by Liam
If my wish became a flower
Scented, bright and gold
You, on the field that found it
Not to pluck but to behold
In you stirred the magic
From my wish, to this swish performed
Appears a perfumed flower true
The reality is confirmed
In that moment sweetness
Adrift on scent you rose
In glow we touched the Universe
We felt the flow of old
Of fields aglow in color
Of flower alight in scent
A wish a smile a thought of love
This gift to you is sent.
by Liam
What ever it is that comes to me
Will go!
What ever it is that you find
Will be lost!
What ever there is that I think
Will be forgotten!
What ever it is you have done
Will be forgiven!
There
Over there across the sky, where we are all
One,
We are beyond this
To and fro
We defy description
We define a reality
Without words
Only with meanings
Come find me
Inspirational Poetry: Thought
by Liam
I think now and again
Of that which created thought
More so, the new moon
Patient to the waking day
Grows with these insights, these perceptions.
Till full, flooded in light to split the dark
I again, begin to wain
Thinking of that which created thought
Seems so much of what we are, we still could become
It’s all around us, in us, just reach up, reach in and touch
This blazing
This light
Insight to the moment of how
You eclipse thoughts to create thinking .
Love Poetry: The Seeker
by Liam
When it’s the moon and stars I seek
Let me embrace the night
When I place a rose in your palm
It’s not the thorns which distract
It’s your deep eyes which hold me
When it’s love I seek
The reflection of your smile reminds me
Our hearts are laughing
For yet another day together.
Spiritual poetry: Searching
by Liam
In all my searching,
all my striving to find God
I found this, in me
In all my searching,
all my striving to find Myself
I found this, in you
Funny
This moment of inflection
Recognition
We are simply one.
Spiritual Poetry: The Stream
by Liam
Yonder this day, with its struggle of fear and strife
We have another life
Dancing, free and in flow
Like the stream coming from the mountain
Shed those soiled robes
Wash your sprit of that troubled self.
Succinct Poetry: The Prison
by Liam
When it’s the deep distant chalice
You are reaching for
Take a hammer to the dungeon wall
Grab the keys and run
Bolt as if you will be born into color
It’s urgent, it’s now
For time is not the ticking off the clock
It’s the writing on the wall
Remember this.
