Insurmountable

22/11/2024 / delphini510 / 38 Comments

Insurmountable 

I feel a prayer rise within me
for guidance and help as so much shatter,
As hills seem insurmountable , I need a hand.

I pray for a clear head but most
for a trusting and steady heart. 

Maybe I am asking too much when the world is burning
when so many suffer losses and pain, far above understanding.
I should say thanks instead, for every good that has come my way.

Do my  battles with steady mind
be grateful for the loving hearts that surround.
Remember that without love and care our souls don’t live.

I can here the songs from birds outside.

Miriam Ivarson

Find your Habitat

13/11/2024 / delphini510 / 23 Comments

 
 Find your habitat

The seagull does not hurry
as it sails the thermals,
Seeming so calm and content.

At times he will dive, 
catch a fish;
Eat and rise in harmony again,

except when he finds the flock
Busy fighting on land.
Fighting for remnants,
scraps that we left behind.

Many say no. I want to be free,
find my food in the sea;
Then ride the wind and thermals.

Learn about the sky, the sea and wind.
Learn to be free.

Miriam Ivarson

LIVE TO THE FULL

09/10/2024 / delphini510 / 26 Comments

Live to the full

I walked in the garden this morning
felt blessed,
The fresh morning air filled me
no elixir could be finer than this.

Looked at the rose, so beautiful, so fresh
what can you do but smile ;
At life so joyfully displayed.

Yet it knows, and so do I,
that one day it will die,
But it doesn’t stop it living life to the full.

I know people like that and yet I cry.
Their courage and smiles fills me with awe.
Why do they have to go, and why so often in pain.

I love them so much, yet the very love
is what also holds the pain.
Yet I want more than anything 
to give courage to him or her.

Miriam Ivarson

COME IN

12/03/2024 / delphini510 / 30 Comments

LITTLE STONE

03/06/2023 / delphini510 / 34 Comments

LITTLE STONE

I held a little granite stone
in my hand
this morning.

It spread warmth and peace
told about all it met.
Vast oceans, sands and light;
All compressed so very tight.

Matters from ground and sea
all telling us, about silence
about stillness that speaks;
About love.

The little stone spread energy
through my hand and mind.

© miriam ivarson

THE S O U N D

25/05/2023 / delphini510 / 17 Comments

THE S O U N D

The sound of rain
needs no translation,
nor does the sound of trees;
Be it in stillness or storm.

They need no translation to any tongue.
They speak directly to the soul.

The grasses greeting the sun
as they come to life again
can only be understood by your heart.

As for the mighty seas and oceans
They are but sounds so great,
How could they ever be translated
when they speak directly to the heavens.

To your soul.

No translation could ever be as strong,
could ever be so pure:
No language capture its might.
Only stillness within will hear.

Will make your whole being sing.

© miriam ivarson

P E A R L S

01/04/2023 / delphini510 / 20 Comments

P E A R L S

There are times you meet someone
A precious pearl in the business of life;
Like healing balm they are
with wise words and smiles.

Your whole being feels brighter
your eyes start shining again.

You treasure these pearls
whether they stay long or short
keeping them safely in your heart,
Take them out ever now and then.

Hoping that I might be a Pearl
and one day give light to someone;
Give kindness with deep attention,
switch on a light within them.

Pearls that they can also take out
ever now and again;
Make them smile and hum.

© miriam ivarson

MISTAKES

16/03/2023 / delphini510 / 28 Comments

MISTAKES

Why do we make mistakes
did the choices look right at the time,
did a voice whisper no, did we ignore?
Did something glitter that had us in awe ?

Was it easier to take a skip and a spin
than contemplate for a while.

Taking time now, sitting by a stream
under a Birch and Spruce,
I can see that mistakes can lead to wonders
to joys that shine and give blessings.

So I feel a peace descending ,
could some mistakes be the foundation
of the shine and fullness I feel now.

Maybe the weave I wove with so many colours
created a work of art, just so.

Yes, there would be so many colours
blues from the sky, ocean and lakes.
Colours from rocks, trees and fields.
Streaks of black from the night woven in.

c/ miriam ivarson