Contagious vitality

Joy that springs

and dance that flings-

this radiance of a heart that lives

aflame!

Quiet whispers

that speak of grace.

Sparks lighting up the depths-

as fireflies!

Eyes that twinkle.

Hidden sparkles

reaching past infinity –

”Being” is found!!

Vibrant and alive,

the colours blossom,

the laughter soars-

as live is lived!

Holding hands-

heads thrown back.

Contagious vitality

in tranquility.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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Imagination

Imagination -inspiration’s rush!

It all just happens in a flash.

Certainties explode within life’s bedrock

as transposition breaks normalcy’s hush.

The shift is sudden, the growth absurd,

as light travels faster than what’s observed.

Time bows its head as vision clears

so what is seen is left behind for what will be!

My spirit soars above the plain;

I see both as I was and what I’ll be.

I dwell within a paradox

that “mind” tries desperately to quell.

Will I live free

or settle back and in my dullness be?

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Still Entwined

The crash of pain as thief’s violent shock,

opens wide deep wounds from history’s womb.

The crashing wave looms over all that’s dear,

We brace in rage, fearing crushing loss.

Yet ache to rest in lost fairytale’s bliss.

 

The welcome warmth of a heartfelt hug

that connects my heart, giving life to hope.

Spontaneous moments when our spirits join,

I feel the flow from life’s gracious source,

so stand renewed within destiny’s course.

 

The crash of pain … The warmth of heart.

The open wounds …. The balm of love.

The wave that looms … The Spirit’s touch.

The rage we feel …. The flame of life.

 

We are bound together, in grief or joy.

We live connected in the maze of life.

We seek escape and rush to pain,

while holding fast to crumbling fame.

Yet while entwined, I can still be “me”,

to live authentic, transformed and so free.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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

On Leadership

Authority flows when trust unites,

with the heart that is hurting

and the brave who don’t cave.

Might never blossoms into power’s release ,

nor does chemistry vitalize strength.

It is the honour I live in

that guides hearts to yield

believing that wisdom

flows with hope from above.

 

Leaders can leap out,

warriors inspire,

when light shines upon ones who’ve given their all.

The pain of the offering ,

the gift of devotion,

shifts hearts to align with their dreams of release.

This power when poured out

upon thirsty ground, lifts up the heart broken,

to step into their call.

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