THE COIN
I saw a coin, inscribed FEAR
Lying there in the mud,
I picked it up and felled
tears of sadness for mankind.
Turning the coin around a wonder happened
my tears washed the mud away,
It now shone and said HOPE.
This is what I now wish for you and me
Hope in good for Earth and us.
© miriam ivarson
Hi to Fear
Fear is dark, fear diminishes
Our minds and souls entrapped.
Caught in the net of imagined disaster
We become disabled and stunned.
A confinement we don’t desire.
Say hi to your fears, acknowledge them,
Don’t let them kill who you are.
A child of universe, a star, creativity.
You are that and more.
Let us ask, what do we plant and create
on this Earth of blessings and strife?
May it be beauty, wisdom, love.
Let us make the gift of life count
not drown in non living – alive.
© miriam ivarson
R E T R E A T
The word evokes peace
A choice to find harmony, stillness;
Calming the jumbled, twisted knots
finding the kernel of who we are.
Ordered isolation carries fear,
The fear we all feel at times,
fear of unknown, of loss, of death.
We lose sight of light, of ourselves.
Forget inherent strength
Forget we can love and laugh.
Retreat has a garden, flowers and birds,
All just live and trust.
Could we learn deep hope?
Isolation sounds like prison walls
maybe the word invokes more fear?
The spirit of man will win through,
As the beautiful songs from windows,
Along a street in Italy;
Made me believe in the essence of man.
© miriam ivarson
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
Deny the Heart
Friendship, love, care
are they but one?
Philia, Agape, Eros
blending to a singular Self,
one without the other
the circle is broken;
A sickle moon.
Love born by the spirit,
Sensuality
Kindness,
aren’t they part,
of being complete?
How can we then deny?
Close the heart in a safety box?
so as not to get hurt,
kill what we are
what we can be;
Fearing Life itself.
The little bird in your hand
rescued but stunned,
tender is our love,
as is holding a child,
so trusting and soft;
Who with a smile wins our hearts,
as a loved ones kiss on your neck
whilst you pen your lines.
© miriam ivarson
photos by miriam ivarson
To dream the impossible dream, is that what we do? All of us who believe in harmony among people on our Planet?
Who dream of of peace for Earth itself?
I am a dreamer and in spite of some shrugging shoulders I intend to remain so.
I have an inkling that the majority of people share this very dream. It might seem futile to an observer of world events but we have to look closer at all who surround us in our daily life.
At all who join together in joys and sorrows. Who give a supporting arm when needed, a caring word for a fellow being, a smile for those we meet.
We feel the bond that links us in spite of different world opinions. We inhabit this Earth, we need each other.
There is much cruelty in our world and sickness of mind. The more I observe people around me I am however convinced that the majority believe in the good in man and dare display it in their daily life
So let us make our voices heard, express ourselves, each in their own way.
Spread sunshine and hope where we go.
A FLOWER TO BEHOLD
May all the world’s leaders
around the table,
Be given a flower to behold.
To study in silence, fifteen minutes or more,
its delicacy, serenity and peace;
Quieting anger and unrest.
Don’t let ego, hunger for power and greed,
stand in the way of creating a world,
Fit for all.
Listen to people of the world,
open your hearts, your souls;
Can you hear their hunger and dreams,
Hunger for beauty, peace, meaning and truth.
Allow us all to shine like the flowers,
in tune with creation;
End the wars, killings, cruelty.
Free every child, woman and man.
Embrace humility, quietness, love
so you can hear, can understand;
Abnormality of wars,
don’t trample on life
don’t crush it to death.
The alternative is grim;
Obliteration of this Earth,
Death to a wondrous gift.
To dust you will turn us all.
An appalling and shameful deed
© miriam ivarson
Immeasurable Word
Freedom
Simple and pure
as a child’s first smile;
Often harnessed, tied, used
by man,
in pursuit of power and gain.
Dictats, dogmas, rules,
must be obeyed, followed,
Roles played.
Crushing the spirit, the mind,
creating slaves.
Writers, poets, artists protest,
try to make sense;
At times succeed
At times condemned,
Their voices are heard
Thoughts are stirred.
Burden of Freedom
this beautiful song,
puzzled me as young.
Burden? Freedom?
The combination seemed wrong.
Freedom from chains
of fear accepted too long,
habitual, noticed no more;
only a yearning for something lost.
It takes courage to go
to break out,
So much easier to stay;
With the tribe,
then to be judged,
Ousted from the club.
We have obligations to fulfill
but don’t forget,
duty to ourselves
our own destiny,
So open that door,
you can reach.
Walk out unchained,
Free
perhaps condemned;
Your spirit will fly,
into the blinding light;
Follow your dreams,
with peace and joy,
At times pain.
Courage is at the core.
© miriam ivarson
Earth Is Crying
The Earth is shaking itself,
with storms and quakes
showing its anger and unease,
As dictates and hate
fly between East and West,
murmurs heard from the rest.
Threats of annihilation,
anger that contorts;
ready to slaughter us all,
To satisfy Ego’s tremendous growth.
Do they care in their Citadels?
do they hear?
the screams from dying and dispossessed.
They talk about “Us”,
pretty words, I grant;
How can they sleep at night
with so many lies?
Do they cry or laugh
or feel fear too?
From my peaceful garden I cry,
for the chaos and waste;
the suffering,
How come anger and hate lead,
Why not love?
© miriam ivarson
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