LONE FLOWER
Poem
D A N C E
DANCE
Dance as if freedom is yours, your right,
sing as if all are free, like heaven above,
smile the guileless smile of a child;
Dance to the song of life,
history will tell me I am wrong
so will the news,
that evil is inherent in man;
That my dreams are naive,
maybe so, my friends, yet
you might also find,
your beauty, your song.
Hidden under historical wrongs;
Let us choose the light
and not imitate the throng,
nor applaud just because …
Without thought, without reflection.
Believe in you, in us, in freedom
Dance in the sun with a guileless smile.
© miriam ivarson
Spilling Over
Spilling Over
Spilling over, spilling over,
over arbours and fences
Over my Arched bench
Spilling over,
The sheer greens of spring,
every shade of green.
mostly so glowing,
with dark Fir a faithful backdrop,
Sunshine through million of leaves
Lighting each one all through,
I am exalted, in awe
and so blessed too;
First breakfast out this year,
on favourite bench,
around me Forget-me-Nots,
Lavender in bloom, golden bush too;
So much more but would you believe
Butterflies keep doing fly past in front of me,
Even they are in many hues.
© miriam ivarson
ETHEREAL SEA
ETHEREAL SEA
So many faces you have!
How I love everyone,
Did you bid the sun and clouds
to be just so today?
To show your ethereal, inner Self,
whilst the sky took advantage,
used the mirror you bestowed;
Like Narcissus admiring what it saw,
Your face on a stormy day;
fearsome, mighty drama on display,
No theatre could this attain,
The sky follows suit
clouds so magnificent, in dark hues,
At times the sun glints through
to remind who is the Star
of this eternal Show.
@ miriam ivarson
CANDYFLOSS LIGHT
Candy floss Light
The powerful display by masters
by setting sun over snow and dark wood,
In shadows, on light drenched ground
How can one wish for more;
In silent awe I sit with a friend
we whisper quietly our awe,
To talk loud seems a sacrilege,
in this Temple not built by man.
For a while the snow had taken
hues of bright white with diamonds aglow.
With light blue shades
and deeper blues, like a fathomless lake,
shadows the mighty forest threw;
As sun sets further, colours of candy floss,
soft pink coloured the snow,
Lit it as from within, such eerie light,
against black-green forest behind;
The sun sank into the sea,
Light still glowed
As now the full moon lit the scene,
even she was pink.
@ miriam ivarson
And one photo just to make you smile and wish you a Happy Weekend.
Photos by miriam ivarson
ILLUSORY
This morning, dear friends, I will post you a poem about love.
Before doing so I was going for a walk and it came to me that
Love in all its forms must be the subject most written about.
The subject causing most pain and elation.
In every art form it has been written, painted, sculpted and sang about.
Listening to songs today by the very young I was struck by how
similar the lyrics are from those so long ago.
Lyrics about break-ups – not being able to survive them. About
the shining stars in each others eyes when love rises high and
you can all help me fill in the rest.
I do therefore surmise that love is the biggest force and may we tend
it with the care and respect it deserves.
ILLUSORY
Love between humans can be,
elations and emotions run high
Tainted by ownership; you are mine.
Bonds that tie the souls down,
To me you belong.
We give our hearts in trust,
To keep in tenderness,
in infinite care;
How then to avoid the trap, you are mine?
You cannot own her, nor she you.
Only unbound can you dance together
free as the wind,
Forever wanting to live
in each other’s hearts.
A nourishing, fulfilling love.
When we meet first time, a seismic force
inexplicably draw us together;
Your eyes meet and so do your hands,
as you dance, feeling
you always belonged.
Walking along lakes, canals, in parks
Feelings of belonging just grow.
Surety, calmness; we belong
Always did.
Resting in each other’s arms, listening;
realizing Mozart never did sound
powerful, ethereal like this.
Feelings of utter peace,
As if life and death are the same.
As long as we stay in each other’s hearts.
© miriam ivarson
CHANCE ENCOUNTERS
CHANCE ENCOUNTERS
I met a gracious lady, she smiled,
light lit her eyes;
I dropped a curtsy to the wise woman
showing my respect.
Do we honour those wiser than us, often enough;
The Lady spoke to me, we shared,
experiences of life.
of joys, pains and love.
Her road was gilded but her heart had bled,
my mother would love her, that is enough said.
We walked among roses, talked about heroes,
of our children, with humour and delight,
about countries and people.
About the sky, the oceans and nature’s force.
We found unity.
I walked up a mountain in a far away land,
met a Shepherd resting with his flock.
