Poetry to get you thinking.
Gemma is a good friend of ours, stemming from her studying the True Path of Reiki with us. She is currently engaged in a journey of Self Discovery in New Zealand. She has always been a keen wordsmith, but the latest material from her is, in my humble opinion, exceptional. I also believe she may be channeling some of it. Her Journey is obviously influencing her creative skills & I feel they should be made available to a wider audience. The poems presented below are her recent New Zealand work. Enjoy and Contemplate…….
THE SEED
It wasnt mine to say, how or what I came to be.
Chance played a role in that.
Time has led to sharpened focus.
A clearer story of my tale unveiled.
Most precious is a childs birthright, that of innocence.
Mine accompanied me, dependable and near.
Once taken, never to return.
The child is the seed.
Unlimited potential once given love.
Weighted responsibility in such a creation.
Rewards adorn such potential
WORTH
Against what yardstick do I measure my worth?
In past times, prostrating myself.
Being played, like a puppet on a string.
Proffering everything, at a snippet of the value.
Solitude raises demons, thought to be vanquished.
Repeated lessons, to conquer them paramount.
Choice, that generous host, offering no direction.
Embellishing you with freedom tinged with heavy responsibility.
Darkened emotions being sprayed with light.
Answers unfixed, questions firing.
looking inwards, my worth now mine to dictate.
SHEDDING SKIN
Shrouded by your custom, what are you without?
Stranded?
Free to choose a second skin?
Foundation shaking under trying questions.
Renewed, no cacophany of rituals to perform.
Intrepid steps, strokes upon a canvass.
The observer becomes the observed.
Lanquishing under the prison of your beliefs,you walk free.
Truth and beauty mould into a different guise.
No worn out bench to lean upon.
Structureless, edging forward.
A world of possibility frames your vision.
CHATTERING VOICES
Sitting silently, sensation piquing at the surface.
Soothing heat, cosseting, enveloping me in her bosom.
Whispery breezes. teasing every pore.
A labyrinth of comfort.
Conscious of its soothing lullaby.
Volume edged lower, retreating.
Following chatter, spoken words.
Competing,calm, troubled, at peace.
Layer, upon layer, a fraction of my whole.
A train of change,.
Change personifying its entirety.
An orchestra of sounds, to mute, a futile act.
SWEET PARALLELS
Sliding in, I touch, I feel, to find your hidden treasures.
Anticipating, knowing that soon, all your richness will pervade every
sense.
Such basic pleasures, feeding basic needs.
I view your stages of growth, a subtle transformation.
Natures bounty lies in every crevice of this Garden.
I am struck by parallels.
For, in the pattern of this garden, you read the pattern of all life.
At times, misjudging, we expect to find a differnt form.
Some pleasures reward sweetness, others bite with lingering bitterness.
We invest the time to yield our due rewards.
Experience teaches us, rewards have many faces.
All nature shares this garden, we cannot stake its claim.
In sharing we signal our communion with nature.
We feast off all its sweetness, every sense assailed.
THE DANCE
Dancing, I course through the breeze, pulsating to the soundtrack of my
life.
Grabbing hands, some touching then slipping through my fingers.
Weaving an indiscernible pattern, indiscernible that is, to all but I.
Freezeframing memories, knowing what power they wield.
I wish that this dance could last forever, I crave every beat.
It is the expression of my freedom.
A passage through every heartbeat, every emotion.
Flowing, yet with a rootedness in the sacredness of all experiences.
THE SAME
When I burrow my eyes in yours, I see your essence.
It doesnt matter what form you take.
Whether you have graced this earth longer than I.
It plays no part what you have been or will be.
I am connecting now.
Break the barrier, lift the boulders and bricks you have placed around
your heart.
We are the same, we need the same.
You were a stranger before I spoke to you.
Now we are building a pathway between us.
The complexities of our natures can, for now,be cast aside.
Simply can we be, now, as we stand, this moment.
THE LAND OF THE LONG WHITE CLOUD
A canopy of clouds wraps its feathery fingers around the rugged
mountain tops.
A lush array of colours sweeps across the hills and valleys.
Incessant birdsong penetrates the air, a harmony of different stories
being told.
Many faces of the sea display themselves, colours change as do the
moods.
Oh New Zealand your richness reaches depths words fail to describe.
You are a land of extremes, a land diverse and distinct.
You carry within you a gift, a gift given to each visitor who comes.
This gift strikes at the heart of all, never to be forgotten, immortal
in memory.
Land of the Long White Cloud
CLOSING IN
INCANDESCENT HUES
Drunk on your incandescent hues, I transfix.
Shades of peach, gold and amber paint the horizon.
Resplendent, the amber light clutches for the heavens.
A wall of colour splayed to each side.
Tumultuous waves crashing, venting their pain.
The artistry of nature, peaking to seismic proportions.
Birds patterning the sky with their undiluted abandon.
A crescendo of hissing air, engaging you in battle.
The crumpled beach, ready to be washed anew.
Footprints, debris,shells, to be reclaimed to sea.
Dark encasing light, releasing her glory once again, with the sunrise.
INCANDESCENT HUES
THE SOUL OF LOVE
Pure love does not seek to brand nor possess.
It opens your cage, inviting you to taste and know freedom.
Its strong roots carve a pretty pattern underground.
Like a fading picture, ageing, but whose value heightens with time.
Love is a fuselage of ideas, of dreams.
Love can hurt, its presence is palpable.
When it shuts the door and leaves, its indelible mark is left as
tribute.
A real love is not wholly concerned with physicality.
It pierces beyond that frontier.
Its eyes connect deep into the very soul.
A soul, with whom, you are blessed to accompany for all of time.