harmony
Loving heart
Loving Heart
I talked to my heart this morning
in the quiet of the dawn;
It was restive and had lost its rhythm,
I felt it had been asked too much
carrying burdens and worries each day.
I put my hand above this faithful heart
that kept working day and night,
In spite of work, worry, sorrow and strain
at around 100,000 beats a day.
Now it was confused and had lost its way,
the rhythm was fractured and danced;
Seemingly any which way.
So I whispered, I love you dear heart,
I will help, together we will find peace again.
I asked forgiveness for thoughtlessness.
Sweetly I talked also to the brain, we agreed,
stress and hurry should be banned,
A new regime was to begin
one of trust and calm.
So with this in mind, I started with calmer steps,
lit some candles for breakfast and watched,
just observed, buds on bushes and trees;
Rain watering them all and sun soon to warm.
I wanted to restart in harmony with them;
Allowing healing powers to flow.
© miriam ivarson
Never forget Love
Never forget Love
Watching a craftsman one day
I was taken with his calm and skill,
how every sanding, sawing and nail
just seemed to flow from his hands;
Making me wonder about intelligence.
Often those with high degrees and titles
are set above the artisans and their crafts;
Above the unity of heart and action
whilst humming a tune
or working in silence, serene.
Intelligence comes in many forms
But Love only in one,
without which, all created becomes dust;
Knowledge without real life.
Passion and harmony give life to all you do,
to the surgeon’s knife, to the baker’s hands,
To the painter’s brush, to the welder’s torch;
Never forget Love.
Healing where intellect still debates,
Creating whilst scholars frown.
At best, live in harmony with both.
© miriam ivarson
Harmony and Discord
As I fold and seal the poem below
into a turquoise bottle and toss it in the sea,
in the ocean that carries our words and thoughts;
I make a wish that it will reach some of you.
Please know, I now feel there is another poem,
a poem about how nature remained,
so true to its ancient self.
All the wonders of strength were there.
The sea, the bluest sky, the shimmering rocks.
Yes, I will tell you about that – another time.
Harmony and Discords
Was it so simple then
when I was a child, I ask myself;
Waking to the seagulls sounds,
as they happily greet the morning
soaring and sailing high above.
My heart feels lonely. lost,
there is so much sadness around;
Where once I felt simplicity and joy.
So many worries to attend
so much sorrow in many hearts;
I just wanted to sit by the sea
By the old cafe on the wooden pier;
Recalling the simplicity of life.
I listen to discords and angst,
my heart cries and I cannot sleep,
fearing the dark valley, these whipped up storms
Where is the harmony,
The simple belonging to life.
© miriam ivarson
PER UNIVERSUM
Dear fellow scribblers, writers, authours and poets. Whichever title
we choose, we share the love of words and believe in their power.
We walk this beautiful Earth together – Star dusts as we are.
One, nowadays quite mundane experience we share, is the joy or stress
of economy short haul flights. I do fly many of these within Europe and especially to visit Sweden. Using the practice of non-thinking
mode helps. Just shuffle forward, stopping, shuffling…
Eventually sit down in your seat and visualize the relief of stepping off at the destination.
It was on one of these flights that I unexpectedly experienced what
became the poem “ Per Universum”. Such a quiet and smooth boarding.
What a blessing that flight was.
PER UNIVERSUM
I flow through universe,
It flows through me.
Can’t say where one starts,
Or did we always belong?
I am It and universe me.
extraordinary feeling, at 36000 feet,
safe and warm.
Three monks in row behind,
meditate.
Journey flows, in peace.
Universe is me, I am It.
Oh to keep this surety;
36000 below.
where I meet problems, tempers,
unformed thoughts.
Yet mindful of angels on the path,
who also flow through universe,
In tranquil unity.
They are everywhere
I see clearly;
We make up universe,
Angels with spirit
Clear and kind.
Through universe we flow
and It through us.
Ever increasing harmony.
© miriam ivarson
BAREFOOT GIRL
“You are led
through your lifetime
by the inner learning creature,
The playful spiritual being
that is your real self.”
quote from Richard Bach
With this beautiful quotation as introduction I give you a poem which has two clear
layers. Isn’t it true that we are led through our lifetime, from the seeming safety of our home villages or environments to seek and carve out our own life and adventures. We might fail many times and and try again. Without searching I guess we would not know our own truth.
I would love to hear your responses.
BAREFOOT GIRL
Barefoot girl ran free
her feet in harmony;
In harmony with earth,
with reality.
She smiled with pure joy.
Barefoot girl grew up
she did good.
Went to the city,
studied law;
She became an attorney.
she smiled with success.
Barefoot girl ran in high-heeled shoes
she felt the glow of admiration,
she had a Penthouse apartment.
She had happiness,
so she thought.
Barefoot girl went home to say hi,
she cried,
Her feet no longer knew the earth.
© miriam ivarson
photos courtesy of Pixaby
BUBBLES RISING
BUBBLES RISING
Laughter and stillness,
a powerful blend
creating song in harmony,
expanding our deeper Self
Pure cymbals in hallowed room.
May we guard these gifts
keep them bright and true,
Free from discord and pretense;
Laughter ascends from the soul
stillness the pure mountain pool,
Where bubbles can rise
Transparent and true.
© miriam ivarson
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