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H o l d i n g

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Holding

Holding steady, holding firm
Love and care binding.
Floating through air, on waves,
through fears and joy.

Holding, never let go.
That is what the dream showed,

what a dream to come true.

Caring, seeing, holding with respect,
never greedy. Forming a bond of safety,
a circle of love.
A circle unbroken by storm or sun.

Could this dream be reality
Could we divest negativity and angst?

Seeing deep into each other’s souls
knowing them as they were our own,
Real soulmates, forever friends.

Daydream or real, it is for us to decide.
How do we want to lead our lives.
What choices do we make?

© miriam ivarson

 

INNER GPS

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A book that changed my life years ago
is “Illusions” by Richard Bach. It still
has an honoured place on the special shelf
near my bed. 

I will not tire you with the exact events now
but time and time again a quote from this book 
will come to mind. So it was a few days ago.

The quote is:  ‘You are led 
                   through your lifetime
                   by the inner learning creature,
                   the playful spiritual being
                   that is your real self.’
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Inner gps

I lead you, I am your inner GPS,
yes, it is a steep hill ahead
and yes, there is a narrow ledge too.
You will be frightened at times.

Unexpectedly you reach a plateau
and in front of you is spread
beauty overwhelming and immense.
Valleys, river, woodlands and fields

in hues only music can convey.

you will want to run and sing. 
To dance, to sit and dream
maybe swim.

Clamour around will try to own you,
to confuse who is really you and true.
Fearing your inner playful soul,

wanting you to cling with them
to customs, safety and rules,
with no singing brooks
no smiles and laughs.

© miriam ivarson

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Photos by Miriam Ivarson

 

INTROSPECTION

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Introspection

As I sit here this morning
my bedroom flooded with Star light,
Yes, the glorious sun,
It silences many of my reflections.

Like, what does my soul look like and where
does it live?
Why does my heart quiver so often
seeing remarkable beauty or dark?

Yet, as I sit here in the golden light
I do no longer feel the need to know.
It is enough, more than enough
To just be.

To touch, see, feel with loving
the miracles surrounding me.

Suddenly I see, my soul is me,
the rest is chemistry, physics, biology
and marvellous they are;

As they let my soul traverse
The wonder of Earth and Stars.

© miriam ivarson

White Dove and Rowan tree

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White Doves and Rowan Tree

Circling above, are
Snow White Doves
against cerulean sky.

Against red Rowan berries,
Tree so huge against the heavens.

How bravely they trust their wings,
Their precious gifts.
I dream my spirit would fly
with the confidence of their wings..

So I pack a little suitcase
With all courage I can find
and take to the air.
Suddenly I think of impossibility;

And the bag spills courage to the ground.

The birds perch on a rooftop so near,
telling me not to give up, how sweet.
I pack more courage and just go,
Not thinking at all.

This time I lasted a long while,
what glory and joy
To soar for a while and know,
just feel, fear and weight dropping off.

I will practice this soaring each day,
The white doves promised to help.
You are welcome to join should you wish.

miriam ivarson

 

 

Dancing the Waves

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Dancing the Waves

With love and delight she moves,
skimming and dancing across the sea
Her skirts made from froth and wakes,
swinging and dipping,

Like a ball gown in a wild dance.

A wonder so to dance on a sunny day
or under a full, silvery moon,
Partner the skiff, by the tiller,
sensitive to every move.

Feeling her rush towards the horizon,
at times lifting her prow high to the sky,
As if wanting to join the birds.

Whilst sailing, dipping and soaring with ease
free from any ties.

Making us humans seem lumbered,
laden with weights
Both physical and of mind,

Yet our spirits can be free as the skiff
Can soar as the birds
Don’t let us forget as we use this wonder,
the wonder that is our lives.

Let the eyes shine clear cyan, blue or brown
sparkling bright of life loved and lived.

c/ miriam ivarson

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WE ARE MORE

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WE  ARE  MORE

I talked to the Grasshopper this morning,
asked him why do you walk and not hop?
I have been watching quite bewildered.
Grasshoppers always hop.

The Grasshopper simply said;
I learnt to walk.
It was fun and I could look around.

How fixated had I been, putting him in a box.
The “hopping box””.

Now, this made me ponder,
why and how often do we do this?
Limit others and ourselves.

With labels and categories
each fitting an appropriate box.

Like the wise Grasshopper we should know
we contain many shades and hues,
many skills and dreams.

Why deny all these for one comfortable tag?
Why not dare dream, paint, write
stay in professions we love

Yet, not let the title be you
We are all so much more.

© miriam ivarson

 

 

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To Love Now

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To  Love  Now

Not the memories past
nor the dreams of future;
Love this moment, feel and see,
banish the cataloguing brain

At least for a while.

How can we take for granted
to see the birds flitting and feed,
Singing and playing in the trees.

Or see the wonder and immensity of the sky
the grand Cupola of Cosmos above,

Just now the heavenly scents from flowers
drift through the door. Should I not just Be?
Of course I should
and say thanks for the gifts and their multitude.

I wonder if I can bring this peace through the day,
pack it firmly in a corner of my heart.
I will tell you if it worked.
Or whether packing boxes won out.

Love the Now is not a new theory,
it is the only way to live, to feel joy.
Maybe we can convince our brains

Could they possibly live in harmony?

© miriam ivarson

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Invisible Grace

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INVISIBLE  GRACE

Sat in the sun this morning
among bushes, flowers and trees.
among birds, butterflies and bees
Some big, some small, all in harmony

As was I under favourite arbour
dressed in Honeysuckle and Clematis
Total stillness resided in my soul,
I felt perfect peace

Part of nature’s incredible gifts.

Sadly we humans often lose this inheritance
looking at imagined or real problems ahead,
fears that eat the soul which was born to just be

Part of the wonder of universe, of a garden, a song.

I see now that when I move, a new garden will be my goal
My first act of creation somewhere new,
make a haven for birds, flowers and trees
and for me

Somewhere were you can sit alone or with friends
thanking for the wonder that is.
And smile

As we refill ourselves with new vitality.

© miriam ivarson

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Fear FEAR Fear

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Fear  Fear  Fear

Suddenly the dark balloon bursts, 
with force scattering to the ground
ashes and fragments in multitude,
insignificant now, once content is revealed;

Total silence descends, stillness arrives.
Yet I am bewildered by this drama.
Silence, total silence descends,
Lucidity in quietness, like a flower, grows.

Whilst the wind blows ashes and fragments away.

The sky is so very blue, painfully so,
I couldn’t see that before.
What happened
what was actually in the this fearsome balloon?

It blocked out all light.

Behind the ‘zeppelin’, so filled with fear and doubt
an exciting new adventure was waiting;
Was calling my name.
Whilst frightened I hid below,
unable to accept what it held.

Now I can see the blue sky again, feel the sun
whilst walking, at times run,
Towards the adventure ahead.

Let my bare feet touch the ground
hair blowing free in the wind,
Skin kissed by the sun and breeze.

© miriam ivarson

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