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 lived

Life lived is gritty.

I wrestle with such broken things

and find my nails have filled with crud!

It’s hard to grasp things when their slimed,

they slip away, and then you find,

they hit you on the head!

 

Life lived is bumpy.

I merrily drift along – my life intact,

until a turn slams me to the ground!

And then as potholes throw me round,

I find I’m bruised, and then with dread

I hit that spot again!

 

Life lived is precious.

I find a hand supporting me.

Your eyes reach out to ease my pain.

And suddenly I’m me again!

I find a joy. I share a laugh.

Sharing opens doors to gold!

 

Life lived is positive.

I’m free again to hold your hand.

I hold a child tight and how she sings!

Kids snuggle in and whisper things,

that open wide such happy tunes.

Then eyes alight  – we dance!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Simple things

Simple things that sharpen my senses, often surprise me as they drift on by. My moments get filtered by other’s perspectives, demanding focus and breaking calm’s frame.

Yet deep within I know hunger, for those things that flow when I’m still. It is in that instant when focus is sharpest that suddenly insight dances with me.

The sunlight seems brighter, the breeze oh so edgy, as crystal sharp light  that opens my dreams. I choose to release it, to step free of shadows and simply delight in the dew and the rain.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

 

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

The flame of trust

To trust without a guarded heart,

helps me to see beyond my fears.

There is a path of freedom here.

If only you show the way!

 

To hope that you can show me how,

releases grace to trust somehow.

Yet in the quiet, behind the walls,

I still do shiver in dread.

 

Who do I face when I cannot trust?

What is the force that blinds my eye?

Why do the chains so pull me near,

to that which thrives on fear?

 

And yet the flame of trust does burn,

and as it burns it clears my head.

I see again what beauty is,

And see my world – arisen from the dead.

 

The mystery of a fearless life,

is like a beacon on a storm tossed sea.

It pulls me in and guides me true,

To soar above and enjoy the view.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Life’s synergy

Child chortles,

the sound captures hearts.

Something so innocent

fills me with awe!

 

Unconscious play,

creates worlds with flare.

It really is powerful –

a heart that soars free!

 

Soft eyes of love

open life’s synergy.

Releasing hope’s feet

to dance all day long!

 

Contagious life –

so vital it’s wild.

A gift to the hurting –

Your dream is my song!

Author – Bill Tidsbury