are the Spheres’ whispers and music
the moon and the stars.
Among all noise and commotion,
the heavens just serenely are;
Spreading life giving light and warmth.
the word floated past this morn
tickled my spirit and tongue,
a delicious word
What does it mean to you or me?
I don’t doubt the timelessness
of oceans and seas,
Believe they will always hum and roar;
Their soothing, eternal and rhythmic song.
Whilst storing heat for our Earth.
The sky above, so exhilaratingly vast,
star studded at night.
I am sure it will always be
Timeless, beautiful, filled with mystery.
As to our beautiful, shimmering Earth,
how will it stand the test of time?
Our husbandry is awry and must improve
May we find harmony with the planet we love.
What about us humans, will our love, thoughts,
Creativity of all kind,
be a timeless force
forever drifting in the ether and inspire.
© miriam ivarson
Solitude and Love
I know solitude, its peace and calm,
its loneliness at times;
It fills the shadows where your inner self resides
with clarity, truth and light,
I know love, its burning flames and gentle ones,
its soaring heights;
Growing in abundance and joy
in the dance of life.
Both have been sought since beginning of time,
as separate entities;
Yet, aren’t they part of the same?
Of the song of life.
So in a heart becalmed, the truth shimmers,
Let love dance free in storms and sun,
also to freely live in Solitude.
Never separate the two,
together they enrich and strengthen;
The ocean and sky live in you,
you live in them.
Free and true.
© miriam ivarson
Is it only through utter, total peace
or its opposite,
sorrow and pain,
That we can experience;
The depth and crest of creation
Not to forget joy beyond words,
Stillness without bounds
where thoughts can’t reach.
Hear the whispers of leaves and grass,
just rejoice in the beauty of a butterfly,
a bird, a meadow field;
Nature seemingly holding its breath,
I want to hold you all, to share this moment,
Of otherworldly tranquility,
Help you see, it is so easy and yet so hard
To leave worries, plans and charts behind,
To taste an hour of total peace.
C/ miriam ivarson