I hide from it no more
as I gather up the trash laid bare before me,
buried in the rubble of my old bones.
Hugging, holding, loving,
finally accepting and seeing truth
as all dissolves in the light of one passing,
and all I thought to be real
exists no longer, and through love
a new reality emerges.
New yet ancient,
and all my fears existed not.
If only I’d known to flip the coin
and behold the other side
but that was further than my reach,
as the voices of masses grew loud
and years ticked by like the second hand on a big round clock.
Alive dead reborn, alive dead born
it was all the same as misery
The decision to awaken always there
as we flailed in the dark
not knowing how or why
or even that a light switch was so near.
By Sharon C
How do we forget so easily
a love that is for us?
We remember what we need to do
and say and be and get.
Yet loving us seems too far fetched,
or hard or something bad.
But it isn’t til we’ve gone astray
and become desperate in our days,
that love finds our heart decayed
believed void of any light.
Yet it’s been dimmed due to neglect,
and years spent shunned in shame,
still never let your mind tell you
that it’s too late for love to show.
For it’s love within that knows
it’s been there all along.
And now it’s time to take a hand
and follow down the path,
for where this track leads you to
is bliss bursting from within.
By Sharon Cavill
I felt a great sense of relief today when I remembered that the answers I seek are not out there. And it only takes an instant, a moment of holy realisation to drop the search and shift the focus.
No amount of perseverance, no job, no special love, no war won, no goal reached will bring me the feelings that I seek. Because what I seek doesn’t live out there. Out there is the mirror for which I can grasp at and reach to all I like, but I cannot bring it nearer.
I must stop clutching at hollow reflections and start sinking back into their source. And that source is me. It’s all of us, yet we cannot do it for another. We must do it for ourselves.
We must cease to judge and silence our condemnations, and turn ourselves around instead, all of the way, until all that we see are ourselves.
To deeply see ourselves are where the riches lie. But they don’t appear as riches as we might have hoped. For all we seek is hidden under a veil of pain, anguish and despair. But it is there. And it is worth it. Do not be fooled by the layering upon layering of mud, each one serving only to distract us, urging us to glare outwardly once more.
Do not be so easily perturbed and tricked into outward expression of inner pain. Sink deeper, well below the smokescreen we’ve built to hide what we’ve forgotten was ever there at all.
Sink deeper friend and so shall I. And if one of us forgets and peers outward for a moment, remind me kindly, for that which I seek is for me to find and always within reach.
For it never really left and lives patiently within.
By Sharon Cavill
The gifts the Earth parades for us,
fall silently far from sight.
All that ails, she’s there to cure,
as she begs to ease the minds of many.
Yet we push and pull and complain away,
and miss the show, the majestic dance,
of wind and rain and water spirits,
each beckoning our pain away.
The over identified persona we use
to push away the hearts of those,
we declare too different to us.
And there we sit hidden within
the walls that confine and limit our mind,
preventing us from ever truly,
By Sharon Cavill
My Ego paints a future that’s bright,
while hastily ushering me away,
from a past it swears was very bleak. The pattern lures me in,
and I sleepily follow it’s lead.
Yet quiet whispers from a gentle spirit,
remains to send the call.
Left behind so many times before,
yet continuing Her gracious wait,
forever in the quiet.
And when I finally reach for Her,
She’ll be softly,
We hide from who we really are,
yet if only we were brave,
we’d discover what we really are;
is all we ever need.
We’d answer every call for love,
whatever package was delivered,
so longing feelings could subside,
along with hate and anger and greed.
Only then the tides’ll truly turn,
gently forming something grand,
cause the power is and always was,
forever in your hand.
you are a sacred Star unfolding,
And just as you are that,
so am I.
And just as we are that,
so are all others.
Yes all others,
no matter what.
Some unfold graciously,
and others quite horrendously,
and I mean truly nonetheless;
How easily we forget,
that to forgive
is but for you.
For the only one that holds the pain,
the memory, the rage within,
is just you in your reality.
You know it’s true,
that it’s not up to them,
to love yourself enough;
to utter the words inside of you;
I forgive, I forgive, I forgive.
These are some words I wrote after a spiritual awakening experience.
Are my eyes open when my eyes are open?
You might think this silly but
we don’t know until we do.
I didn’t know for a long long time
til then one day I did. I saw
a secret world which lay
just beneath the surface.
Colours appeared from colours,
as if hidden in plain sight,
but now awash with sparkled light
I could smell and taste and hear them.
My eyes were opened with radiant sight
as love burst through every pore,
I’d risen from my sleepy state
and life was now upon me.