Poetry Poem: Fly

Poem: Fly

I start by doing meditation

Quickly though a power within my mind

Allows the me to be aware.

Thence forth mindfulness includes care

I am not mind

I am not body

I am not me

A child of the universal

A person of the light

A being with mighty

Perspectives to share

To initiate the good

Understand the understood

Move on forward to the edge of me

Reach the space of spaceless individuality

This is not God

This is true Humanity

This is Free


Liam May 2019


Poetry: fragment from “The Orchard “ 2017

Lets spit out the pips of our togetherness

Kernels, pregnant with the promise of tomorrow

To enrich those fields from which we so freely plucked in youth.

The orchards of soulfulness

The valleys of spirit

The blossom of enlightenment

The rose of love.


Poetry Poem: Touché


In my every cell I find you

Feel you surging through my blood

Throw myself into the wild liquid of your love

Lost now in our after glow of morning

I find memories of who we were

Like wild flowers woven into the golden of your hair

Transformation creates this magic, being in the bliss.

Who care’s its the moment captured,

Our first ever loving kiss.

Four wings in silver shining

We are angels brilliant bright

Heavens calling us to table each and every night.

Yours, mine and all who seeking

Fly with us, hand in hand.

This day now draws to slumber

The morning bright your band.

Brings gold, brings stars, brings light and more

The waves they crash and cry and roar

The liquid sea, the love, the moment, me you and it all.

We gently touch caressing call

Touché Cherie

Liam 😘

Poetry Poem: Red into Blue

Poem: Red once Blue

I fell in love the other day

I don’t know why

I’m not quite sure or what to say

We chatted as it happens all a while

We laughed smiled

The simple act

The fact of having

Recognized that underlying

Our conversations flow Between our eyes

Beneath a glance or two

A knot of excitement pulsed with you

A bright brilliant ribbon of light

Swirled freely around my heart

A magnificence cast it’s spell

In me I surrendered to the bewilderment of you

I observed myself keenly

I wonder how this happens

I’m thrilled with the wild.

Red once blue.

What is this vibrance felt in me, flowing from you?

Is that how love happens?

Afar out there beyond

You are now alive in me

Beating thudding irregular across my chest

Excitement in a pearl

A home open to the few

Is now yours to touch

Enriching me so much.

Sweet smile across the night

Turns in me a living key around around around

Treasure is this place within me found

Shines it’s gorgeous light

To gaze with beating heart

Is it right?

It is new

No not wrong

Is it a song?

It is new

Yes life long I’ve listened

Waiting for this harmony melody symphony of blue

Now turns to Red in me

To Red in you.

Liam 2019 May

#POETRY # POEM: Challenge

Poem: Challenge

I am challenged

I say I can’t

I can I know

I go

I take the jump

I risk

I ignore the fear

I focus on the now

“It’s done”

I now meet the me

I transform to anew

I grow at this edge

I know it’s new

I am you


You too

You can go

You face fear

You say you can’t

You know you can

You focus on its done

“ you know”

Transformation is how we grow.

Liam December 2018

#Poetry # Poem: US in Harmony

Poem: Us in Harmony

Loves affirmation transforms us

The lover in you

The beloved in me

Love transcends to Creativity

Evoking a mysterious desire.

Stirs the dragon burns the fire

We touch with heart

We touch with skin

We touch with thought

This ‘Berührung’.

Aught it mean so much.

But I am,

Caught in the meaning

Amazed with the simplicity

Enraptured by its depth

Upgraded on this powerful surge

The transmutation from simple to unification

To this!

It’s love

It’s you & me

It’s more than our synchronicity

Yes us just



Liam December 2018

Poem: Our Thoughts

Poem: Our Thoughts

Of all the people in all the world, many there might be too.

It’s me with my thoughts,

quite alone in the cold,

Here in the gloomy dew.

Now when I wonder and ask just how.

Am I that, which goes round in my head ?

“The thoughts we think, the things we do, where they come from and whom is who?”

How can this be, this thing about thought.

They’re not really mine although they ought.

To have come from someplace inside my brain.

Call it my mind, is that the same?

Ideas and thoughts, pictures as well, find a place in my head to dwell .

While I share

While I talk,

You also see pictures and my thoughts.

Of what it is, we’re doing ?

Of where it is, we going ?

Of why it is, we’re here ?

Of what it is, we’re thinking?

Is this serendipitous?

Liam Nov 2018