It is wonderful to explore topics how our feelings and thoughts about certain phenomena.
This week’s topic on ‘ghosts’ an interesting exploration. The word was used in a variety of ways… with a variety of meanings.
It gave many of us the opportunity to bring out some experiences, some were personal and some conceptual.
To connect with loves, to ponder life here and now and beyond… How does that connection happen for you? Are there signs that have you feel something beyond this world?
What does it conjure for you? Where does it take you?
Next week’s word is ‘ghost’… I wonder where that will lead us?
the rebellion has begun
ghosts around the world
fathers, sons, daughters, mums
are finally fighting back
what do we want?
RECOGNITION
when do we want it?
NOW
chanting marching as one
our battle song rings out
on banners posters flags
“Ghost Lives Matter”
brings us together as one
it’s time to make a stand
and rid the world of fear
no more hiding in the dark
rattling chains or ghoulish laughs
that’s not why were here
our souls are just like yours
it’s time to end the doubt
we’re fighting for equal rights
to live in peace and harmony
our demands are for you to pause
and consider who we are
not some white sheeted apparition
who walks through closed doors
we seek to end existing conditions
that stand in the way of
a future without superstition
a kinder loving richer space
so when your time arrives
to join us forever in this place
we can live united and free
without our human insanity
PJR 2.05.2022
It passed through me
I felt a chill
The emotions so strong
felt vivid and real
It was of unexpressed feelings
In many situations
of anger and love
towards people and nations
It was the wishing of openness
In moments past
When the closedness caused hurt
and where the opportunities were vast
It was of the realisation of
the lack of care for the self
Of the huge potential
That sat on the shelf
It was of the constant concern
for what others thought
Instead of the excitement
That living the passions brought
It was of experiences not had
That could have been
That would have created feelings
which have not been seen
When it passed through me
I felt all of that
A life of plenty
That ended so short
In that brief moment
I felt needs not met
It was not corporeal
But a spirit of regret
A regret that burns
So it cannot leave
Something to discern
While it grieves
I am grateful
for it leaving with me
A learning so important
To respond to and be free
(NRS)
Ghost of Chance
Rambling thoughts come and go
words have no precision
to be used for our existence
Questions try to elicit
understandings and
conditions of truths in
context adds confusion
to our decisions
Answers float on meanings
imagined or realistic
that can be turned inside out
through a single wobbling doubt
Reasoning based on experience
leads to learned responses
that creates an inner certainty
of our individual personality
Beliefs based on faith leads us
without a ghost of a chance to
discover the place or space
in the idea we call eternity
PJR 2.05.2022
Grandpa Tim
Hologram of the spirit
He appeared before our eyes
Suit, top hat, and waist coat,
It was Grandpa Tim Styes
He was dancing in the aura,
Of his grand-daughter, for a while,
the spiritual gathering came a live,
Entertained by his Fred Astaire tapping style
So how could it be, that some
Could see, hear, feel him there
While others, nothing, despite
Trying so hard, to enjoy his flare
The secret, so it was told,
Was to relax, let it unfold,
Listen to the whispers,
Beyond the usual vistas,
And so, on it went
Till the rest of the group was spent,
Hoping to discover the way,
To see his spirit at play.
Going home that day,
With so much to say,
About the arrival of Grandpa Tim
Left my family in a spin
How nice it came to be
That some were free
To experience the unseen
And help them to believe
In the veil beyond,
This lifelong song,
Giving life the notion
We are energy in motion
constantly changing,
And rearranging,
Different forms,
There are no norms
So thank you Grandpa Tim,
For popping in,
A day of light,
No fright, more insight
About a phenomena
So intriguing
That can really help
When you’re grieving
Like in my dream, or not, last night,
It just felt right,
When dad arrived
And held me tight
I didn’t fight,
It was truly a feeling of delight…
TLaB