Wisdom: the Seed
“After planting you cannot eat the fruit. “
First prepare your mind to set the seed.
The magic then happens while we grow.
This will take time and perseverance.
It’s the light we strive towards , the soul we drink from and wisdom we are nourished by.
Before sharing, let the fruit ripen in the warmth of your heart.
This abundance is to be shared for you are always enough.
Liam
Wisdom: E.N.O.U.G.H.
I am enough
E. EVENTUALLY I’ve realized I am enough.
N. I’ll NEVER forget I am enough.
O. It’s OVER I am enough.
U. It’s UNBELIEVABLE I am enough.
G.Its time to GO I am enough.
H. Home now forever I am enough.
Two of the most important words in your life, “ I AM”,
because what you put behind them, defines your reality.
ENOUGH: Sufficient; all that is required, needed, or appropriate.
Poem : Autumn
Autumns gold nips chilly at my finger tips,
Pale blue spreads fresh, across an open sky,
A Lark ring sings cheerful echoes passing by.
Peaceful captured , moment morning here am I.
The Beech crown sheds its leaf so slow
Golden treasure scattered freely far below
While Chestnut throws in handfuls free, Brown round nuts,
seeking happy children find with glee.
The wild rose,
reds & mauves now dry,
fragrant perfumed memory,
paint my inner eye.
While rose hip swollen buds await the fearless touch.
From those whom thorns & jelly mean so much.
Fields fresh shawn, grain set free.
Harvest past let merry be,
the folk , the farmer , you & me
It’s time to take that cup of tea.
Autumns turning chime, the season here to be.
Eckernforde October 2012
Incredible ordinary
Sun came up and pulls the blankets from my bed, another incredible ordinary day. Ordinary plain simple uncomplicated and ordinary. I take a coffee as we all do, my senses bathing in that wake up shower of neuronic Stimulation. Incredible this simple done, delicious ordinary.
We all fan out across the lives we lead, doing the ordinary. Me this, you that, they the other. No questions asked it’s just plain ordinary stuff, which I find incredible . An ordinary lunch, mabey later an ordinary coffee, choose your flavors please they are incredible.
Day over, another ordinary day, another incredible ordinary day done.
Poem: My Berlin Phone
Berlins night, neons bright glow and flash.
Reflections splashed on my S Bahn window.
Surrealistically almost a computer game.
Plain we are jammed,
in eery quiet, rings, plings, buzzes and beeps.
Train rocks lightly,
Rolls, we just hold our phones.
Alexanderplatz is warm and dark.
Crowds shuffle each of us in a hussel .
Most heading home, tourists clutching cases .
The rest plugged into the net.
Tipping, tapping, swiping, writing.
Clicking, snapping, sending, booting.
It’s viral,
It’s infectiously contaminated communication.
Legally,
I’m shooting endorphins.
As my post gets a like,
Friends hit comment,
Yet another follows my Insta. account.
Instinctively I pluck my fucking phone.
Again, was it three minutes or give it five.
Ago.
I know it’s crazy,
Its addiction to this screen.
We all are addicted to our known.
Afflicted by the grown dependentcy on the phone.
Activate to see who’s seen.
Who’s new not been to my page.
My new pics, posted fresh just now.
My microcosmic world, of who and how.
Check it, route it, write and mute it.
U Bahn Bernauer Straße, Aussteigen bitte!
Pling or was it a ring?
Home.
Liam October 18
Poem: Be a Genius
Belief is powerful
Belief is strong
Go move a mountain,
Part the sea in a storm.
Believe in You
Believe in Me
Believe in who you aught to Be.
Share, care, show, flow…..grow!
The Picasso, I paint.
Bach’s prelude I initiate.
Einstein’s relativity I calculate .
Or Mr. Mandela instead…
Of a mouse, caught in mediocrity.
Shout out Who you are!
Blaze, rage like a shooting star.
Erupt, be Vesuvius of your feeling found.
Genius, mine yours ours profound .
A mouse need not
Like a lion roar or
A fish in heights a tree explore.
Yet in its bowl,
With a mighty leap,
Flee for the freedom which was asleep.
A mouse in the lion,
find its courage anew.
Define yourself…be you.
I find I
You find you
Me find me
We find we
Let this day, and with it too.
Discover who I am anew….
Liam 2018
Poem: Who?
I am not
What you think
I am
You are not
What you think
You are
You are
What you think
I am not
I am not
What I think
I am either
You are
I am too
But who then are we? 😊
Liam Sept 2018
Poem: What is Love?
Loves joy is the wild laughter we together found.
Loves magic is the glue holds together when unbound.
Loves being is the silent power within all life.
Loves integrity is the truth which holds beyond the strife.
Loves presence is the quiet whisper when alone.
Loves secret is the truth we share to build a home.
Loves home is the heartbeat which creates the ground.
Loves ground a fertile place these seeds are found.
Loves seeds we share throughout the day.
With everyone in every way.
Liam. October 2018
Poem: a Death
Should death us part.
For but a fragment of time.
Let still this fragment shine.
A shard, nothing but a shattered piece of
Me remains to see,
Reflect a life gone by.
I might cry, not understand the why.
The meaning of no good-by…
Yet the light of good shines on,
Shines strong, shines long…
Enough to wake me from this pain.
Gone lame my mind
Help to find
The day anew,
To share & to review
What we still have to share
What we still have to bare.
What we still have to do.
Liam 2016
On Writing Poetry.
Writing poetry is like chewing bubble gum. You rip the packaging off an idea and it’s initially all sweet and tough.
Then I chew into it, my thoughts warm up making the core idea soften. I move & mould it constantly around in my mind. Like the squeeze and squish of gum in your mouth, it oozes flavor inspiring more action.
Words are pretty plastic if you chew on them long enough too.
Now it’s not so much a thinking thing, it’s more mastication. Trying out the different flavors words make with one another.
Like alliteration, onomatopoeia, some times even disambiguation finds its authenticity in a poem. Meditation in the mouth of my mind enabling an idea to be rewrapped in the colorful packaging of words.
A moment of inspiration as I focus on blowing the bubble.
The pointe like a pink bubble inflates on my mental lips .
Intension, Momentum , inclusion, exhalation, expansion and finally expulsion….yes!
POP
A happy smile it’s been done again.
A poem plastered across my page, splats of ink sometimes smeared and illegible but it’s done, the bubble blown and I can get back to doing my life.
Liam
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