Journey’s curves

To yield, to seek, to laugh, to love;

The journey flows between the hills.

The curves ahead obscure the view,

of what will flow from each day’s tread.

I wander through this novel place.

It’s full of beauty, of fragrance full,

with moments shifting from grey to blue.

Hearts are seen as caresses grace

the moments we share unseen.

Then, hope gives way to loss.

Darkness floods the gloom

yet, brightened by the rising moon.

Glorious day soon paints things bright.

Pastel glory shines upon the hills.

Life renewed –

time again to choose-

my dream!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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Peace in the journey

Peace for the mind appears like a matrix.

It’s pieces are tidy and loose ends aren’t frayed.

It’s beauty arises through the flowing of symmetry

that gifts my journey, paths that have clarity.

 

Peace for the heart is the warmth of embrace,

in the music of feelings that kiss healing grace.

It’s beauty arises from wellsprings of love,

that sparkle around us and shield us each day.

 

Peace for the spirit is a lake set so still.

Its infinite glory frames my essence to “be”.

It’s beauty arises from  life’s light that births,

all of the wonder of life’s fractal mirth.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Etchings

Wrinkles are written as I touch and flow.

Furrows formed beneath the weight of grief,

strike history’s story for all to see.

 

Joy’s most gracious glow

leaves marks upon my glass.

As I lift life’s frothy splash to cheer vitality!

Memories mark my journey’s vibrant song.

 

Spirit slips within,

unseen and smooth as glass.

Life’s electricity vibrates the humming strings,

tuning orchestra’s ode

to the fullness of beauty’s hope.

 

Community mixes fine,

the curious blend of travellers dreams.

Hearts alive are free to dance –

intoxicated within encounter’s spice,

blending heart and spirit

marking harmony’s face around my eyes.

 

So now I wear my journey,

as nature’s tattoo etched on skin.

I watch with growing wonder,

– the grace that flows around.

Delicate ink scribes this moment’s time.

 

Moments write my story,

smoothing pain’s erosion in the balm of Life.

Forgiving opens windows,

renewing soul’s elasticity.

 

Silken caresses soften skin,

releasing eternity’s peace,

and may face is free!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Culture’s colour

Clash of cultures, how we see,

is as varied as fish in seas!

When we live and speak as one,

we shape the world and it becomes.

Some create a world with walls,

Others dream of skies that move.

When we look at other’s eyes,

if they differ we then deny.

 

Some delight in musics pound

Others choose a lilt that lifts.

Some repose in structures bare,

other’s colours light the night!

Some genteelly ride in buses

while others banter as tire scream.

Each of these is quite unique;

each believe their’s is most right.

 

Some protect and cover up

every aspect of their hearts.

Then they bare their flesh with flair,

and astound those who wouldn’t dare.

Some explode with wails and screams,

pain exposed for all to see.

Then they cloak themselves in cloth,

So to keep privacy intact!

 

So we each meander life

drinking sweetly from our past.

When our journey drops us curves,

we then discover there’s more to learn.

So to keep our future bright,

we really need to blend our strands.

As we journey and learn to love,

its so good to keep holding hands.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Peace on Earth

Peace and silence are not synonymous. At times we confuse the two. Silence is the absence of sound, of disturbing vibes. Peace is a presence -a communion- with tranquility, with hope and with the warm acceptance of love. Peace is relational – not just sensory stillness. Peace is an expression of vibrant interconnectedness, identity and a meaningful journey. Silence can provide a  break; Peace is one of the foundations for life.

Author – Bill Tidsbury