Simon the poet

feelings from a traveller along life's pathways

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I've travelled; I've lived here and there; always searching for something. And yet perhaps the one discovery of recent years has been the realisation that I have a strong clear voice inside. I listen so much to so many voices, some my own - despairing, angry, frustrated, scared. And I want to achieve so much! But what I'd really like is to reach out to you, call you to listen to your voice. And then who knows what might happen in this crazy world of ours. And I'd like to live on in your thoughts. Share what we have and who we are; what else can we do? We all have such strength and beauty and love - we just have to find the courage to show it - and to share it. Because that's where hope comes from. That's how I can face the future.

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

do be do be do

How hard is it just to be
After a lifetime of doing
How hard is it just to sit
With hands and brain idle

How can we be in this moment
With itchy feet urging us on
How to capture the sunlight
On its fleeting glance across our lives

What reward is there to sit
As if a cat dozes on your lap
Or a baby close to dreams
Asking only for your peace

To see the morning mist
The glisten of frosty leaf
A blade of grass
Sprinkled with dew

We live as if our deeds
Are the only way to immortality
So that our hearts feel lost
In a tossing sea

What if we take a breath
And see the beauty around
Listen with the heart
And let the mind drift free

Will that fill our lives
Quiet the unstill mind
Mark our place in time
Or just let be


Simon

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