Life itself is meditation.

Life itself is meditation. should we ever feel confused. When we wake up to simplicity. there is a joyfulness. We need never again refuse. The light comes in again this morning to blush the tiny cherry toms. Kindness reddens cheeks and puts a tingle down inside my beating gentle resting heart Yet sends a tender tingle to my toes bits and pieces may seem a rough and tumble and a jumble jungle to confuse yet my own sweet tender God made fingers can unthread and sew and recompose Nothing is ever ever EVER wasted for this is a potter's field I once played the part of Judas since then much has been revealed. he tossed away the gold and talents that he got paid for kissing his GOoD friend and even he was as such forgiven by the ONE who still trasscends Mmmmm I have less to do today freed as I am by Jesus Christ to simply Jimmy be I have a gull and sunshine for a speech therapist and a mural forest for the children who will see kind tender playful characters from books new and old from the forest library I am so in love with a girl who has a lovely smile who seeks love and harmony may she step into the forest of the paper trees and flowing rivers of the RIVERMAN with me yes there is a place for US and I really do hope GOD will be with us and someday when the time is right Lord I pray my girl will marry me. Seems a fantasy and a distant dream like Lear's Piggy wig with the ring at the end of his nose But we know about the Emperor how he got conned into being naked in a brand new set of clothes Whilst Adam and Eve wore fig leafs when neither of them prior to their fall were bare No like blushing cherry red tomatoes The author saw them and they were perfect and in the brand new renewed life they were forgiven unjudged and had they not a care. To realize that life itself is meditation will put all back in touch with life once more 'the love of money' is the 'root of all evil' dig it up and burn it place the tree of life again back there.

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Oh to walk bare foot through a beachside forest feel the warmth of the fine sand oh to swim in warm and friendly currents lay back read and understand that the world is vast and rounded and has no squares corners to be in and that the breath inside my body is shared with each and everything.How to remove all self focused notions as the salty ocean kisses my two lips and the fresh melted mountain water run so freely i shall sip.As I feel a better notion pouring freely through my brain and the zen of simply being tiny makes me home everywhere again.Oh to be a freer person than the thought s would sometimes have me be.Then I could lend a hand or simply rest here with my soul quite happily.Unencumbered by my folly of always working hard in heart and mind and somehow find an understanding 'he's got the whole world in his hands'.may today be just paper folding a little glue and a nice cup of tea.I'm not meant to wake and worry.I am only simply supposed to gently 'be'.All I love will be fine without me .All I care for tenderly embraced.Oh I love someone so fully and always long to see her face.Yet I must of course find oceans peaceful minded and set free.Provide pace joy and understanding and try to dissolve like salt into the flowing streams a running to the open sea.

Life

You are life to me each morning as i compose a poem from a tear. Life is a teardrop on a young girl's face Sometimes wellies plashing in puddle. So a teardrop and a puddle what then as each passing year? A leaf a stick a blossom floating in a stream Life becomes a nice warm reverie a bathtub or a shower and wondrous stream In the steamed up window I would draw you as you lay down in your tub of course writing there 'I love you' a trickling drop slide downward from above You are every wetness that I have ever known my own self swimming in St Ives sweet sunny sea Every dewdrop on each bud or flowers You are very life to me I got you pumping through my own blood The realer currency the currency of hearts beating air fuelled lungs extracting goodness from the morning or the evening air our hearts beating constantly you are moistening your bed sheets from the pores of all you are Life is the vast ocean we're both star fish and we're stars Snow is melting on the mountains to bring reservoirs of purity to you and I Even purer than the drizzle mist a spilling tenderly from yon sky I long to lay with you in heather though we both wake up all wet I want to feel warm rain rush over both of us God will shelter us from all repression and regret There's a lake where all is mirrored but all I want to view is you as you bathe yourself upon the shore I hold a sunny towel ready there for you Then we head off to our shelter there is washing on the line let it get rinsed with mountain shower as we step in and with stick n logs we make a lovely fire we smell the wood smoke sap a blazing like the joy it is to be alive. Everybody sleeping safe n warm inside the stories written by the lovely countryside And no need for any hidden just the clarity of us we love life and all its season we're at one with all the buzz. The wood the clay the earth n seeds we're 'makers of good grace' we see god surrounding everything and we feel Love's features in our won sweet mirrored face Good morning my sweet lover good morning my good friend there is a love that lasts for ever as we begin for each other again to sow the seeds of hopefulness and kindness to all around and water the sweet patch of strawberries and Victorian sink of seedlings Your very self my hallowed ground may innocence be ours and may we keep sweet company I love to see you fly about and sometimes land upon my knee Thankyou darling hold me till the very end of time and back again as we continue life of images and rhyme just like HOLY bread and wine Amen