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.
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
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.
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.
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