You have come, he said, seeking long
please sit down, share my fare.
Quietly I did as the old man said.
We talked softly about life,
its passions and grieves, it’s beauty and joy.
What can you hear, the old man asked
I was quiet for a while, then said;
The mountain stream, the wind through the grass.
The old man smiled and his eyes shone bright.
You have come a long way, he said
but you found the core of peace.
Do never forget the mountain stream, the wind
Let stillness and wonder live in your soul.
© miriam ivarson
Fountain of Youth
Reading many wise thinkers’ thoughts about life, what
gives lasting fulfillment and inner aliveness, brought me to
the question of retaining this fountain of youth. Of being
fully alive.
To dare live here and now as Eckhardt Tolle teaches in his
wonderful books makes us younger both physically and spiritually.
To feel each moment and not see it as a transport to the next.
By living so in our daily life, our faces relax and find the ease of
a smile. Strength to live life to the full and let our inner selves pour forth. To find clarity.
Fountain of Youth
Does it really exist,
or is it a state of mind?
The thought came unbidden
as I walked,
along the ocean shore.
The waves from the Atlantic
relentless, forceful,
singing their eternal song;
Powerful, soporific
profound,
dynamic organ to gentle,
sweet percussions;
as my ears, my being tuned in
revealing a mighty orchestration.
Eyes filled with tears of joy
as the morning sun revealed,
nature in all its beauty,
Splendour and hues.
Feet delighted in the surf
as tides reached, caressed,
and at times unbalanced me
with their strength.
I found my smile again,
full and free
as gradually the Atlantic hymn
filled my soul, my ears,
My whole,
leaving woes and fears behind;
who earlier seemed invincible,
so strong;
Where now drowned
By unending sea.
You look so young
I heard every day;
your smile is so bright.
Could it be so simple, I thought?
Have I found along the shore,
The Fountain of Youth?
Letting frowns and worries
be erased by the ocean sound.
Bringing forth who I was,
who I am;
As I walk along
the smile fills my heart,
opens it wide.
The crashing waves are me
as are the shifting sands,
We are one and the same.
A feeling so boundless and free
© miriam ivarson
DEVOTION
DEVOTION
he said, the young man at my side
“Now I understand.”
Sitting in a mighty Cathedral for the first time,
this beautiful young man just looked;
his eyes followed the marble pillars, the ceilings;
work of incredible beauty and strength.
I kept quiet whilst he drank it in.
After a while, with unshed tears shimmering he said:
“Now I understand”
It is Devotion “.
So simple, so big his words came.
I couldn’t believe in any religions, they all fight and kill.
Same with politics, he said. They haven’t understood us
at all.
It is Devotion, it is the best word I can think,
said the 16 year old.
He made tears fill my eyes; I love him so.
I took his hand and and said; “ I see God in your face”
I also hear him in music you create.
We shared a moment that will forever last.
I look at your face and I see God,
also in music from the heart;
I see him in a great paintings too,
I hear God in the whispering grass.
So don’t paint God with long beard
He might be a she – or a storming cloud;
the Sun that warms and give light,
or the smiling moon keeping watch at night.
Create with passion and devotion
in shimmering marble, coloured glass;
in the music you hear in your heart;
We are all part of the Stars.
© miriam ivarson
OUR VILLAGE
OUR VILLAGE
Togetherness, care, listening and love are some of the major ingredients that binds a village to a homogenous place of comfort – of home.
During the time I have been part of the blogging there have been so many events, so many words and gestures that have warmed and filled me.
Voices from every corner of the world. An amazing feeling. Through words we manage to make ourselves real and as in any conversation we reveal more and more of who we really are under the layers of politesse and traditions. The being that is not just formed by other’s opinions but dare seek out their own.
I feel great gratitude to be part of this Village and may we all keep striving for continued generosity and sharing.
As I cant give you any fun little gifts I send all warm hugs and ask you to join hands for a huge ring dance.
OUR VILLAGE
You are all my friends, I thought with warmth
as I scanned each icon and face
of those who came to say hello,
maybe even stayed a while;
Shared the view from my window,
A rush of love shot through my heart,
I could hear your voices, your words
as you told of thoughts and events,
Also listened to mine;
I felt and partook in your light and dark
we also shared angst,
Questions of what life is about,
joy for all we are given.
Like a village we are,
talking in the square or coffee shop;
Sharing laughs and tears,
you matter much, each one of you,
Much more than I knew
I hope you understand.
Without knowing you helped me
through some hard times,
made my heart sing a new song;
Your kind words gave me confidence;
Confidence to sing.
© miriam ivarson
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