Rotation of Life

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Spring brings forth life

overflowing in the sun

the bounty of earth

and sea and sky

life surges ahead

 

Baby becomes child

exploring the world

discovering herself

yearning for what may be

limitless in potential

 

Into summertime

life grows strong

in warmth and light

joy and love spur

the blossoming

 

Child becomes man

separating from mother

venturing on in hope

searching for love

and joy to come

 

Autumn, the slowing

taking stock, the shadow

of a future so near

nature fortifies herself

as days darken

 

The woman settles

becomes entrenched

in life not quite

what was her intent

but so little time left

 

Winters onslaught cleanses

in wind, rain and ice

laying bare the land

stripping the dream

of summer gone

 

The man ages fast

his time all spent

as limbs fade and

body weakens until his

return to mother earth

 

As winter’s chill ends

and new life beckons

the cycle renews

in eternal rotation

of beginning and end

 

The child is born again

spring brings forth life

 

 

 

 

 

Peace

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This beautiful sunset was witnessed on one of last years sailing voyages. I was sailing solo, on passage towards North Uist in the Outer Hebrides. The picture doesn’t do justice to the moment, but looking at it again I am transported back to all the emotions and senses I felt at the time;

PEACE

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The day soon done,
a quiet haven lies ahead
as Sól dips her blazing body
toward the horizon,
completing her majestic sweep
across the sky.

Colours change, creeping slowly
through clouds suspended, limp,
awaiting her touch.
Above me­, the cosmos;
below, my vessel surging ahead
cocooned by the boundless ocean.

Colour burst! Golden light,
shining, reflecting, penetrating
all,
warming body and soul.
Oh peace and wonder!
Such must be the joy
in higher realms
of consciousness, exalted.

My body imbued with perfect light,
I open my hands
and reach out my arms
in praise and gratitude,
they are radiant,
a glimpse of beauty

My spirit is lifted
to a finer vibration,
observing through a cloak of mist,
the curtain
between grace and wretchedness,
good and bad,
the angst of our times.

Oh warmongers, if you could cease,
and understand
your senseless strife,
put down your guns, your bombs,
and be one with me
in this light.

Then you would know truth,
cutting like a scythe through your bigotry;
but you are blind
while my brothers and sisters see.
You are isolated, frozen in the dark past;
the future is light, you cannot last.

So I say farewell to Sól
as her light dims ending another day,
but she remains in my heart,
with hope
and knowledge,
of a world to come.