Poems

Dare You

Dare you trust your intuition
When you hear that inner song
Quick, quiet, listen – or the vision
Will have faded – ne’er lasts long

Are you only wise in hindsight
Only wish I’d listened then
Though it crosses reason, logic
Dare you follow where and when

Self Talk

time spins upon the axis of eternity
but how is life measured?
Is it what we have or have not done
or by our motivation
selfish or unselfish
and how many voices cry for our attention as such moments?
the child abandoned or ignored,
a family shadow of some old misfortune
or forces from the times when we are not yet clearly moulded
and then of karma
placed to the advantage of the Soul
and such deep challenge in our human self
we need an education long before our birth
arriving in forgetfulness yet ready for it all
for if life sees its path before
and death takes all its many forms
along the way
where is the balance of adventure
time spins too fast
and then it also drags
perhaps the meaning’s scattered through the stars
we do embrace it all when time is past

Day by Day

Be grateful for all that comes
And never fear the consequence of life
Trust everything works the best for you
Moments of joy, times of strife,
Feel free, let common sense decide and guide
Let go all fear, believe that love stands by your side
Stillness opens up the inner ear
A peaceful mind the inner eye will clear
Use this as you prepare to make your way
And hand in hand with God live day by day

Reflection

Lord – guide mine eye
To the horizon of life’s secret ways
That hope consumes all doubt
Give strength the vision of my Soul
That mind in clarity observes itself
Unite the unspoken wishes of my heart
Into the ways that serve Thee
For joy written in the spring flower
Is often nourished by tears – raindrops of sadness
And autumns’ fruit is sweeter
that knows the pains of its becoming

Turn

Oh turn me on the wheel of time, turn my soul out of my spirit, imprisoned by temporal madness.

Turn my face to face the morning light, yesterday at my back.

Unlock me to walk among flowers and meadows fresh and dewey with the promise of going on.

Suffer me to cross the river of amnesia. Spare me the memory of so many flowers now wilted ghosts in once familiar rooms from which I, now a supplicant, must try to reclaim my soul.

Let the faint and distant music on the horizon before me enfold those wonderful senses which bear it, so they may not have to endure the cacophony of old tunes winged with whispers of so recent sentiment now discarded.

Allow me to address myself with kindness, to speak with a loving tongue.

Shelter me from the harsh winds of March, cradle me in the softness of the evenings of June, gentle promises of surcease of pain.

For I do hope to turn again, but turn not back upon the road on which I came.

Grant me the freedom from my imprisonment of myself by myself.

I shall look then, to the sun rising and in that cataclysmic fire make ashes of my sadness and purify my soul.

Helene Harris
Reflections on the turning year 15/16

The turning of the year is a formality and yet so significant – different numbers and season called by the same names and yet have never happened before.
The world turns while time measures nothing of value – only the heart understands this and one day the mind will know too when it is past its own vanity.
We do not need to move beyond this world to know of the beyond – and all the talk of dying to be reborn – why can’t this be that in its moment we can be both there and here.
I invite you in the new year to live this way – and yet of course in your own way…..
To pray or not to pray – is that the question? Our life is as an asking, all mankind is in a state of asking – everything however deviant or pure is a message cast into the cosmic ocean……must we be taught how to cast such bottled messages into the nothingness of everywhere?
Truth is not in hiding – it is us, behind the many masks of making and believing.
Love as the Teacher is always true.