Craft a treasure

Craftsman shaping – seeing possibilities in a broken shell!

Eyes that see uniquely, while others only stare.

Grasping some elusive vision – touching what’s in pieces,

He carves within hard shell his visionary form.

 

Sated eyes that drift, always glancing never seeing further,

The darting shows they’re not within their comfort zone.

They left a cruise ship far away and wander seeking,

for an electric happenstance to give them form.

 

I am shaping what I touch, yet often simply unaware.

My eyes if drifting, need to see the grace that’s itching to be formed.

When my destiny with pressure rumbles,

will I craft a treasure in my tattered soul,

or, simply what till someone shapes my form?

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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Living Gently

Day’s end drifts into the night,

clouds up high yet burning bright.

Breezes whisper peace be still,

Living gently with the flow of life.

 

Sunsets always kiss the day –

beauty’s brush of joy in play.

Then the silken night envelopes

bringing dreams to dance and say:

 

“Each event within your journey,

shapes an effervescent theme.

Delight is crafted through the process,

that ferments the sour into wine.”

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Letting “being” rise

Quiet night, crickets chirp and jam,

Ocean breezes drift across my way.

Star are bright, as peace writes in the sand.

My heart is resting as pressures fade!

 

Surf’s a rumble, distant – far away,

Yet it’s rhythm creates a comfort true.

Accepting each new instant’s sonnet,

Breathes in me the need to hope anew.

 

Resting, always in a moment.

Breathing slowly, letting “being” rise.

Being anchored in the grace of heaven,

while you whisper gently by my side.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Unpredicted futures

Swell surges, as the water ferry slowly rises,

It is a beautiful day on Caribbean waters!

Sunlight sparkles as the ripples glisten,

silver glitter on the deep blue sea.

 

Wake unfolds as the mountains fade behind,

a streak of white in a field of blue.

The direction is certain, uncertainty lies ahead,

Waiting for an unpredicted future to unfold.

 

Settled gently on a tropical island paradise,

Life’s gifts come through forks along the way.

Receiving gratefully, that which was unplanned,

opens joy’s tranquility to hearts that are aligned.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Breathing Again

I looked deep into a young women’s eyes,

she longed for love but knew it would never come.

She ached for decisions made that weren’t her own.

She cried inside.

 

I felt the deep emotion rise, of one who sees inside.

I felt the yearning heart of love, that lives above.

I felt the tears leak out my eyes, as for a moment,

She felt a sigh.

 

To sense that hope is more than words,

requires actions that aren’t absurd.

There is a mystery in Spirit’s wind, that feels like breath.

A moment comes, and walls come down,

She breathed again.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Eyes that sing

What I seek I rarely find

it really is a curiosity!

I thirst for things I can’t define

and when I drink I don’t find wine.

It slips within and causes ache

and then I wish I hadn’t tried.

 

The promise always seems alive,

I see it clearly before my eyes.

I reach to touch, the vapour goes –

now I feel the fool once more.

I want to hide; I yearn to slide,

beneath my chair and simply die.

 

Yet still the thirst won’t go away.

It is so real, it cries for more.

There’s so much water within an ocean,

yet none of it will answer thirst!

Can there be thirst without some drink,

that satisfies and doesn’t stink?

 

And so I wander seeking rest,

to drink – to find inheritance.

To grasp and hold the things that thrive,

that flourish in a heart that’s live.

I know this thirst can still be quenched,

’cause eyes that sing are satisfied!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Solitude’s intent

Solitude

bares the soul,

and opens wide the silence

that quiets raucous noise.

 

Quiet,

unleashes

clamouring voices within

that stir up hidden fears.

 

Voices

multiply

as I lose sight of living

and only seek to please.

 

Vision

comes as  breath.

Electric pulse that frees my heart

to be the hidden me.

 

Freedom!

Scandalous

vitality of being

that only I can see.

 

Unique,

yet in love,

with my perfect counterpart.

Together we create.

Author – Bill Tidsbury