TRAVELLING COMPANIONS

As the time arrives,
To leave this sorry land,
I have aquired pleasantly,
An opportunity to share.

The travel plans hold firm,
Yet will include,
The company of Emma,
My 'wayward' little sister.

Have I to take care,
For her youthful bloom ?
I venture to say no,
As I will be only,

Guardian to her adventure,
And possibly a role model,
For the way, not to,
Do what is preached as rote.

My dear sister, learn,
Not for I but for love.
Be at peace with all,
Let the spirirt flow.

And manage your feelings,
Based not on fear,
But on the joy of living,
We are one, You and I.




EMMA. x x
( Let love guide you )

To Seville and beyond

Oh yes believe me,
I am so keen to begin.
The days seem too long,
Leading to my departure,
Yet I wait with patience,
Knowing my time is coming.

The dusty, romantical city,
That waits for me,
Will soon be in my eyes,
And I, in her heart.

With classical guitars,
Strumming a rousing tune,
And girls with raven hair,
Dancing 'til the dawn,
How can I ever be,
Sorry to leave myself there.

Still more passionate reasons,
May lie up ahead,
And I will be open,
To know when they call,
As will my adventure,
Into the greater unknowns.

The sun has a way,
Of capturing our attentions,
From the soul of the city,
With its'welcome,
Softening my resolves,
To rush through her gates,
In search of escape,
Where her mystery is lost.

POSITIVELY BOUYANT

Somehow, today, I am floating upon the clouds,
I wonder just how the mood has become lifted high.
Enjoying the ambience of my little, safe retreat.
Sipping, richly roasted coffee, and waiting for you here.

Like a tiny craft, bobbing in the swells,
I imagine our life, its ups and downs.
Lifing us up in love, and letting us fall,
In love too, with all of its rewarding ways.

Ship shape and Bristol fashion, everything is complimentary,
You and me Love, dedicated to being together.
Searching for friendship and the caring we share,
All we need now, is to finally meet !

GOING AWAY (To Heaven on Earth)

Well, how do you feel now that your dreams,
Are to be realised, walking once more, "The way" ?
I can hardly believe, the luck to be blessed
With another great opportuinity to see the way of Santiago.
Knowing the giving spirit By which I will bathe,
I can walk without fear, of ever being truly alone.

I remember so clearly, the polite and positive nature,
Of my fellow pilgrims, as we walked in unity.
Once we had found our rhythm, we walked in a flow,
Not to be discovered, in many other walks of life.
After having been shown, how purely amazing the truth,
Random acts of kindness, being shown to you and I.

My heart is born again, to be in this wonderous love,
Sharing my own pursuance, to be in the moment.
Bold and full of life, I can really empower,
All who's paths' cross mine, that we all reach Santiago.
And upon reaching home, where the angels are singing,
We'll come to know again, how love works its' magic.

With friends new, some older, Santiago will open its' gates,
To all who should enter, following the way of St. James.
And to recieve, will be, our new earth family,
A brotherhood of pilgrims, passive, tolerant and so kind.
Will you try to believe, these words that I repeat?
And follow in love, the way of the Peaceful Warrior.


Guilhem

THE BIGGER PICTURE

How can it be unobserved,
When it is open to plain sight ?
The majority seem unaware,
Truely unable to comprehend it.
But to me and a few others,
It is vitaly important indeed.
Some even attempt to deny,
The existence of it, a scandal.
Yet it will remain just so,
For as long as it is true.

And people of all nations,
Can wake up to its' relevance,
Or continue to sleep soundly,
Ignoring the value of insight.
But what a pity it is,
That we consider that we,
Are educated and rational,
When we continue to be so dumb.
Has history no value at all ?
What could all of it say ?

Would the masses not know,
In this observable lesson,
A hope exists to alter,
To rise above the disease.
Plagued throughout history,
We learned little understanding,
And forge again blindly on,
Destroying and hating life.
But our hearts do feel,
What our eyes fail to see !!


Be not blind anymore...x

COURAGE TO LIVE

Many wise people, have already noticed how,
Courage to live is, by far the greatest way,
To enjoy the adventure life has to offer us,
But yet, the starngest truth by which to live.

We actually fear more, than we dare believe,
That we avoid chances, to live as free souls.
We collect an abundance of material, physical things,
Believing this gain is, our truest lifes worth.

Rich people can know, that along with wealth,
Comes a desolation of spirit, if it is not shared.
And that they will die, regardless of this luxury,
As will the poorest alone, in this life.

So I say to myself, seek not material rewards,
Which will, rust, decay, or be sadly stolen.
Build up eternal treasures, that can be given,
Shared freely with all, and enjoyed 'til forever.

Have the courage, to shake off the fear,
That cripples our resolve, and moves us to tears,
Become what we wish our world to be,
Let not our darkness overshadow our real light.

Peaceable, gentle folk, are what we can be,
Let's open our hearts, once again to declare,
A revolution to love, being the universal goal.
Fill our days with kindness, Yes, open the soul.




That we peacefully wage war on oppression.

THE POWER OF ADVENTURE

My excitement bulges, and my pack becomes light,
As I wait for departure, of a 10.30 flight.
To fly off to places, both new and inviting,
The classic old mantra, I continue reciting.

That I will be open, to adventure and change,
Become part of my world, as my hopes re-arrange.
Towards letting the love, of life fill my soul,
As an ambassador to peace, being my goal.

And here at the airport, en-route to horizons,
I relax into freedom, a soft mood, that's surprizing.
For life, is a journey, who knows where it ends ?
As I travel new highways, and encounter new friends.

The thrill of an adventure, breathes light to my soul,
And with expectations rising, my heart, they cajole.
A fresh taste of freedom, and escape from the grind,
All my troubles and grief, I can now leave behind.

A real power I notice, becomes my best friend,
The sharing of an energy, on which I learn to depend.
So I pray that my rapture, doesn't desert me,
Give thanks to the universe, for what she has shown free.

And go forth with zeal, and a challenging stride,
Prepare for the rapids, as lifes' white water I ride !!