Come Back

 

Beneath the stress, the 'shoulds',
the ever-present rush,

there is a calm that feels safe,
a peace that says, 'hush'

to the loud-scattered mind.
'Come back to your soul,

come back to yourself,
you're already whole.' 

 

Here

Here, the path grows wider,

and the trees grow ever taller.

Here, my heart breathes deeply,

sunlight warm upon my face.

 

Here, the trees sway slightly,

and the breeze blows ever lightly, 

there's sweet music all around me

and of worry not a trace.

 

Here, I come to feel
no fear, no judgement, but what's real,
a world of beauty and of love,
 only magic in this place. 

 

 

 

 

Mesmerised

 

Mesmerised by your beauty,

held in awe by your spell,

your dance appears other-wordly,

where it ends I cannot tell.

 

In the shelter of the trees,

in the halo of the sun,

in the touch of the breeze

you whisper, we are one.

 

The Girl Who Lives

 

 

 I am not the girl
who lives in the house
by the lake
who moved there after
driving through the night
in hurried anticipation,
who brought a backpack
full of hopes and fears,
then spent her nights
by the lake's edge in tears.

I am not the girl
who lives in the house
up on the hill,
looking out at the sunrise
every morning, full of hope
that maybe, just maybe
today will hold more
laughter than tears,
that she will finally rise
above her fears.

I am the girl
who lives in the cottage
down the lane,
surrounded by trees and flowers,
creating the life of her dreams,
moving, freely flowing,
in sync with her inner knowing,
who's taken the leap despite her tears,
dancing to the beat of her soul,
standing in the midst of her fears.

I am the girl who lives. 

Rainy Day

 

 Even on a rainy day...

the birds still sing in the trees,
the wind still blows softly, 

inviting me to step out,
to breathe deeply, to feel alive.

 The mist rises from the valley
as the Earth drinks and exhales.

I can watch, breathless
as the magic unfolds,

not merely an observer,
but one enchanted

with the wonder of life. 

Sacred Romance

 

 

Speak, sing, 
play and dance! 
Remind the world
of the sacred romance,

 

the beautiful union
of Earth and mankind
before we grew cold
and deaf and blind.

 

She needs our voice,
our kindness, our h'art.
In life’s great dance
we all play a part.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Simple Life

 

To enjoy 

the sweet peace

of the simple life.

To move mindfully,

to pause, to reflect, to notice,

to close my eyes,

to feel the breeze, breathe it in,

to hear the sound of rain,

nature's music,

to see the sweet beauty

of the Daisy, the Clover, 

the Buttercup,

to be present,

to feel the absence of rush, of haste,

to follow no agenda, no map,

but the soft whispers 

of my soul at peace,

my heart in tune with the Earth.