The last day 13 December 2018

I woke at three
I woke at four
Maybe I woke at even more

I woke at five
And my heart was overflowing
So I poured that love away
I used it to water my heart
who is far away

She heard my overflow
And answered for a while
An oasis of passion in the desert
Flowers bloom

But now we men....
We men gather to say farewell
Some of us will meet again....
And renew this sweet soul touch

Some of us will never meet again

But we will remember

How could we forget?

Each soul is a shining light that draws us in.

And I....  I..... I will remember.

© Ian Croft December 2018

Beginnings. December 2018

Beginnings

 

This morning I reached a point
Where my body told my head to stop
So I retraced my steps
Back down the path
To where the journey began

 

Along the way my heart was light
I sang some songs
I drank in the sight
Of dogs.... and ducks
I watched those ducks
With all my might.

 

I saw the way
Mr Big Duck took control
Reached high
.... and flapped..... and quacked
And cared for every single duck

 

Eventually I found the start
Where we all began
And waited for the other guys
To find the place
Where we all began

 

And it struck me as I sat
How though we all began

In the same place....

Somehow we had found a different beginning

As we each walked in our way

 

© Ian Croft December 2018

 

I awaken. December 2018

Song to the Earth

This is a song written by Washuntara.  It is an important part of the experience of "The Elders Way" 2018

I awaken                                            The Song - I Awaken
In the pure land

In a world
Full of compassion.

I awaken
In the pure land
A world of love
And understanding

I awaken
Every morning
A smile is born
Upon my lips

I am solid
I am refreshed
In my practice
Of happiness

I awaken
In the pure land
In a world
Full of wisdom

I have arrived
I am home
There is kindness
There is trust

I come back to
My body now
Breathing in
And breathing out

In this moment
This lovely moment
I am calm.....
I am well.....
I am at peace

Mates 9 Dec 2019

Mates

Gee it's great to have a mate
Someone who wants to know
If I'm feeling up... or feeling down...
or just stubbed my bloody toe

I've lived a hermit for oh so long
I forgot the healing touch
of a hand upon my shoulder
asking me "Are you OK?" 

© Ian Croft December 2018

The spaces in between 9 Dec 2019

The spaces in between

We say a a lot.... you and I
Words really wing between

We talk of this.... or that
Of the places that we've seen

We tell a tale of days at work
Of worries that we have
Of things that really piss us off
Or things that make us scream.

But the things we say
That make me sad
Are the things we scream out loud
The unvoiced cries of remembered pain
In the spaces in between

Those words we do not speak
I hear them in my mind
The words you ache to say
But do not know the way

They're shouted none the less
by the spaces in between

This one says "See? I hurt!"
That one says "Help me.... please"
Unvoiced cries of pain and ache
They really shout out loud
Despite the silence that is left
by the spaces in between

I want to know..... I really do
the thoughts you do do not speak
The mem'ries that will not leave you lone
You ache to share them if you could
In the  spaces in between 

© Ian Croft December 2018

I remember 9 Dec 2019

[... when we cast into the ocean the thing we did not want to remember]

I remember

My story has not served me well.
It has tormented me
and wrapped me in invisible chains
.... chains of remembered pain
.... chains of relived feelings


But my story has been cast away
.... and now I remember where the story lies


Waves now wash the story
where it lies in the rocks.
The water dissolves the paper
On which the story lives

The pain of the story washes into the ocean

Peace.

© Ian Croft December 2018

The heart voice stirs

In time past my heart voice cried out
in a time of pain it burst out
.... the words spoke of my inner turmoil
and of my pain

The heart cried out to be heard and understood
by any who would listen.
The heart spoke of the walls that surrounded it
It begged for acceptance.

Once it had spoken, the heart fell silent
It listened to the echoes of its cries.
The echoes reverberated through years
And the heart could no longer speak.

          Silence

                                Silence

Then the heart began to stir.
The words are bubbling
through the potent mixture
Of hope and anticipation

The steps are seen.....
and the steps are waiting to be trod.

The heart voice is forming
And soon will be heard. 

© Ian Croft December 2018