to the moth at the place

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

a fluttering desperation 

in it’s flight

waiting to run open 

into the wild

dreams that are caught 

between two lives

dark brown wood

n moist red eyes

wanting to surf

the untamed tide

waiting to run open 

into the wild

 

reflections on a window

of rushing headlights

colours that blur 

into the night

what is real?

and 

what is right?

feel it within

or prove it by sight

for all that’s unsaid

and deep inside

unreal and insane

ready for the ride

waiting to run open 

into the wild

 

life has granted life

and life is set free

the doors have opened wide

granting release

it’s time for free flying

and for all there is to see

run into the open

as wild as you can be

 

 

SFS

 
Came across this image on pixdaus and ever since then,
I’ve been just wishing and hoping and thinking and praying,
planning and dreaming…

at conwy

towards conwy

sunset in snowdonia

back to colwyn bay

in conversation-02

09/05/09

in conversation-01

 

09/05/09

to the invincible…

It is not the solitary wandering
of the mind that I fear
of the bliss in the world within
the life of a seer
who needs none, yet
is a part of the whole
bodies multiplied
from a single soul.

Late hours of the night
and in hind sight
I wonder why I fear
to let go and be
a part of the give and take
this world brings to me.

My dream is my life
my life is my dream
none of it is real
or so it may seem
but
I am.
in this infinity of life
I am.
where I go
it will flow
Where then?
is for me to know

Between the two worlds
standing on the line
it’s all in the mind
None yours, none mine
No me, no you,
No old, no new

So how do I let go
the ephemeral ego
of the present that
holds me back?

I think, and I thought
And I think the same
If what was to come
forever ever remained
it is and always was
and will always be the same.
Cause eternity is!

29/07/09