Poetry: Gratitude

Poetry: Gratitude 🙏
by Liam

Thoughts, mysterious and benign
These are the seeds of a life devine
For with these roots growing in my brain
They unfold to feelings in a heart of flame.
We are what we think we feel or we do
If we suffer we need now change the game
Of listening too understand that pain

Change the perspective, change the thoughts
Find the goodness in the suffering parts
Gaze upon the mirror such that it’s your soul you find
Smiling back at how simple it’s been
“Gratitude”, helped me to see
“Gratitude “, that pain helped find in me
“Gratitude “, thought helped make me free.

Poetry: What is Reality?

Poetry: What is Reality

by Liam

Let’s take that ocean

The infinite sea of Love

Afloat in your breast

Contained within a drop called your heart

Suspended by a thread called your thought

Each day swinging precariously in the winds of your emotion

Care care careful this precious thing

Remains strung to your beautiful life

For as we sleep

It’s deep we dive

Into the endless depths of this Self

Swimming across the endless widths of this drop

Returning to anchor again that thread

Within the powerful potential of the mind

Begin anew the day to find

Struggle and recognize how unreal is reality.

Poetry: These Days

Poetry: These Days

by Liam

We still collect the sunsets,

As years roll passing by

Open, fresh to each new morning,

Our day to share blue sky.

A story where we found the other

As lovers playing in a game

Fly the moon, full and song

No darkness hide, where this heart belongs

Sing serenades, share hope, create joy and give praise

Evermore

Together

We create these magical days.

Poetry: The Wick

Poetry: The Wick

by Liam

Circling the flame

Fascinated by its murderous conflagration.

It’s energy draws me helplessly to you

Hotter deeper closer stronger

We encapsulate the idea of intimacy

Although we are insignificantly erotic, we are magnificently emotional

Still the pull is profound

Heat draws heat

Why do I burn?

Why is the perfume of incense around me?

If it’s love

Do I doubt?

Do I rub the wick?

Snuff the flame,

again!

Poetry: Sculptured

Poetry: Sculptured

by Liam

With life’s chisel in my hand

It’s destiny while I carving stand

Create each moment, of each day done

Chip Chip Chip

The sculptured me, forms the way

This world with which, life looks upon and finds

An artist’s born, let’s adorn the day

With whom we create, let’s state

This hand is mine to do

My image is yours we see

You, me, everyone

Take us all to the very core

To creation

Take us all to the silence

…… hush!

Poetry: Cuvée

Poetry: Cuvée

by Liam

This cuvée of the mind is a ruby wine

We sip with our eyes

We taste with our souls,

We experience with our perception

Till all is spinning into one,

Drunken

Give I these grapes to God in gratitude

Nourishment for my soul

We’ve discovered these hidden within

Devine, a mystery of self

I am that which I consume

I am this which I drink

I am the other which I think

Come, let’s toast this feast of universality

Forever the flame

My Fire of desire