Life
Living on and on…
(February 19, 2022-
Shelley Wilson)
Reading My Books
As I read to the end of this book,
though it takes decades or days,
I’ve become ever more aware
that it unfolds in different ways
than times I’ve read it before.
Then I smile when I look upon
all those books upon my shelves.
They hold such different stories,
my other selves and their histories.
I can read tales of drudgeries and glories,
ecstasies and miseries, tragedies and follies.
There’s so many tales both old and new-
quiet, peaceful lives, lives of bold adventures,
tales of shared or unrequited love,
and so much more in peace and war
that I have often read before.
Beyond my sight sit books of wonder
I sometimes sense and feel-
new visions of life to read and write,
new lives to read, reread, cowrite,
new dreams and desires to make real
in changeable circumstances, conditions,
contextual fields, dualities, realities,
all Spirit’s creative inventions.
I read my books and smile…
July 16, 2021
Shelley Wilson
I was a young child when a black and white TV became the focal point of our house.
Until then, all the magic of my youthful mind was found between the covers of library books. I feasted on them, devouring words and images that expanded my world, deepened my understandings and stirred my imagination.
Books were precious and sacred and respected. How I loved to borrow as many as I could at one time and ‘cloister’ in my bedroom to read happily for hours.
First the TV was a charming novelty, a new toy of sound and pictures that sometimes turned to what the adults called ‘snow’. There were two channels then- one English and one French. At a certain time every night, they both signed off.
The children’s and adult’s programs were quite ‘innocent’ by today’s standards. Even the news was far less ‘graphic’. The few ads were ‘tolerable interruptions’. It was a friendly introduction to home media hypnosis that has now ‘progressed’ to an orgy of mind-deadening repetitious ads with moments of entertainment and information between.
From the unsophisticated entertainments to the glamorized comedies and dramas of those early days, then eventually to the fake ‘reality’ shows of amateur actors and badly written ‘scripts’, to the mind twisting horror shows and depravities aimed at immature minds, to the blatant psychological warfare of multiple agendas, to… what next???
About the time of the fake ‘reality’ shows with the amateur actors and the badly written ‘scripts’, I decided to unplug from TV World. Like so many, I turned to the Internet sites for information and entertainment. How quickly that became a cesspool of toxicity here and there with more mental darkness than light available. I ‘walk through’ these like one walks through a mine field to find something of value.
So tonight, I will be reading in my bedroom surrounded by precious books. I will be feasting on words and images I’ve carefully chosen to expand my world, deepen my understandings and stir my imagination.
I am about to savour the true goodness found in the nurturing serenity of quietly reading a book I hold as I happily nourish my mind.
January 24, 2021
Shelley Wilson
Flowerpoet 
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