The Song of Life

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Then more come
And I wonder how we will all fit
But the guards shout and push
And somehow we all get in

We feel movement
The journey begins
We stand squashed together
Scared, silent, bequeathed

To what? We may never know
Why? We may never know
Where? Maybe we don’t need to know

It is enough to still be standing
Breathing
Frightened
Nervous
In the moment
This moment
The only one that matters
Right now

We might all die before the next one
And I still need to sing it
The song of life
The endless melody of being
With harmonies of now
‘All contributions gratefully received’
From everyone present
Each one heard
Listened to
Appreciated

Someone just needs to start

To produce the note around which all harmonies
All heartbeats will build
Until the music ends
And silence lives again

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© Copyright 2016 Robin McShane

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Fool’s Folly – Poetry 201 – Day 2

there was a young man name of Paul
who wanted to go see it all
he heaved on his load
took off down the road
full folly for finding fool’s fall

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© Copyright 2015 Robin McShane

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Day 2: Prompt: Journey, Form: limerick, Device: alliteration

Phew! Found this particularly difficult (as you may see!) Fun though! The alliteration may be a little over the top but, hey, we’re playing!! 🙂

The Moments Of The Soul

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I seek no explanations,
I do not wish to find
The secrets of the Universe
Within the confines of my mind.

And yet I yearn to know much more,
To understand what I now don’t,
Realising, as I think it through,
I probably, really, won’t.

The human part of me races forth,
Driving to fulfill its goal,
Never understanding or listening
To the reasons of my soul.

So I find myself in places wondering
‘How the heck did I get here?’
Trying to reassess
Purpose, reason, fear.

Beginning now to get it,
Life’s not about the goal
But the moments in the journey,
The moments of the soul.

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© Copyright November 2014 – Robin McShane
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My Soul’s Journey

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I flew up high and far and fast,
Played with goddesses and gods,

Swinging, looping, free and fair,
Breathing in celestial air.

I swooped down low to touch the earth
And feel the growth that man pretends,

But as I passed my trail was snagged
With ragged thoughts all wrapped and bagged.

Once ensnared and sinking fast
My speed and growth could not pull past,

And so I sank where few would tread,
Listening to the living dead.

Deep within my very heart,
I cried the cry of souls who lost,

From far above, they came for me,
With thoughts and wings to set me free,

Yet still I gripped my new found dread,
Hanging on tight to what was dead,

Their thoughts and wings could hold no more,
So down I plunged, soul charred and sore.

I breathed in the mighty roar
Of souls with suffering at their core,

I wondered on in depths unseen,
Felt the cry that torment brings.

Smaller still, my soul grew quiet,
Waiting for its time to riot,

When, in due course, it took me back,
And silence reigned where once I was.

© Copyright Robin McShane – January 2001
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New Love

Then new love enters,
Fair of face,
Wide of eye,
Full of grace.

Beating to a different drum,
Teaching, learning,
Fresh roads to run.

Enfolding light,
Unseen, unheard,
Responding to a different word

Of inner self,
The journey set,
Fulfilling path,
A new duet.

I Have Moved On

Starlight beckons,
Calls me home,
To places where I’m free to roam,
Glistening through dimensions deep,
Places visited before, in sleep,
Now drive me forward
To another day,
A different thought,
A different way,
Framed castles keep
From widows weep
By distance, not in measured pace,
But thought – a different kind of place,
Wide difference, poles apart,
Separating mind and heart,
Leaving naught but silent space,
Where once my heartbeat ran it’s race,
When stone cold dead I fell to earth,
One more light from heaven’s birth,
An empty hole now left behind,
A meteroic light so blind,
Man could not see,
Nor take the speed,
Of stars own twinkle dying need.

I have moved on.

© Robin McShane
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Cases On The Beach – (NaPoWriMo Day 27)

Cases on the beach? I ask,
Where will you sleep tonight?

When the sun goes down, I’ll rest my head,
And there will be my bed,
The soft, white sand my mattress, the stars my silken sheet,
The soft moon’s glow, with soothing beams
Will ease my aching feet.

As the wind begins to whisper and the waves come rolling in,
The music of the Universe will free my soul to sing.
Far and wide I’ll travel before the break of day,
To special places close at hand and others far away.
And, when my work is done in this life we cannot see,
I’ll return to where I left last night to fulfill my destiny,
Pick up my rod and staff and the things I’ve brought along,
And carry on my journey until this day is done,
Taking all life has to offer and giving in return
All I have to offer to complete the sacred turn.

