Just A Dream

 Perhaps my life so far has been just a dream, my dream ebbs away into yesterday as I become conscious of the new day, a heart without hurt, a mind without torment, a soul without regret, is surely a miraculous thing as the morning sun heralds in a new day, as I awaken to this new dawn serene in heart and mind, what about my lady is she just a dream, my heart fills with loving warmth as I  contemplate the dream, my heart  knowing she is my love today and everyday.

My thoughts conspire a new invention to live life as a lucid dream, for the future is the undiscovered country for me to explore, and create with calm mind and good heart, no longer just a dream but a garden of creation as Eden once fabled was, the apple bitten the snake defied, I can now journey on my path with love as my guide.

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Homesick Heart

The journey of the soul is seeking out a place where the heart can call home, if such a place exists in this myriad of possibilities, expectations always fall short of what truly manifests in the meditation of life, memories reflect back like the broken shards of a mirror, strewn on the floor of the mind, the homesick heart knows there is no way back, for the heart is the wanderer, the loner bound in time journeying towards the inevitable fate, as all fades away in our world of matter and time.

Within our mortal existence we accept change as we grow old, because we are mortal it is all we can perceive, but the heart is the inner child timeless and eternal, time is of no importance to the homesick heart, only to be where the heart belongs.

Stephen Rowlands 25/03/18  

Cruelty Of Time

Time passes by the clock ticks and tocks, my solar plexus fills with warm ripples of loving emotion, as the time comes closer to being with you, alas to soon the time beckons for us to be apart the hungry maggot awakes, feeding on my regret at leaving you gnawing at my emotions, my longing to be with you again begins before I depart, time can be so cruel.

Time ebbs away as our hearts and lips embrace, a serene moment in time, if only time would not tick and tock, then we can manifest the serenity of love in the moment, time falling into slumber but physical time moves forward in motion, our bodies will fade and die, time can be so cruel, the truth is our love will live forever within the mind of eternity, as I think of you  let our hearts not grieve for each other when we are apart, let our hearts be mindful of our love vanquishing the cruelty of time.   

IMG_20171225_154809 Stephen Rowlands. 11/02/18

 

Humility

In my weakness I embraced humility and it became my greatest strength, and in my strength I found my truth,  a child of creation born from the stars,  as all are creation, no greater than the sky no lower than the dirt,  gifted and flawed acceptance of myself and others is my virtue, and by the grace of creation go I, on mother earth I stand reaching out to the sky and stars above, balance in heart and mind, with  humility as my guide.

 

That’s Another Fine Mess

You walk away I put your case in your car, our eyes meet please don’t go are the words in our eyes, with you I have found the warmth of love within its loving embrace, the hungry maggot is ready to feed as I say farewell, drive safe, I love you, lighting my candles your warm loving energy fills my home, why did I let you go when your right place is wherever we maybe, together loving, holding hands, on this new journey, that together we unravelled from a brief hearts encounter, you gave me the teaching that I am ready to  love again.

 

Twilight Sky

Shades of pink, purple, and grey, colour the sky, as the sun falls

witnessing this natural beauty, calming  mind and body.

This servant of the day, in awe of natures loving gift.

Life has it’s span of years, the karmic circle of life. 

Aware that the human race is but a spec of sand, in the genesis of creation.

As I look up but cannot see beyond the twilight.

I am as big in my world, as an insect in his.

With humility I thankyou twilight sky.

 

Stephen Rowlands 12/11/17

 

 

 

 

 

Walking In The Autumn Sun Of My Life

In reflection of my life’s  pathway, all is lost and won, I have walked this far. Regrets of my thoughts and actions in past life fade away, as the unseen creation beckons me to new beginnings, the ever decreasing circle of physical life, aware that now I am walking in the autumn sun of physical life.

The time has come to prepare for the winter of physical life, as the sun will surely set one day, now is the time to gracefully accept old age, and take things easier, I floated on the breeze of life, never settling as my self illusion took me on many a wrong path, life and love all so confusing, when the lie becomes more favourable than the truth.

Knowing, living, speaking, writing, my truth with open heart for all to see and share, is not enough in this material world of money and possession, as I seek to settle somewhere, to write and create, with my lady to love and home comforts to share.  As I and we gradually fade away, on life’s physical pathway.

Stephen Rowlands 31 – 10 – 17