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

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Life is

Life is so fragile, I chose to protect it’s wonder with walls that drown and are hard.

Now I’ve released it alive to dance free, the glory of living – found in transparency.

 

Life is a palette so clean and unmarked. Yet quickly gets filled with colours that swirl.

The radiance mixed, paints a canvas with style while leaving the palette the work of a child!

 

Life is a whisper, caressed in my dreams – in stillness beauty can blossom serene.

So often I’ve missed it, while racing to be, somewhere important to fears that aren’t me!

 

Life is a breath, so vital yet airy. It’s substance seems missing, yet fills me with joy.

Released in the mystery of joy’s perfect heart, finds its companion to sing beauty’s art.

 

Life is a bubble, so shiny and bright. It grows and extends till grasped by  the wind.

So bright and mysterious, it floats in the breeze, till ending the journey – touching earth and leaves.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Thunder’s forecast

I was walking home in the rain last night -without an umbrella – and in the dark, with no flashlight. The power was off in the neighbourhood! I was able to just focus on  the beautiful gentle warm sprinkle that was kissing me.

Yet, as I walked I became surrounded by the flash of lightening; they were huge glistening bolts that shattered the sky. The thunder in warm tropical air is something to experience. It rumbles and shakes your soul and feels like the whole sky is being torn apart. The evening became filled with those searing moments, when every detail of each tiny pebble on the road ahead was laid bare – yet for just that fractional second before the thundering rumble of the drum from heaven beat down upon the earth. The storm seemed to be around me, upon me and within me! It was amazing.

And still, each step I took was within the tranquility of a gently falling rain. A drizzle – so at odds with the storm above.

Sometimes – Life seems like that!

I have to choose – what details will I attend to?

Will I panic at the sense of something scarier possibly coming –

 -and miss the moment of grace I am actually in?

The storm never did become the torrent that the thunder and lightening foretold!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Daring to live

One man lies , another man dies, fear’s breaking of trust’s fine thread.

A lie leaps from panic, it’s promise to hide, as deadly as ocean’s riptide.

 

A woman weeps and a man just sleeps, sampling their pain as they run.

We seek some release, while choked by despair, dying as we bounce downstairs.

 

A mother awakes, a baby partakes – its part of life without sleep!

A sacrifice lived, a love framed in flesh, breathes sparks that friends can nourish.

 

A boy lifts a hand, a girl takes a stand, it’s courage that makes us aware.

We feel the heroic, the craziness flowing, when hope sees love’s eyes glowing!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Spirit strength

Subtle promptings seem to guide,

faint suggestions slip fleeting by.

I sense a breeze, a breath of life,

that pulls me to a dear heart’s sigh .

 

Eyes that look are dry and clear,

yet in their depths there lies deep fear.

A faint ephemeral wisp of hope,

it stirs within, disguised – alone.

 

No one can see, no one does feel,

yet Spirit strength bends in to heal.

To see beyond the chic facade,

and wrap a heart in arms of love.

 

An entity profound does live,

within the reach of those who stretch.

They grasp at hope in spite of dread

and meet the one whose hands died red.

 

Those red hands come embraced in me.

Warm love ignites those eyes once dead.

Real life made near by Love divine,

stirs laughter’s spring where anguish dreamed.

Author  – Bill Tidsbury

Facing the questions

As I meander in my journey, I am recognizing that all questions must be faced!

For example, the question – “Why do I crave something addictive?”- is at the root of many broken areas of life. Whether it is a chemical substance, an adrenaline rush or simply approval, if I do not find an answer, I will live in a shadow world – never realizing freedom. Always hiding, always struggling.

The challenge is to recognize those moments when the question comes bubbling up into my conscious mind as a gift of grace! The exact moment in time that it flows into my awareness is actually a moment primed for discovery! The moment has intruded in discomfort! It has grabbed my attention as circumstances have shone a spotlight on some aspect of my life that permits my eyes to see clearly, if only for a few minutes.

The questions when they float up into my thoughts, invite me to honesty. Each question asks me to face my fears and sorrows. Rejection, confusion, and intentional harm are part of life. Each event slices me open in many and varied ways. All of them unique, all of them painful! Generally I learn to run and hide, be angry, be busy, be dismissive, be arrogant, be strong, or be victimized. All of it, in a pattern of my own evolution.

The challenge is to let my journey teach me a courage that is grounded in hope. When I can not believe I really have a capacity greater than that which I have realized to date, I “have to” hide in fear. I can be so sure that I am on the brink of discovering my innate lack of significance! I will run away from this nightmare!

Yet, the journey also draws me into encounters that show me that I have purpose. It reveals unique attributes that no one else can quite exhibit – in the unique way I do. I find those others on the journey who delight in that uniqueness and find me quite refreshing – if I but have the courage to reveal myself and not merely be a mirror reflecting back the jumble of my bustling surroundings.

Each of us needs to find an answer to this question- “Who will look into my eyes and find me precious, or cherished, or loved?” I can be part of that answer! It does not take too much progress in the journey to discover that there is a spiritual reality that causes each one of us to sparkle in ways that makes me truly beautiful to any one who has eyes to see. Catch the sparkle – be the answer. Face the questions, find the answers! I have always been surprised by how many have been waiting to meet me! You will too!

Opportunities

Walls!

Defining us.

Keeping us apart!

Safety comes with boundaries.

Joy’s wine knows no strangers.

Fear roars out seeing hidden shoals.

Opportunities coalescing – transparency’s kiss is life giving!

Shielded eyes only see the expected.

Lonely isolation creates haunted eyes.

My eyes leak light!

Gentleness is profound.

Intimacy’s cradle

lives!

Author – Bill Tidsbury