Small things

Geckos – hiding at my door!

Waiting for my opening door to say ‘Come in!”

Chirping – larger sound than life.

Gecko’s unity – they tolerate me in “their” home.

 

Ants – they seem to migrate!

First invisible and then in armies round some crumb.

Motion – it’s so erratic!

They move half-crazed with no apparent destiny in mind.

 

Lizards – they flaunt their right to space!

With first a stare and then a bob, that says you’re peons ‘neath my gaze.

Fluid – they move like lightening!

You’d think that rockets propelled them from their resting place.

 

Small things – occupying space!

Each one unique yet always shifting life when they’re embraced.

Distractions – can be seen as blessings.

Beings just need reason to live humbly sharing space.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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Season’s change

Heat, it hits you like a wave, and so I seek the shadows. I feel the easing of the sun, as from day to night I seem to run. Yet, shadows cling to trees and shrubs, and soon I must embrace the oven’s dare as cities seem to shatter trees and barren black top breeds.

Cold, it wraps me in its hands that burn. I shield myself in wool and fleece, as I step within its white embrace. It brings the shivers out to play and scares my toes as frosty needles pierce! I plough through crystals glowing bright, and see the fire in the sky yet sadly heat has taken flight!

Seasons flow and then recede. This flux excites creation’s candour. Transitions bring encounters fresh, where once again I shift and rest. Then, bright green growth stirs up my heart. I soar alive in passion’s heat, then slowly watch it freeze in winters sleep.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Strange new space

Mountain sunset leaps on the scene as the light plays through the gaps in far hills. Colours, gradually fade as the day draws into the dusky promise of rain. With a sigh the darkening sky warmly accepts days end.

Sitting alone in mountainous Boaco, Nicaragua, I’m enveloped by the onset of rain. Rain that drums and lashes its way across the roofs below me. The fine mist blowing off the roofs, fills the air, while lightening crashes silhouettes the hills that surround this beautiful town.

I sit alone, yet not in silence. The valley echoes and resounds to the marimba lilt from the bar  many streets below. I ‘m enjoying the sound until I realize the incessant beat – dum dum dee, dum dum, dee –  can only be appreciated in small quantities as it overpowers all other aspects of the night!

The air is fresh – unexpected in the tropics! Refreshing after various days with sweaty arms and the humidity that makes you sticky! Strangeness infiltrates the atmosphere as I ponder on the realities of being once again in this place of the unknown. Adventures form in the presence of strange new space!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Mountain town

Cobbled streets, hillsides steep, a mountain town is up or down!

Pouring rain, leaping gutters, rushing waters clean this town.

Vultures soar, wind sweeps clouds, from the heights the mundane shrinks in size.

Birds that sing, trees that bow, life’s exuberance wakens me to rise.

 

History steeped; buildings speak – of times before technology.

Cathedral rises, old claims shout, grating new realities.

Saint’s procession, draws the dancers, gaining promised hope’s deliverance.

Exhaustion reigns, pain’s endured, while freedom’s gift lies in abeyance.

 

Fireworks boom, fiesta laughs, as families spend the day in song.

Evening strolls, hands held dear, couples avoiding summer’s throng,

Child’s laughter, safety’s theme, village shouts we have this in common.

Quiet listens, bird chirp ends, dreams appear when normal is forgotten.

 

Peace is real, hope is shared, when faith is seen in eyes that shine.

Pain departs, startle’s real, when spirit’s roar draws a line.

Something felt, change that’s seen,  creates a contrast with dogma’s creed.

Sweetly still, enjoying life, promotion’s grace stirs mountain souls to lead.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Toads, Snakes and Hope

Toads on the sidewalk, snakes on the road, life in the tropics- a sight to behold. Sweat runs down freely, food comes with spice, you never know who’s coming over tonight! Life is much simpler, laughter is bold, even when hearts face fears never told.

Trust is a treasure, hope is a joy, people believe when life bares the soul. Children coming running, arms are thrown wide, when Freedom comes dancing with sensitive eyes. A hug breaks despair, a tear stings the eye, together is stronger with you by my side.

Water drips down, rain soaks the ground, rivers run muddy as storms shout their sound. Fruit falls down loudly, drumming tin roofs, silence is squeezed when night jams with sound. Breezes warm whispers lift heat’s heavy load, as friends relax quietly sipping what’s cold.

Meaning gives purpose, peace shatters fear, vastness entices when destiny’s near. Words shape my focus, songs lift my heart, surely becoming more than I thought. Experience widens, mentors give scope, journey’s adventure is fuelled with hope.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Kids and bullfrogs

Massive bullfrog sitting in the shade,

minding his own as the heat holds sway,

Along comes a boy and wouldn’t you know,

the frog’s lost his chance to doze today.

 

The bullfrog’s big, the child you can see,

wants to know how long his legs may be.

He soon finds a stick and with just one tap

this boring day’s music turned into a rap.

 

The bull frog’s wise, the boy has a will,

the frog flips a flop as he dives down the hill.

He splashes with aplomb in a nice green scum

hoping he can hide or just play dumb.

 

The little boy’s quick, he’s learning with glee

that one push from a stick makes big things flee.

He probes and he pokes and carefully explores,

till the water erupts with a beast that soars!

 

The bullfrog decides, he no longer can play,

so he heads to the hills to hide under some clay.

He scrambles and jumps until quickly he finds

a quiet cave to protect his behind.

 

The moral you see, is plain I may say,

one flips a day by appreciating delay.

To open our eyes and curiously engage,

to laugh and romp in my day’s shifted page!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

What is life to me

Like the wildness of open country, and the thrill of mountain tops comes life in each encounter to delight my beating heart. Life steps in as vast as craggy peaks disappearing off into the haze. Yet it is captured in a meeting of the eyes, the instant when two souls engage and graciously reveal their inner core. That moment is an act of trust, of generosity, of vulnerability, of hope and of kindness shared. Just two souls greeting each other’s uniqueness – giving birth to  precious astonishment. Life shared willingly across a gulf of solitude.

Life is the warmth and serenity of a warm summer forest floor – pine scent arising, breezes meandering. It is captured in the merry sound of a tumbling brook that splashes through cool mossy canyons and lazily opens up in sun dappled pools. It is seen in the stillness of being accepted, the assurance of being – settled into identity; confident that purpose and meaning come together in my own uniqueness that releases me to smile with myself!

Life rings out in the intensity of a powerful storm, whose thunder shakes and rumbles as only tropical thunderheads do and then release torrents of rain that are warm and glorious. It is felt in the vastness of a cold starry night when stars leap out at you with brilliance;  when a shooting star trailing across the darkness shocks you with its glowing wonder, leaving you breathless. It is possessed when spirit opens up the stunning reality that experience is much vaster than any physical sense can contain. When a stretching into eternity occurs that overloads the physical circuits and shatters the boundaries of the mind. There is a vibrancy that answers dreams of beauty and produces concepts that have no words. It opens a thirst that is unquenchable and yet so surfeit – in the same breath!

Life is grasped in that flash of fear when adrenaline rushes through. An electric jolt occurs when one small step almost brings death searing into the soul. I see the place below where on the rocks I would have flown!

Life is not alone! Life is relational, Life has a name! Life’s grace is blessed, when shared and savoured as the smoothest wine. It goes down slowly and warms the palate as friends and family create a legacy of being that is written indelibly even after I no longer walk around inside this home.

This is life to me!

Author – Bill Tidsbury