Seasons
Decked in their finest robes
Calling
Melodies
From within my boundless sanctuary
Bubbling
Faith
The chequered currency of glory
Beckoning
Footsteps of the purple twilight
Whirlwind of contentment
The summon of courage
Close at hand
The time
To move on
To press on
Blessed are those
Led by the guiding whispers of accompanying audience
Trust fate in the embracing arms of hope
Carried on wings of favour
To the womb of resurrection
A burning desire to capture and bottle the passing breeze; to articulate the unspoken; to describe the seasons of the coming waves; to dress the scents of the hidden encounters; to perpetuate the dying drama; and to warn of the approaching fury of the unknown. On this adventure, you are invited to share with me, my cup of tea.
Showing posts with label Visions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Visions. Show all posts
Friday, January 14, 2011
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
The Delimma Of A Middle-aged Orphan
1978
A besotted night
A full-blooded knight
A dutiful dame
A cherished game
9 moons
A birth
A child
A son
A man
In the footsteps of time
A tragedy
A cruelty
A mother's unscheduled exit
A breached heart
Having never grieved
Sits like a stone in the corridor of anguish
Days and nights in flight
Seasons passing in haste
Years going in and out without care
The other night
The precious knight
Falls into perpetual sleep
In the path of the unending exodus
Now
With all the architects gone forever
In this silent autumn
I ask of those still around
Where are the happy dreamers?
What do I do with these memories?
Where do we belong?
Here?
There?
Left behind
I feel so abandoned
A besotted night
A full-blooded knight
A dutiful dame
A cherished game
9 moons
A birth
A child
A son
A man
In the footsteps of time
A tragedy
A cruelty
A mother's unscheduled exit
A breached heart
Having never grieved
Sits like a stone in the corridor of anguish
Days and nights in flight
Seasons passing in haste
Years going in and out without care
The other night
The precious knight
Falls into perpetual sleep
In the path of the unending exodus
Now
With all the architects gone forever
In this silent autumn
I ask of those still around
Where are the happy dreamers?
What do I do with these memories?
Where do we belong?
Here?
There?
Left behind
I feel so abandoned
Labels:
aith,
Family,
Friendship,
Home,
life,
subconcoius,
Visions
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Deluged With Delight
There is something
To be said about a happy heart
In my dream the other day
I was walking alone on this path
Unsure
Confused
Then
From within I heard it clear
The lucid voice saying
Sing a song
Hype a ballad
Give voice to your heart
Suddenly
Hymns of contentment flowing
I am standing in million circles of desire
Being baptized with favours I require
Soaked with fresh appetite for adventure
I am feeling empowered to venture
And so I run
And run
On
And on
And I begin to soar
Higher
And higher
My heart deluged with delight
I am in a happy space
* Wish me well*
To be said about a happy heart
In my dream the other day
I was walking alone on this path
Unsure
Confused
Then
From within I heard it clear
The lucid voice saying
Sing a song
Hype a ballad
Give voice to your heart
Suddenly
Hymns of contentment flowing
I am standing in million circles of desire
Being baptized with favours I require
Soaked with fresh appetite for adventure
I am feeling empowered to venture
And so I run
And run
On
And on
And I begin to soar
Higher
And higher
My heart deluged with delight
I am in a happy space
* Wish me well*
Labels:
change,
Expectations,
faith,
God,
life,
Music,
predictions,
Visions
Friday, August 7, 2009
Malcolm Gladwell's BLINK is a Superb Read
I am in book mode like you won't believe it!
I love books, good books. But sometimes it becomes almost impossible to get quality time to indulge.
So early this week, I decided to make time and go on a date with two of the reads I was given some time ago. At present I am almost done reading ‘blink: the power of thinking without thinking’.
The author, Malcolm Gladwell, who wrote also ‘The Tipping Point’-a phenomenal bestseller.
Born in London to a black Jamaican ( Denise's compatriot) mother and an English maths teacher, he grew up in Canada. ‘Blink’ is an fabulously good read. It is a book that helps to develop one’s intuitive capabilities and teaches how to trust one's gut especially in moments when one needs to make a decision on the spur.
If you see this book, get it like you would a bullion of gold. If there are any good reads you care to recommend, please, do so.
Got to go. The books are calling.
I love books, good books. But sometimes it becomes almost impossible to get quality time to indulge.
So early this week, I decided to make time and go on a date with two of the reads I was given some time ago. At present I am almost done reading ‘blink: the power of thinking without thinking’.
The author, Malcolm Gladwell, who wrote also ‘The Tipping Point’-a phenomenal bestseller.
Born in London to a black Jamaican ( Denise's compatriot) mother and an English maths teacher, he grew up in Canada. ‘Blink’ is an fabulously good read. It is a book that helps to develop one’s intuitive capabilities and teaches how to trust one's gut especially in moments when one needs to make a decision on the spur.
If you see this book, get it like you would a bullion of gold. If there are any good reads you care to recommend, please, do so.
Got to go. The books are calling.
Labels:
change,
concepts,
creativity,
faith,
life,
Literature,
Value systems,
Visions
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Do you Believe In Visions?
Early this morning, whilst having my quiet time, I had a closed vision.
A really exciting vision if you ask me.
I saw a green bucket half-filled with nominal cash sitting before me.
Also in my hands was a huge bundle of cash in the same currency.
It was a really short vision. Just as it came, it suddenly went.
It appeared to me as if I was removing the white strips of paper binding the cash, counting it and then placing it in the bucket.
I am still trying to understand the vision.
Three things are clear though.
A really exciting vision if you ask me.
I saw a green bucket half-filled with nominal cash sitting before me.
Also in my hands was a huge bundle of cash in the same currency.
It was a really short vision. Just as it came, it suddenly went.
It appeared to me as if I was removing the white strips of paper binding the cash, counting it and then placing it in the bucket.
I am still trying to understand the vision.
Three things are clear though.
- A green bucket ?????????????????
- Lots of crisp cash in an unknown currency ?
- Cash was properly bundled in white paper strips ?
If you really understand visions( not dreams because I was awake), please help me out here with understanding.
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