Friday’s English Haiku – #37

a slice of sagitarius - hubble

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Dark, light-speckled space
Millions of suns now born
Life arising far

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© 2018 Robin McShane

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Rain, Life

Rain came
Carried me away in buckets of fire, snow and ice
Labelled me victorious
Slushed me with more
Washed me with less
Hid parts of me
Exposed others
Took the wind from my lungs
And lashed the coast of my being
In hurricane like breezes
Made from my own breath
Howling from within
Demanding change
A difference
Anything but this

Yet this is the reason I am here
And the solace my soul seeks

To deny it
Denies life

Life will not be denied

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Ecosystems Call

raindrops

Examples for us all
Lie naturally around
As energy takes form
In smell and sight and sound
Our psyches change, our bodies too
Our ecosystems call
And we but answer quietly
Subtly yet true

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The Moments Of The Soul

water drop fantasy

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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A Temporary Life

Time it spun away from me
Reaching out, it flew right past
Far from my range and out of grasp
A fantasy of existence passed

Interesting to see anew
A whole world in a shell
Tumbling, turning on itself
Seeing nothing outside it’s spell

Eternal lifetime spent outside
Does nothing to prepare
For once we’re drawn inside
Our souls are ravaged and stripped bare

Like children in a new world
We search for sense and meaning
The Universe, like parents
Can but watch us roil in our demeaning

Then when we step outside
Return to paths long trod
The Universe embraces us
The all-encompassing God

Experiences gathered all as one
Lifetimes put as gain
For spiritual development
Rolls on and on again

‘Time’ spent inside this capsule
Is but a blink of eye
For lifetime in Eternity
Goes far beyond you and I

 

© Copyright Robin McShane – August 2014
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Needs or Wants

Wonder not what have I got,
What car, what house, what tree,
But look towards the deeper side,
The me eternally.

Who cares the trappings,
Chattels and goods?
When reaper calls
What goes understood?

Memories of love,
Touches of heart,
Universe music,
Songs to depart.

 

© Copyright Robin McShane – June 2014

My Universal Prayer

In solitude and peace I lay,
With silence and with faith I pray,
To ask for Universal Truth,
Of inner knowing, beyond proof.

Love of soul, love of life,
Care for all, release the strife,
Be my guidance, be my heart,
Remind my purpose at each day start.

Help me to be more aware
Of choices, all potential there,
In every moment that I live,
Guide me of my soul to give.

Answer insight, love divine,
Give to life the strength that’s mine,
See beyond mind’s endless sweep,
Feel beneath for reasons deep.

Call to spirit, call to soul,
Call to life’s blood, call to know,
Far beyond the Earth’s confine,
Being’s heart and soul define.

Savour inner beauty deep,
Sense surrender as to sleep,
Share my soul, the greater part,
Sure of other half and heart.

Feel the beauty, feel the pain,
Live to never be the same again,
Direct with purpose to fulfill
The reason of my inner will.

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.

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