Gentle Breeze A cool, gentle breeze,
she moves through the shop’s open door-
flowers and plants stir from slumber
and garden fairies stretch their wings.
Harriet works her magic too
as trails of leaves lay
in scattered, windswept piles…
a testament to her care and art.
No wild tempest, our Harry is
a disciplined, refreshing force of Nature,
inspiring and transparent as air
breezing through the flower shop.
(Our Remembrance Day- my digital music composition)
Remembrance Day
Let us remember
all who’ve died in war,
anytime, anywhere…
all who’ve suffered in war,
anytime, anywhere…
We have forgotten something…
Let us remember
those who’ve paid ‘the price’,
that hell-forged coin
of victory and loss,
two-sided and yet still one…
We have forgotten something…
Let us remember
why we fought for rights,
why we fought for freedoms,
or why we fought for others’ glory,
for the glory of their wealth and power…
We have forgotten something…
Let us remember
why we fought for love or fear,
the sacrifice of those held dear,
how violent death meant ‘problem solved’,
and acceptance meant ‘uninvolved’…
We have forgotten something…
Let us remember
what we are forgetting still,
our primitive species of ‘fight and kill’
can evolve to see itself as one,
the Life of our life, though many, as one.
We choose to empower fear or love,
destroying ourselves or rising above
differences, finding values that unite,
enriching all with wise insight…
A world of love or world of fear…
a collective choice
empowered by your choice and mine…
harmonious unity or hostile division,
goodwill action or hateful derision
fuelling feuds that rage through time…
The history of our past is clear,
a shout, a scream, a silent tear…
What fate shall we now create
from our collective mental state?
Shall we repeat, repeat what came before,
dysfunctional patterns and beliefs, or,
open our hearts and minds to better ways
to lighten our lives and brighten our days?
Let us remember ever and always,
‘We are all one.’
Shelley Wilson
11/11/11
11 a.m. November 11, 2011 May your Spirit shine brightly,Shelley
Beware the Whirlpool in the Stream of Life! Watch as it swirls in contention and strife! Caught in the eddy, so many backward turn! To destruction they go as the waters churn!
Discordant Religions speak ‘love’ then ‘kill’, beliefs that do harm, claiming ‘God’s will’.
Wealth of deadly weapons, untold powers of so few… mass murders justified, World crises ‘on cue’…
Paranoia, lies, and Techno-spying proliferates Global insanity. Only LOVE will say, “ENOUGH!!! What is THIS? Humanity!”
“Rise from your slavery to a deity with such needs, and all that which empowers Fear for gains and for greed.”
“Let go of Yesterday’s gods of vengeance, violence, and hate. BE the Love that UPLIFTS! BE the Hope of your Fate.”
The Universe listens. The Heavens await. Make THAT shift to rebirth for a World we ALL co-create.
1980’s and October 17, 2011
What say we, the people,
living our burdened, brain-washed lives,
giving away our inherent freedoms and rights
to slavish fears, false security, lies, and spies?
What say we, the people,
still dying in strategized ‘war games’
of conflicts carefully planned to control or kill-
mass murders, addictions, diseases to target and cull?
What say we, the people,
to the hidden few atop the pyramid of power
creating the dramas of our collective fate,
a World enslaved to obey and do their will?
I say, “We are all one.”
I say, “We inherit what we create.”
The impoverished many and the wealthiest few
shall all be reborn to know this too.
This Truth is true light to illuminate
dark forces and blind shadows that serve
those who would enslave our World.
Rebirth lifts up the lowly and makes low the high.
Spirit sees and knows every thought and plan
devised and enacted through the mind of Man.
Life lights the way. Where Love is strong, all fear is gone.
How I love the silky feel of Leisure, now precious and rare, Leisure light and free of heavy work and care… How my skin delights in Leisure’s lingering baths washing worries away, as sweet scents, exotic oils, soothe and heal the weary days… How I love the satin sight of Leisure’s robes, the draping flow and touch, like gentle kisses and caresses in the embrace of a soft couch… How often I hear Leisure, wise and patient Leisure, call me to recline, call me to simply ‘be’ between demands of busy Time…
October 6, 2011
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