Thunder’s pulse

At times the pull of thunder’s pulse,

can shake the senses with its surge.

Wonders splashed with colours true

seem so blinding to  eyes still new,

and all around the surge of grace

dampens breath as hush takes shape

and makes the air as thick as ocean’s blue.

These times are real and open vistas pure

that say I really am alive with You.

 

At times the crazy way that people talk,

fills up my head with words of fluff.

The chatter and the busyness seems

designed to say life’s only memes!

The crazy way that movies plot

and then the games that leap and cheer,

all call my senses to deny

that peace exists and love is nigh.

The noise betrays my anxious heart

as things shriek out – “You’re never part!”

 

When suddenly, I find a  moment pure,

when in an instant bright eyes smile.

They speak of life and mystery’s glee,

enveloping me with their soul’s delight.

Anew I see, that  life is bright when hearts are free.

A child imagines, and young man grins,

the beauty invites the best of me

and all is right when dreams can be.

 

And in these eyes, I hear the vibe ,

of thunder’s roar that was outside.

The grace that drives that awesome rumble,

is the same face that sees through eyes.

I twist and see a shift in space,

to really see and not erase,

to open up to treasure’s joy

and find the seed though buried cold!

And so I feel creation’s splendour

living gritty as I taste and wonder.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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Drink Deep

Drink deep of life!

Life is real not jaded. Life is vibrant and embraces hope.

Life sees past the debris of circumstances and invites curiosity!

Life delights in twinkle, in reality – the grittiness of the journey and yet always opens the door of hope.

 

Life dwells in joy, in peace and in the hope of what others can be through grace.

Life shares a belief in others; Invites others up to the image of what they think they have lost.

 

To speak Life is to create a harmonic that has to shift things within each soul that hungers.

Speaking Life awakens the fire.

Speaking Life startles the spirit within!

Life says all is not lost.

I am heard; I’ve been responded to; I am not dead.

Vitality still has an echo within me!

 

So

 

I believe!

I believe in the beauty of Life.

I know that I know that Life is a gift and that You are its author.

I know that each expression of Life is a treasure.

It is worth everything to awaken Life –

 to delight in the startling wonder   ———   of Life emergent.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Silky threads

Spider’s silky thread,

so tenuous at its best,

forms a gleam of silver

in the light of day.

What can seem so pretty,

harbours hidden risk,

for small and fragile beings,

who venture unaware.

 

Beings, big and clumsy,

stride with confidence.

Shatter threads of silver-

surprising irritants!

When two worlds connecting

are in conflict sure,

’tis the the one most forceful

dominates what’s pure.

 

Whether small or looming,

beings wander by.

Some are caught in conflict,

others brush on by.

In the press of living,

ignoring racket’s blare,

I see only beauty

and guard the things most rare.

Author- Bill Tidsbury

Beautiful culture

Anyone can detect that which is less than ideal. My eye is amazing at picking out the detail of imperfection – whether in what should be a straight line, or a “perfect” smile. Culture trains us to discern nuance. What is stylish; what is acceptable: what is beautiful; what can I do without?

The reality is that I have been sculpted to gravitate towards those who fit the mould labeled “valued”. It takes grit to turn my heart from superficial fickle appearances to the undiscovered beauty that awaits discovery behind eyes that lie empty.

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An apple seed contains the future tree in all its glorious splendour. Interestingly, it bears no resemblance to its promise. The tree’s tremendous complexity and fruitfulness is encoded within its depths. This future reality is difficult to perceive and identify. I value a seed for what it will be as much as for what it is. The two are vitally linked.

A seed planted and nurtured opens the power of a harvest that is well worth waiting for.

Beautiful culture that is rich and rewarding requires my investment in the seeds of those around me. Unless we cultivate the treasure of each other, we will consume our inheritance in the desperation of the moment. What we create is a barren desert for those who come after us. All the while I criticized the imperfection of seeds that were never given the chance to germinate!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Add a moonbeam

Walking home alone at night, makes the familiar strange. In place of colours and detail grand, there ’s awkward forms that haunt the gloom. These daytime trees loom dark against the sky, and in the shadows creep things that seem to hide.

And then above, a beam springs out. A soft white light that hid behind a storm. It’s silver light spins webs of life upon the giant forms that loomed.  A glorious stream of sparkles now appear to paint the world as if surreal. And in the glow I smile.

Then I sense the humid air and with it fragrance sweet. The blossoms have opened up their hearts to share their beauty in the dark. It always is a grand surprise to meet a symphony at my door. I look around and wonder why the night has no encore!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Journey’s insistent call

When I find my path is choked with things that threaten me with doom; when I step outside and sense my fear instead of  the wonder of the stars – that is when I seem to need a voice that sing’s of hope with hints of what ’s ahead.

Yet listening is so difficult when noise just fills the air. It’s so much easier to hear the roar of all the things that scare. I also find at times like these, I grip complacency’s despair, and not the quiet counsel that heartens me to dare.

I want to stay the same, it is so familiar with my souvenirs up on the shelf! The problem is that what I seek, are vistas from a mountain I haven’t even seen. I wish that mountain view would simply come to me. Instead, I find that I must trek to places now unknown.

The step that hurts is when I part with routines that were my friends. They sob and cry as I leave behind what separated me from what I dream.  Now, as I step into fields unknown, I find surprise arising – fresh joy!

The journey is a process that requires me to leave and then embrace the new that opens life to soar. I exchange my familiar for the beauty of vision found. I open wide to impossibilities that never could be dreamed – without my journey’s insistent call.

Author – Bill Tidsbury