TREASURES

TREASURES

You wonder what the two pieces
of driftwood
means to me.
They had casually been thrown up on the shore.

Pieces of beauty that travelled far
they have so much to tell
Of oceans, people, fear and hope.

If I were a painter with the fame of Van Gogh
I might paint it so you could see.
It is not just discarded wood.

They were polished by life
Roughened by salt and sand

Battered whilst still in human domain.

I shall sand them, gently polish
with natural oil.
Then make an honoured corner with
Driftwood and shells.

© miriam ivarson

photos by miriam ivarson

UNANIMITY

Unanimity

Love makes you strong
yet helpless at times.
Love can move mountains
yet not heal a suffering friend.

We can comfort, soothe and help,
hold a hand, give courage, but
can we remove the core pain?

Is being there enough when storm roars?

I look at the birds and see their ease
their natural being, living free today;
I listen to shouting and angry voices
who think they know how to lead.

I say, you don’t know a thing.
We all need care, love and togetherness.
Not anger and weapons,
lifeless tools for creating a whole.

Fragmented you leave the world.

Let love and care be behind our actions
it is surprising how good that feels,
Remember, we are all the same
and yet unique.

Our souls will whisper our songs
They will all sing in tune.

© miriam ivarson

FOOTSTEPS

FOOTSTEPS

I close my eyes and see the ocean,
It lifts my spirit high;
Faithful and true, ever strong
it moves and stills, storms and comforts
.

The ocean was there when Earth began
and never let her down.
Its rhythm and song was Always.

A lullaby and a symphony in one.

As I drift inland, forests appear
Trees of all kind, being their faithful selves.
Raising branches and leaves
to the life giving rain and sun.

Ocean and forest, life affirming forces.
Will mankind ever understand,
the strength and love needed
to give like them.

To create life here that is harmonious
A life that gives in joy, that does not destroy.
A life that wants harmony for all,

A life that leaves creative foot steps,
Footsteps that softly raise minds high.

© miriam ivarson

photos by miriam ivarson

Enslaved

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Enslaved

The word makes me shudder and yet,
have I not been there myself? I wonder,
as I witness the seemingly subtle bonds,
that weaves a web for many of us;

Silken maybe, tighter as time goes.

Disguised under umbrella of love and fun
the bonds keep weaving with beautiful words,
with tempting events, tantalizing baits.

I wake up ever now and again and muse,
what happened to my dreams and plans.
All that meant life to me?
How easily did I abandon my gifts.

I should fly for while, to find me.
To recall and feel who I really am?
Find my dreams, my enthusiasm.
Set myself and my dreams free.

Find those who dance together
Yet leave space for all to grow,

In respect and love for each other’s Identity.

© miriam ivarson

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A Life Force

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A Life Force

I love his voice caressing my ears
Like chocolate slowly melting in the mouth,
I love his steady gaze as I laugh and dance;
Like sun on the skin a summer’s day.

I love the Blackbird having his morning bath
with splash and preening, making feathers shine,
I love his morning song so full of light
praising the dawn, praising life.

I love my best friend in every way,
her bright blue eyes, her shining hair;
I love the care that shines as we meet,
the laughter we share and at times grief.

I trust her without hesitation,
she holds my hand and I hold hers;
We shelter each other and we fly free.

Could that be what I am trying to say,
Love is a life force
Whatever the situation, love enhances,
Expands our life, expands all creation.

© miriam ivarson

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Where Sky and Earth blend

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Where Sky and Earth blend

There is always an horizon
so I believed, and there is.
Sitting by the sea as sun sets,
We see the horizon defined
where ocean meets the sky.

The seeming back of the stage
from whence spectacular displays burst forth;

Same happens when we watch the sunrise
or even the Moon throwing its mystic light.

I have stood high up on a ship at night,
in the middle of Atlantic it was.
Saw blackness so black I felt I was blind.
So black that no horizon could be discerned,

not good if you steered by stars.

Makes me wonder about our spirit,
could it be blinded too, only see the dark?
Unaware of the horizon of light.

How easy this could happen in a world of pain,
To not trust the light behind horizons
of dark nights at sea, deserts storms or earth.

© miriam ivarson

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V O T E

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V O T E

Vote of non confidence in Heart
was called
by those who saw Brain as saviour.

My heart shivers with fright,
how can we live in a world so cold,
so mechanical, so pointless.

Would it heal the problems on Earth
would it stop power hunger and greed?
I think not.

Never having been part of campaigns,
I now feel I have to raise my voice for the heart,
For love and compassion
For imagination and creativity.

My proposal is that we teach them to live
really Live a life in harmony;
Using every gift we have been bestowed.

Don’t be a slave of either
Embrace them both, they are yours.

Enjoy the power of a smile
Of thoughts and emotions set free to roam,
To reach the sky and beyond
to give praise to a beautiful world.

My vote is for confidence in both.

© miriam ivarson

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The Cloud

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THE CLOUD

The cloud came down to rest on Earth.
It travelled so far, was filled
with water, ashes, sand and air;
Ready to drop its burden soon.

Not here said the sunbather
Here, said the farmer;
Go to Sahara said the third.

Confused, the cloud cried and lost it all.
The conflicting desires changed its calm.
Should we possibly just accept
Today is cloudy or sunny or rainy.

Not selfishly thinking of just us
however tempting that might be.

The poor cloud had just been floating about
doing what clouds do
Without attachment to thoughts.

© miriam ivarson

 

WHY

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WHY

Why cries my inner self,
Why
so much cruelty and hate.
We were given a paradise,
Now look, look what man has done.

Grief and confusion fill my heart
as I see the world with so much
anger, hate and greed.

Many centuries man have been killing each other
In the name of God, Allah and Greed.
War and murder in the most horrendous ways;
Enslavement created profits

How could morals and goodness be so suppressed.

Don’t get me wrong, there is much goodness as well,
Ripples turning to rivers.
Love being the currency and care for all.

In all this rebirth of Earth and its children
there are already countries that count
their Gross profit in happiness,
Happiness of people in the land.

© miriam ivarson