We Have It All

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In the sky,

On the earth, 

I stand with you

And all there is!

So far, so far

Away!

Like the trees,

Like the seas,

I do forever remain in you!

Remind me of those

Our fields!

Our hills, our waters!

Time – ah, time!

We have it all, all!

It is our drop of water, 

Ready to fall from the leaf.

It is the space waiting

For us to fill it.

No rush! No anxiety!

Just your smile,

It is our path!

 

José

 

Namaste, and greetings to all. Between our posts of hilly lands, and blossoms; I thought I’d pay tribute to the poetry of my friend, José. I find his poetry so moving, and of an increasingly illuminating quality whenever I read it. I especially appreciate his work for the fact that English is not his first language. Thank you José. At the time when he returned to his native Spain, I was changing my address, so we lost touch in the material sense.  But, for me, the memories of friendship grow stronger.  I sincerely hope you find beauty in these words, and I will post some more of José’s poetry in the future.

The artwork is many decades old, and showing it’s age. I copied the pattern from an antique mug I had inherited long ago, and coloured it in my own preferences.  It’s primitive, but I hope you like it.

Until next time, I can’t guarantee when, because my condition can make blogging, and reading in general, very challenging. But, until then, thank you all readers and followers, may you enjoy the taste of every breath, and know peace. Amras.

 

“Your mind is a garden,

Your thoughts are the seeds,

You can grow flowers,

Or you can grow weeds.”

(By Peace Whisperer) 

 

Artwork ©Francis Moloney.

 

 

Blighty Still Mightily White

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From the Land of Snow, still waiting for the Sun. But the view from my window still dazzles. Here are a few more pics taken recently by Amanda. They show how, down here in our corner of fairyland, we are still feeling the chilled breath of the North. I hope you like them.

Below are the words to a song I wrote for a Folk-Rock group that I joined once. I think it was 1970, or thereabouts.  It was definitely in Wintertime though.

 

Winter’s Snow falling down

Hungry birds search the ground

Cold my face, my hands, my feet

Warm my heart, the spirit’s heat

Far the sky, purple night

Very high, beyond sight

I will fly, string and kite

Snowdrop’s sigh, feather light

Blowing cloud, chilly wind

Through the trees, out and in

Flowing through purple night

Golden glow, spirit light

Thrown away body’s binds

Down to lay for to find

Warmer ways, peaceful mind

Thousand petalled lotus shines

Winter’s snow falling down

Sings its song, makes no sound

Sitting high on a hill

Smiling face, keeping still

Cold around cannot bite

Gentle sound turning sight

Love is found, burning bright

Snow falls ’round purple night

 

And with that, I bid you peace, and Namaste from Amras.

 

Photography ©Amanda Moloney.

Immanent Domain

Immanent Domain

Thank so much, you to my fellow bloggers, for your ongoing encouragement and advice; you always help to keep me going: and  I am very grateful.

May you all enjoy great celebrations over the next several days, as I intend to do.  Our son’s birthday being on the winter solstice, (while Amanda’s birthday is on the summer solstice,) I am surrounded by children of the mystery, and I love it.

Tonight’s artwork, plays with the notion of “eminent domain” but here given in a wholesome and heavenly context. After all, if we are to create a better world for our descendants, then even the ways we construct sentences must be weighed and focussed upon that end. Mindfulness of language is intended to encourage a U-turn in the deepest seat of consciousness, so that lost becomes found, and confusion becomes clarity.  And after all, who doesn’t want to be reborn into a better world?

I hope to return before Christmas, but for now, enjoy this momentous day, and  Namaste from Amras.

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Summer solstice (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

“Finally, may we indeed, keep in our hearts, that our humble blogs are the spirits that keep the World Wide Web humane. Let use this gift to flourish as a person! Let us cherish one another! And be thankful of one another, because at some point, we did touched our respective lives.”  ~ Aina Balagtas https://lyricssentimentsandme.wordpress.com

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Winter solstice (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Art ©Francis Moloney: 2012.

The Walls Are Dissolving

The Walls are Dissolving

The walls are dissolving,

The fog, it will clear,

The tide has been turning,

The angels are near.

The walls are dissolving,

The bars will come down,

The road is now open,

The lost shall be found.

The walls are dissolving,

The key has been turned,

Now step into wisdom;

And freedom well-earned.

Blessings and thanks to everyone, I always sincerely hope you enjoy your visit. I wanted to post tonight’s artwork, but felt it needed some words. I consider myself to be a poor poet, but tried all the same.  Please forgive my child-like style, but for what it’s worth, I always write from the heart.

The old health has been very unpredictable lately, hence there are days on end without posting. On those days I can barely move, and I think it is because of this that I always feel a happy sense of occasion whenever I do post – like now: and this is a sense I like to share.  So, please enjoy tonight’s art, enjoy the days ahead, and until next time, Namaste from Amras.

Art ©Francis Moloney: 2012.

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