Weary of the wheel of material life, expending energy draining going nowhere fast in rotation, tired and forlorn must power the greed engine, sitting with my wine asking the question why am I programmed to work this wheel, is it the knowledge of age that speaks, or my creaking body, that will not allow me to do what I once did, I am weary of the systemic ideal, that wants me in my place, I have worked my whole life, feeding energy to the greed engine, the life love and laughter, I have missed whilst working this dam wheel, is the tax that I have paid, for a comfortable life.
When I am exhausted and can no longer feed the greed engine, I will be discarded and replaced, worn out for what purpose I ask, the best years passed by, hindsight is a beautiful future lived in the past, a day dream that I can no longer regret, I should have stepped off the wheel, when my dreams could have been loved and lived, weary of futile work serving the corperate machine, that nourishes the few but wastes the many.
I have had too many years of doing big favours, for the businesses I have served, I have gained nothing from doing favours, I have lost time to live breathe and love, you call again asking for a big favour, this time I cannot oblige, because time is limited for me and priceless, I will waste no more of my precious time, making you rich and me weary.
To dwell within the moment is fine living, within the moment my mind awakens alive in yesteryear, to the people who I love and have passed away in time, sunshine on leafy trees with gentle breeze, aware my heart with all its love, to know that I was loved, but knowing in the now yesteryear has passed, but the love still remains,of all the people who I love and have passed away in time.
I saw a white horse today making me aware of its presence, is this a sign of future or tests passed, white horse you are the bridge between physical and spiritual, a bridge that I must cross, to reach greater understanding of my service, to help those in spirit to cross the bridge, and communicate their truth with us here on earth, white horse are you a unicorn I feel you are, but can see no horn I become aware that you have the heart of a unicorn, guiding the way for healing between earth and sky, may I find humility and focus to be the bridge between earth and sky.
Stephen Rowlands 25/06/18
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
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.