Duty and Love Living a life of duty with the one you profess to love, Leaves a life without glory for both. Love can never be faked nor replaced with another coin; Love fills all, creates. Duty can protect, can repair walls Love dances free, without a fence. Duty can build castles and shelters, also prison for spirit and soul. Love can set us free. It takes courage to follow love, its breathtaking dance and trails. Creating with truth and warmth. © miriam ivarson
Little Leaf
Good morning little leaf, so brave
spinning and dancing in the trellis.
For a month you hung on and still do
whilst your sisters and brothers fall.
What strength holds you steady
yet lets you dance so wild.
You encourage me every day.
It knows its time will come, until then
it will dance with the wind,
rest in the sun.
© miriam ivarson
VALIDATION
Do we walk alone or in threes and fours
Seeking ourselves within friends?
Do we seek a soulmate to hold
and to be held. Keep the heart safe;
Although feeling it might break?
Do we seek validation among the many,
Do we seek and give, love and care.
I heard the story about a man
He walked for forty years in solitude,
a hermit in the vastness of mountains and lakes
in different countries, yet all the same,
freedom and truth from the greatness around.
I would like to meet this man, hear his thoughts,
Did he find wholeness and peace?
Among mountains, lochs and lakes.
Does it get lonesome at all?
Could it be that we are part of both?
Craving solitude but also a friend.
Someone who would walk with us
through pain and joy.
© miriam ivarson
The Sun
The sun came up as it has since time begun
painting sky and earth in its glorious colours,.
Bewitched I stood there and for a while,
only did exist.
Looking down at my beloved Hibiscus
I told it that I felt sorrow too,
as its budding glories might not bloom;
Autumn was here and quite cold.
So the seasons go and we can but
follow their eternal song,
From spring, summer, autumn and snow.
Learning to embrace and be part.
Yet, the sun will always rise
Sometimes high and at times low,
As we greet this warming globe
Let us rejoice, not moan.
©miriam ivarson
Drunk on Joy
Has it struck you at times, out in free open spaces
how very loud the little songbirds sing
how clear and distinct, from high trees near and far;
Yet their dome is the sky and walls don’t exist.
How can their little bodies contain so much
strength, beauty and joy.
Yet, in between they work hard finding food;
Building nests and teaching their young.
I wonder if we think to much whilst they simply live,
rejoice in song and flight when work is done.
Or in between.
Imagine humans bursting out in song, just like that
without wondering if it is good enough, or worse
If you are drunk.
It occurs to me that it would be wonderful to be
drunk on joy and gratitude for being, here and now.
Sing and dance with happiness,
not being so correct.
© miriam ivarson
The Fen
My friends, I so wish you could hear
the sound of Dragonfly wings over the Fen,
the whispering of Butterflies as they nectar seek.
Would it be that you could share the humming silence;
The wonder, the awe.
I spot a little sparrow on the ground, pecking in peace,
he also is part of the serenity that surrounds.
The stillness that whispers in the breeze
the tranquility of crickets, dragonflies, butterflies,
of us breathing quietly, not saying a thing.
I can feel the sun caress my skin, not burning,
gently makes me feel as if glowing.
Earth is giving up scents so heavenly,
the richness of which I cannot describe.
I wish you could smell it too.
The scent from earth, so generous
flooding our senses.
© miriam ivarson
C o u r a g e
This Poppy talked to me
About giving, about courage
as it made its home in a crack in a wall,
which surrounded a church.
A village church
800 hundred years old, so I am told.
The brave Poppy seed liked the warmth,
the peace and the sun.
Found enough earth and settled down.
Now, here I stand and feel deep harmony
as the Poppy’s fragile petals gently move in the breeze.
Its joyful colours smile.
What light it brings.
© miriam ivarson
MORNING DEW
Hibiscus greeted me this morning
Dressed in a glittering crystal veil
Gentle pearls of water
formed a gown sublime.
In reverence, with joyful heart
I drank its beauty in
Said my thanks for lifting,
Lifting my heart and spirit high.
c/ miriam ivarsoon
Hidden Wings
This morning as the sun arose
I saw a little bird fly in,
blessing my garden with its grace.
It fed among flowers and seeds
without hurry or greed,
leaving enough for the friends.
Suddenly he hopped up to my patio door,
turned his head side to side, studying me;
I was feeding too.
I could hear him tweet, you can also fly,
your wings are hidden within.
Just trust and you will rise;
Higher each time.
I tried this once before, when I was a girl,
I thought my arms too thin, no wings at all.
Now I wonder, does he mean my spirit wings?
Could I soar and dip and swing
if I trust the wings within.
Why don’t we all give it a try.
© miriam ivarson
Can You Hear
Can you hear them. Million voices
calling out in fear and pain,
Can you feel their agony;
Their loss of hope and faith.
Can you hear them calling
as sickness sweeps the world;
As bombs drop and missiles fly.
Can you hear their pain?
Can you see them,
the suffering and dispossessed?
Can you tell why it should be so?
Words turn to a trickle, a whisper
As another tragedy hits mankind, the Earth.
Is it then wrong to remember, we only have here and now,
so let us hear the flowers sing sweetly
part of nature’s orchestration.
May one day we hear the million voices sing;
Singing songs of freedom and joy.
Call me a dreamer if you wish, so be it.
© miriam ivarson
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