Dandelion seeds detach from the parent Blown by the wind to settle where they can. Like the spark of the Divine dispersing And dividing to populate these lands To make a new life, ignorant of Source And the filaments of connection Still trailing in their wake. Puff! And they’re set free On the adventure that is life Puff! Growing strong now Being the best that they can be Puff! A final surrender of the self So that offspring may thrive.
In my dream world I see animals roam free
Not peered at through the bars of a cage
The scent of liberty carries thick in the air
Like the heady perfume of hibiscus blooms
I see wisdom and compassion flow in men
Like a river of hope, returning these souls
from whence they came
Sweet nectar of innocence the shared gain
The longing for home grows swiftly
Captivity, a forgotten cruelty.
In my dream world all are free
To fulfil their own destiny.
Faerie rings where nature sings
Its joyful call to play
Sandalphon’s strings are played
Within this woodland sphere of blue
Nymphs and sprites and flames so bright
Frolic and spin, alive in the night.
Gossamer wings flit to and fro
And squeals of delight permeate the site:
This sacred sphere, this magical sight
The woods are alive with Faeries tonight!
Do not pity me if my eyes are sealed shut to the outside world.
For the realm behind these shutters is a kaleidoscope of beauty.
I sit on a lotus blossom in my mind, cast adrift in ecstasy
in a timeless space where joy is pink and green
and every colour in between.
Where beauty is an endless emoticon.
I am submerged in this cosmic bliss. I am this celestial pulse.
Would that you could see the beauty within me
and feel every colour in my heart!
Prise open the eyes of your Soul and discover the beauty that you own.
I see You now, in the flowing waters of the stream
Brighter and clearer than any diamond
I hear You now, in the silence of my heart
Louder and richer than any song
I feel You now, in the wind caressing my face
Sweeter and more tender than a lover’s touch
I taste You now, in the raindrops of an April shower
More refreshing than a morning cup of tea
I smell You now, in the bluebells and snowdrops of the forest
More exquisite and uplifting than any perfume