Journey into Love: Courage

Courage calls me out to dare, to hope, believe there’s more out there.

It is a risk to leap against,

all past experience and my dread.

Yet, deep within my spirit breathes.

It is connected to a fire that lives.

It casts a light upon my dread and breaks the lies that keep me dead.

So,

rising up to dance unchained,

I crush the broken hell of shame

and lift my head to eyes that live

and speak my name in ways that make me feel again.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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Laughter’s mirth

Laughter’s mirth springs forth like surf.

It crashes in and makes heads spin.

It’s steady rhythm brings a jig

of life’s resurgent joyful wine.

It bubbles up and then explodes

in glorious waves that are so bold.

It breaks the frame, it blows the door

on all the prissy mouths that scold.

And suddenly, out in plain view

as people wet the floor

while seeking hard to catch their breath

before another spasm drowns their dread –

Life’s restored!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Free to be

Vast! Stillness, open space

lifts my being into grace.

As eye meets distance and rebounds,

my spirit grasps

and poised forever on the brink,

I smoothly flow as if a speck!

 

So, I dance in hyper-space,

intertwined in love that’s lace.

My heart disperses. Scattered wide,

my being weaves;

while conscious streams, as golden threads,

form beauty and replace all dreads.

 

Still! While inner negations yield,

presence sings, calling sweetly.

Knowing slips within unknowing.

My spirit’s subtle!

Blossom’s grace embraces fire,

and free to be – now flying higher!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Dream’s substance

Deep within,  my world is vast,

most lies hidden, still unseen.

For the contours of the known

colour in the field of dreams.

All the substance of the mystery,

lies as through a shifting view.

It is gossamer’s seductive hinting,

that’s deplored by logic’s pride.

 

Music haunts the soul that’s open.

Dancing’s grace, a heart’s embrace.

In the majesty of bowing,

kaleidoscopes of life are spun.

Wonder’s kiss releases lightening.

Things so finte seem to pale.

Knowing what is only hinted,

breathes dream’s substance and prevails.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Wisdom’s grace

Wisdom’s grace is missed with ease,

when I listen to fancy’s breeze.

The sweet caress of easy ways,

promises hope, then leaves me dazed.

 

A trap is found in history’s logic

passed down for years as if its tonic.

It blocks the heart that feeds on fears,

and leaves my present in arrears.

 

Wisdom’s grace comes in with freedom.

It gently kisses, creates anew.

Wisdom’s quiet ways come singing,

dancing smoothly with identity’s “being”.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

On being the One.

Young girl with eyes so bright,

listens with hope instead of fright.

The hope is strong, I can feel the shift,

of power found, of dreams that lift.

The spirit deep within her feels,

the awakening hint of sparks that flare.

She senses deep within a force.

that yearns for her to dance of course!

The music hints of a grander role,

so tied to dreams once only mourned.

Her breath at moments, is caught and held,

as mystery sings and her heart just rings.

It all connects with the Spirit’s breath,

whose fire inspires as she flees her death.

The power flows freely to break the chains,

of life that’s lived under fears domain.

 

She sits up straighter-

her eyes are clear!

There’s steel in her backbone!

There’s strength in her arm!

She’s stepped out of passive

she’s ready to run,

with dreams that inspire

to actually become!

 

The sun still is shining, the rain will still fall,

but she has become the valiant, the One!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Honours blessing

Heart’s that can be lifted upward,

yearn to see the light of day.

When they feel the Spirit’s urging,

they can breathe and so can say:

“I was drowning, scared, uncertain,

when a light shone clear as day.

Now I’m joyful, in this moment

as I dance upon my grave.’

 

Little words and fingers touching,

say that fragile trust’s been born.

Chains of shame lie shattered, silent.

Instead of shame, now, honour’s fame

sings with intimacy’s connection’s won.

Recognition is never status,

it is heart’s delighted trust

in one who gives and doesn’t run.

 

Honour’s blessing is often hidden,

as I walk life’s dusty trails.

I am living, simply giving,

who I am, with this jaded orb!

Yet the tendrils of love’s fragrance,

is a force that builds with time,

as my heart is more transparent,

and my eyes just won’t be blind.

Author – Bill Tidsbury