The Art of Being Human

by Liam

Allow yourself to be a born human;

to arrive as a growing symphony of life,

a fierce flame carried forth from the dusk.

Allow yourself to become;

the living song you sing whose truths gather

in your bones,

until your very presence

is an ode to belonging.

Allow yourself to be alive:

to be drawn into the gravity of your own becoming,

to listen to the quiet music

hidden beneath your breath.

Allow yourself to trust;

that every step is held by an ancient knowledge  

that remembers you.

An individual discovering the meaning of the mystery.

A soul slowly learning

the art of its own delight.

Solar Heart

by Liam

I’ve seen the quiet tremors of your gaze,

the way your pulse outshines the afternoon,

as if your breath were woven out of days,

that learned their language from a rising moon.

You speak, and dormant gardens break their sleep;

you move, and hidden continents shift their flow.

The world shuffles in, to listen to the deep

unfolding of a light it longs to know.

What secret spark first stirred this inner fire?

What cosmic gravity drew a flame to heart?

Your presence bends reality to desire,

A flame claims, love begins to start.

In your heart the sun is an exploding flame,

and the sky so blue 

will never be the same.

Finding Infinity

 by Liam

It’s when my body’s weak, not strong, 

My breath, its flow, is soft and slow. 

Eyes, they burn, 

Onto my aching side, I turn.

Here, thinking is my feeling, Feeling thoughts which intertwine. 

It’s deep to reach my inner speech, 

Walk around inside my busy mind. 

Those soft persuasive voices, 

The conversation between Me and me.

The things I do, 

The decisions made, 

The here, the now, 

The story played, 

The wonder of a wish come true, 

The simple fact of me and you.

Not time, but rhythm, a calling, 

Words, thoughts, we dance, we sing, 

Into the music of this space, 

All quiet, absolutely true, this ring.

Gratefully gliding, moving, 

We spin timeless to the floor. 

Serendipity’s grin, 

Eternity’s win, 

Creativity’s cry, 

Magical eye.

Grateful, my art in hand,

Mindful, for you set me free.

Creatively, now we stand,

Happily, smile into infinity.

Smile

The fattest knight at King Arthur’s round table was Sir Cumference. He acquired his size from too much pi.

Time

Poetry: Time

by Liam

In time it’s the clock

Or the pencil’s written song

Or a moments recognition about where we belong

At times it’s the lock on the prisoners door

Or Jacob who left and returned home to more

From time we charge, towards time we run

The rising,the setting of the moon and sun

Yet in it we are, a beginning and an end

So where do we start?

When it’s time to begin

Is it here?

Is it there?

Is it up?

Is it down?

Or simply the quietude when sitting down.

Poetry Poem: Pain

Poetry Poem: Pain

Don’t get lost in your pain,

Or ever run from pain

Pain is a response

To what’s happening

Find it’s origins it’s perpetrator and embrace.

Inclusion unification will bring us into the eye of the storm

Look with that eye

See with that look

Understand with that sight

New thoughts inspire new feelings

New feelings active new deeds

When dealing with pain in a new way

We pull the sting

We remove the poison

We enable the health

We initially were seeking

We do have now grown

Thankful

We embrace what was pain

Is now, me deeper stronger wiser that before.

Pain is my gain

Grab it.

“Know that one day your pain will become your liberation.”

Liam October 19

Poetry Poem: Seed

Poetry Poem: Seed

To seed big means

I am creating my vision

This personal panorama of my future me

Emerges not from my prefrontal cortex

It’s from that deep mind frequency of Alpha

That dreamy place, where fantasy, creativity and vision

Rise like fluffy clouds on a clear day

Each a representative of me in the motion of becoming

Fulfilling the destiny of my creation

All I’ve ever learnt, done experienced or suffered

Flows through, then weaves together

Enabling synchronicity to establish contact

That flash, this epiphany has been my right

My fulfillment, my goal, my reason to be.

Clouds in a sky of blue

Visions in the eye of who

Thoughts in view of where my contributions

Ought best to be planted

Granted I’m a slow grower

The planted seed has found fruit

Plucked shared and digested

This sweet nutrition will see me to the day

The day of my departure.

Liam September 2019

Poetry Poem: Then

It’s pain

Deep traumatic pain

This dissected my life

Between before and after

A cut, which bled then superficially healed

Before was before,

After was after, but life changed then

Pain I attracted always felt familiar

Of course it always began with attractive attraction sensations

Energetic attraction of plus and minus

I drew you in, this deep power is relentless, strong

Like a moth, you came to the pain.

The flame disguise was my game

Funny, it was never about your beautiful blue eyes

It was about me, broken and lusting after my tragedy

We coupled in that cracked way people do without love

Our romantic superfluous anecdotes evaporated

Unproductive

This disambiguation, “ tolled the bell!.”

I cracked, then

Deep deep pain which flooded, light illuminating

The game which captured me

Flashed

I saw, recognized and understood

Repetitive similarities, I sucked in that suffering again and again

No a flame now burning across my mind.

pain pain pain

Not more, enough !

My loving affirmative arm embraced me, that kid

Just holding, just accepting,

just caring again

My self created mirror broke in this moment

This epiphany of self recognition and hope

Tears, my tears, my sobbing heart wrenching joy

Healing came because I returned

Simple, true, we can do it!

We can do this to improve

Grow, move inextricably to

Completion

That pain is the cry,

That pain is the sigh,

That pain is a way

In which Love

Love for the being

Love for the me

I’d left behind

As a kid

As I did

Then

Returns

Liam 2019

Poetry Poem: The Door

Poetry Poem: The Door

Lovers don’t find love

Lovers discover joy

Lovers enable this happiness

To release inside their body

You are your own beautiful love

Hidden behind the eyes you see with

Deeply heaving the blood flow

Dancing freely in wide spaces in your mind

We are, what it is that we seek

We are, what it is that we do

We are, what it is that we already know

Be silent, for behind that door is this.

Liam September 2019