Life change

Busy, dizzy-  all speeds fast;

people on coffee

and adrenaline’s blast.

Hurrying, scurrying – all in a rush;

Life is chaotic

and time can’t last.

 

Bumping, annoying – this line’s so long!

strangers can’t see

that it’s all about me!

Anger and sarcasm flow as I scream;

hurting and hurling,

these “others” aren’t me.

 

Shocking and stopping – a moment in time.

Suddenly faced

with a heart that is kind!

Eyes seeing, heart hearing,

I’ve paused in the crush-

Life’s suddenly changed!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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Dandelion freckles

Brilliant freckles on the lawn;

glowing yellow, bright and fun.

Children love to pick and hold

common weeds that are so bold!

 

Soon the brilliance has been snuffed;

brightest colour now white fluff.

As the breezes flick and play,

little seeds just float away.

 

Cycles fill my world with zest.

Colours fade but seeds then sprout.

As I shift and dance in flight,

hope dreams big in fresh delight.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

The Wind

When the wind sweeps its fingers through my hair

I feel the brush of distant fields.

It wraps me in the scent embrace

of things I still hold dear.

 

It draws my mind to clover fields

and strolls beneath an open sky.

It soothes my mental chaos with

the scent of pine that looms above

while settling into peace.

 

It paints upon the canvas of my heart,

such scenes of love and aromatic joy.

They sweep me up to mountain peaks.

The cool brisk wind that sings and roars,

as height’s majestic view unfolds

beneath my overhanging toes.

 

It teases memories of another wind

I’ve felt within as spirit soared.

A sweeping lift, that opens sights

of things I’ve dreamed but never seen.

I shift perspective as I rise

as singing swirls of whispered joy,

births tantalizing life.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

A moment shifts

Revelation –  awakens most unusually!

People swarm, seeking something new

as I wander with them blind and so afraid.

Then a moment  shifts my senses,

to explore a world I haven’t seen.

The marvel is, it entices me to fly!

I have stepped across a threshold

and find His whisper shifting my despair.

Now, electric is my present,

while I sense a tremble rising,

I muster up my courage

to leave the norms behind.

Stepping through I’m wakened by this lightening

that’s expansive and sublime,

opening possibility’s connection

to my destiny’s design.

I’m marvelling in the wonder

as my spirit meshes into Life.

I embrace the grace of heaven

as I dance with joy inside my head.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Learning stillness

Waiting in stillness takes time to evolve.

At first there is clutter that doesn’t dissolve.

The stillness is riven by thunder and cloud.

What seemed just so easy , a walk in the park,

has suddenly become a battle that sparks!

 

The choice to be still stays steady on course.

The storm that has gathered is pressed down with force.

A moment of quiet, the winds fade away,

a sense of a whisper that comes from within,

encourages my being to sit still and grin!

 

The ground becomes fluid, resistance has run.

I feel grace stirring; peace kisses my face.

I welcome the shifting, as presence feels sweet.

I’m always surprised as I’m wakened to more.

I”ve spread out my wings I’m ready to explore.

 

Eternity’s vastness can simply surround.

The presence of hope makes a hush all around.

My spirit just twinkles, and life opens wide.

I’ve made a connection  with beauty’s best side.

I’m known, established and fully alive!

Autor – Bill Tidsbury

Spirit dances slow

Choices within the spirit realm can be a little scary.

I thought I knew my self!

My world runs on routine! But when a sudden twist appeared then suddenly,  I leapt off of the tracks. I found I seemed to now run blind, even when the my world was bright with light!

The shift of balance passing through the veil, is often rather quick. I sense a bit of shock and fear in finding fountains sparkling deep within!

The strong protecting walls of life are suddenly very thin! I never knew – with just a breath that rock could shimmer as if on whim!

Now, with Spirit’s brush, my world is bright and full of things unseen. I ponder – what should be my hope in seeking mystery’s delight?

Is there a danger lurking there – can things so bright be real? Or –  have I simply stumbled on a hole in someone else’s dream?

The things that I can see and feel, bring comfort to my soul.

The change occurs not just within , but leaps across to other’s grins. There is this spark, there is a flow, that paints with colours bright. And so I live with wonder’s hope -alive in nature’s rush as Spirit dances slow.

Author – Bill Tidsbury