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

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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

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

 

H O P E

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H O P E

Hope sustains me
hope is life enhancing
hope is positive

It has carried mankind
through pain untold.

Giving us strength to see,
there must be good beyond.
Beyond cruelty, hate, sickness
both of body and mind.

Love, its natural partner
This life giving force,
Sure to be stronger than hate.
Love is Life itself.

Without, all will wither an die;
Like plants in a rainless land.

Lifting my face to the sun
I feel tears in my Heart,
tears of grief for pain untold,
Tears of joy of hope for a world at peace.

You are a dreamer I am often told.
Maybe that is true,
If so, I hope for many dreamers
among you, you and you …

© miriam ivarson

 

 

Sacredness

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SACREDNESS

There is sacredness in all living things.
In a blade of grass, in the complexity of a tree.
They just are.
In harmony within and without.

There is sacredness in the early morning song
from each bird, wherever it found a perch.
They glory in the freshness and serenity
in stillness and early morning dew.

There is sacredness in each of us if we give space,
if we don’t split ourselves in two or more.
It can’t be understood, just felt
when we give ourselves up to peace

to the act of listening and being.
part of tranquility, of rustling leaves
part of creation and creativity.

As we are gifted the complexity of mind,
let us use it with wisdom and calm
in harmony with the sacredness within.

What wonders we then could create, in unity
How light we would feel,
when the burden of conflict is thrown overboard.

Finally we realize, the planet and all its life
belong to each and every one.

© miriam ivarson

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