With these words said, he bade me well,
Turned to walk away,
I wished him well, sent him love,
There was nothing I could say,
But I watched him as he walked, steadfastly, on his way,
And often, now, I think of him and all he had to say.
He could not give me answers to the questions that I had,
Yet he gave me all there was to give, all there was to have.
He gave me of his purpose, in the cycle of his time,
And I, in turn, more quietly, gave to him of mine.

So our meeting ended, as all things come to pass,
I presumed, naively, that we had seen our last,
Then I saw him just the other day,
On a different stretch of beach,
He didn’t carry cases, nor did he stay to teach,
He simply raised his hand in greeting,
Smiled a tender smile,
Floated from the soft, white sand,
Hovered singing for a while,
When a blinding beam of light
Encased his shining soul
And he departed from this world of goods
To where – I do not know,
But I know that I shall follow,
One day, as is my turn,
When I have given all that I can give
And taken in return.

© Copyright Robin McShane

A Soul’s Journey – NaPoWriMo Day 24

There I walk along the street
A loved one by the hand
Squeeze them tight
Hold them close
Love deep in the land

Tarry not
Do not fret
I won’t be long away
As earthly time divests my power
And takes my breath away

Despoil me not
Deride me not
For it is I you seek
Yet find me in the strangest place
Buried in you deep

I am your voice of reason
I am your compass mark
The bearing that you follow
When your way seems lost and dark

I am the soul within you
The part that touches God
I am the greater part of you
Reborn to the path you trod

For it is done
All played and sealed
In thought there’s nothing more
Just play your part, the one you chose
Rehearsed until well-heeled

Take no new road
Opening up
Which seems the way to go
For your vision here is limited
You cannot see you know

All is one
One is all
The journey of the soul
T’was written for us long ago
The path that we must follow

We think we know it well
Can take the way we choose
Yet find that in the end
Return we must or lose

With such a price to pay for this
The so-called freedom choice
We lose our souls, our inner way
And blame this very voice

For when we turn
Away from light
Seeking our own clear way
We hear the voices calling us
Leading us astray

These voices
Come from history past
Of physical recall
We cannot hear their purity
For there is none at all

And yet we listen
Thinking fast
That this must be our call
In fear we trip and run and chase
The echoes of this thrall

Then when we stop and pause for breath
Find silence in the peace
The God of us, our inner voice
Can touch us in this place

We listen
Horrified
At what we have begun
Find ourselves in places
Where we cannot see the sun

Detracted from the path we set
In our spirit and our soul
To give us reason, purpose here
To answer to our goal

So we return
With empty hands
Excuses on our tongues
And beg and plead our cases
In cold and burnt out drums

Its all been heard and all been said
So many gone before
Souls devouring life on Earth
Souls now, oh! so poor

Opportunities lost
Experiences gone
Never to be seen
Our spiritual destruction
For the part of us that’s been

It answers to a higher call
The over self itself
It answers to the God of all
The one who tried to help

We who thought
That we knew best
Were sure we knew the mind
The greater soul, the larger good
The one we left behind

So scream no more for chances lost
Ask not for more to come
Accept our fate, our choices made
And run before the sun.

Going Home

Life on Earth is taking strain
Do we forget from whence we came?

Of course we do and there’s the curse,
This distance growing makes it worse.

Yet just a single thought away,
We can be home, at rest, at play.

Who says life here is so hard
When it’s us who choose to think our path?

And God stands with us as we grow,
Ever more closely, going home.

Minstrel Paths – NaPoWriMo Day 10

Then wand’ring minstrels came to me,
Fleet of foot and fancy free,
Took my breath, my life, my way,
Stole my lady far that day.

Sang and danced and all made merry,
Drank the wine and drained the sherry,
Delved beneath my steadfast way,
Shook foundations, made pillars sway.

Long held beliefs toppled through their sieve,
Ways of living disrupt they did,
Held me down, yet let me go,
Wrapped me in their way, their show.

Freed me from my lifelong chains,
Took the binds and cut the reins,
Freedom burst upon my soul,
All light and love and Go! Go! Go!

So moving with them at their pace,
Accepting that there is no race,
Flowing with the streams of light,
Into moments shining bright.

Finding new paths opening up,
Meandering trails with buttercup,
All leading home with choices rife,
Returning us to the source of life.

Collecting all experience gathered,
Refining essence, purity balanced,
Light and love surrounding all,
Please release your perceptions tall.

Step into the new found day,
Different, each, their special way,
To take us home, our tales to tell,
In one big swirl our history gel.