Ride. 26 December 2018

Ride the wild winds with me
Soar through the dark storm
Taste the joy of the flashing silver stream
And bind the power of the form

Fill your heart till it cannot hold
But screams with the release
Of passion

You are my heart, my soul
Without you I am not whole
Take me into your heart
So that we two are one

© Ian Croft December 2018

Christmas to the men of TEW 2018

I wish I had a merry missive
Fit to send you on this day

You deserve a jolly rollocking....
a bollocking.... a collection of nouns and verbs
Mixed with mistletoe and other herbs

Instead..... to you wonderful men I'll say.....

Merry Christmas!

That's my way. 

© Ian Croft December 2018

Happy. 21 December 2018

Shall I write something happy? 

What makes "happy"?
I love the movie Happy Feet
About the penguin who searches
for his heart song

We search for our own heart song too

Till we find that song
We are empty

How can we find the song?
For one person, the song is in creation
For another the song is in competition
The song can be to serve....
.... to burn for another like a flame

Why?

For some the force is passion
... another serves for love
Others serve from habit or compulsion
and the song is not satisfying.

When does the heart song come?

The heart song might come
in a time of hardship
or it might blossom in a time of great joy
But it seldom comes when it is sought
.... or when it is forced

Everyone is different.....
so be kind to yourself.

Listen

The heart song might be a booming joyous sound
Or it might be a tiny voice aching to be heard

Be ready..... Be mindful..... Listen

© Ian Croft December 2018

The Gulf 20 December 2018

In my life my brothers were denied me
My sisters didn't see me... nor accept me

I couldn't see the brother bond
The sister bond could not see me

So I wandered somewhere between the two
I didn't understand the first
And the second didn't understand me.

The recent times show hope
A small band of brothers has reached
Across the gulf
And a way has been found

A way to heal the loneliness
...... I hope

Thankyou my brothers

© Ian Croft December 2018

Swirling .... 15 December 2018

Thoughts tumble through my head
I wish I'd remember what they said
Was it this? Or that?
Oh for the calm I had before
A day or two.... maybe more
 

Three days ..... it's only three days since

We shared so deeply

One to nine .... nine to one....

...Oh ... ... it was SO much FUN!

The time touched me to my core

It left me aching for so much more

... and then James and I shared two days ..... 

.... again we plumbed the depths.

There were no secrets .... we shared our loves

... our pains.

Then on this day I visited Washie's site ...

... and my heart bled once more.

Oh Goddess .... 

So till Tuesday I will wait .... 

to see you all .... and to say .... Mate!

© Ian Croft December 2018

Frangipani 14 December 2018

In our house there are frangipani trees

When the house was new
The trees were already old
Placed in the ground
with their roots firmly bound

their trunks supported the younger branches above

The bound roots did not support the trunk
So the gardener placed strong supports
from ground to trunk
circling all round

As time travelled on
the roots sent their shoots
far through the ground
.... and the roots became strong

The trunk felt their support
... said "Thank you roots.  Maybe with your help
I can stand alone?"

And the time came when the gardener
visited the tree..... and the gardener felt
the strength of the roots.... felt the strength of the trunk.

"It is good" thought the gardener
and he removed the circling supports

So the tree stood alone.

Hear o man..... 
Do you have ears to hear the tale
Of roots and trunk? .... and circling supports? 
The message is there for us all. 

© Ian Croft December 2018

Last thoughts 13 December 2018

Sitting in the detritus of a time of wonder
Before this precious group
Is ripped asunder

I think of times before

I think of now

And... I think of times to come. 



© Ian Croft December 2018