Tell The Others I’m Spoken For (Nature’s Bride)

Tell The Others I’m Spoken For (Nature’s Bride)

I waited for the signal

of birds professing that the day ahead

was waking from her slumber.

There’s a peace in the dawn

that guides us all; an opportunity

for the heart to lead

before we’re all supposed to rely

on the ritual of speech

and I open the gate to greet my selves there.

It’s early enough in the morning

we aren’t required to play whole,

chasing the shadows that unfold

as the sunrise serenades us with its daily composition

but always different shades

of purples and pinks and greens.

They change with my heartbeat,

wind caressing my skin

in time with the gentle blues.

Nature; the lover I’ve been missing,

the world that lays itself out for you.

Eyes On The Weather Forecast

Eyes On The Weather Forecast

Presence is but a balance beam,

the thin, or ever expansive line

dividing past and future

in a measure of breaths.

It’s slippery if not gritted

and we tend to count the steps

we think we have left

over the strength of our legs,

over the snowflakes landing

on our upturned palms.

Can you marvel at their melting,

stay with them whilst they pass away

and soak into the skin which remains?

Can you appreciate the sky

as it waters your present

or are you so busy avoiding the cold

that your fingers burn

on an imaginary fireplace?

The Moment You Haven’t Met Yet

The Moment You Haven’t Met Yet

Hey;

sorry to stop you,

I know we haven’t met yet.

I mean, you haven’t met this me yet;

the me in this moment

with the moment we haven’t met

and the version of you and I we’ve yet to meet.

Let me slow down a second,

should I greet you with a hug?

I don’t want to make this awkward;

in truth we’ve met before, but not like this.

Last time I tried this you were pissed,

missed the significance of the occasion, of each other.

We could already have been lovers;

the universe is always at our fingertips

but then you kissed that person you were dancing with

and I realised you were kind of busy

and probably weren’t in the right place to be interested.

It’s okay if you don’t remember it,

we’ve all done shit like that before;

hoping there is more to life

but pass on all the stuff

we think we aren’t good enough for.

Settling for second best

like that night’s love bites on your neck.

I hope this doesn’t come across too forward

but it could have been me caressing your skin instead,

and I know just how you’d like it –

head resting on the pillow next to mine,

one hand each entwined,

the others sharing a pizza,

thin crust, extra mushrooms and garlic butter,

hot water bottle under the covers.

If only you’d seen me back there,

but your glazed eyes stared right through my body.

I guess it’s not easy to believe sometimes

that I exist as an entity somewhere,

but I do. I’m in your next breath,

the place you’re going from the one you just left,

I’m in the words in the text you’re about to send,

I’m the one that cleans up your mess.

I just wanted to try and introduce myself again

and I promise I’m not a stalker,

in fact it’s you that follows me until the end.

I’m not being shallow, it’s going to happen,

and I know we both like a challenge

but spending that long so close together

I thought it might be better to be friends.

I feel like a lot could depend on it;

the world’s got us down as a force to be reckoned with,

like we’ve got the power to change things around,

because you’re me, before you were you,

and I’m the next you that you’ll be after now.

It sounds complicated when I say it like that,

put simply, I’m here as the next step on your path

and I’m on your side.

So those thoughts you have are lies,

you know the ones,

where your mind tries to convince you of your lack of value,

like you don’t deserve the space

the universe creates for you to thrive?

When you wonder about the purpose of being alive,

try thinking of me next time,

because this moment of your life is perfect,

and how you are is perfectly fine.

If you were waiting for a sign then let me be it,

there’s nowhere else you need to be

because look, I’m here in the moment ahead of you

and I’m telling you it works out eventually.

I’ll make sure of it, trust me, we’ve got this,

all rivers must lead back to the sea

so we’re always flowing in the right direction,

every moment an opportunity

to guide us closer to the source.

So please don’t ignore what you have in the present;

we’ve all the time in the world for future intentions

but now, you can choose to just pause.

Forget all the ways you think past you fucked up

because we’ve got moment after moment after moment to make it up

and when we keep moving through each moment

then all that pent up energy gets unstuck,

because with each blink we can redecorate the walls of our mind.

Modify our thoughts with a paintbrush and colour them kind,

till our total existence mirrors a kaleidoscopic rainbow in the sky;

living practiced in the length of each heartbeat passing by.

Each pulse a chance to shift the atmospheric hue,

to weather love for ourselves and each other

like there’s both nothing and every single moment to lose

because someone else might just be having a tough moment too,

and on that note, this is where I leave you.

If only you knew what’s in store,

maybe this is the sneak preview you weren’t even looking for

but for now I’ve done my bit.

I brought you the lesson, I made sure you heard it;

tried to make it a message you wouldn’t forget,

but now that we’ve finally met,

I need to go and prepare for our next moment’s debut.

I’ve got a feeling it’s a life changing one to come into.

Home Is Where The Spirit Goes

Home Is Where The Spirit Goes

You are not so separate from the source

that any connection must do.

All start as bricks and mortar

but some become burning buildings that bury you.

This incarnation is a circular room

with an infinite number of doors;

stop paying attention to the pretty patterns on the walls

and place your damn fingers on a handle.

Practice the gripping

then practice the letting go,

then place a foot through the frame

into all the versions of you

this world is yet to know.

Climbing Out Of Your Dimples

Climbing Out Of Your Dimples

The hardest lessons lie on the other side

of the simplest graces;

half drunk coffee shaded by morning faces,

the made bed erasing the outline

of our shapes in it.

Life interrupted by the presence of another

grazing the nape of my neck,

skin a confusion of perfect sense

because I believe the universe is foolproof

and my learning is in the leaving of everything

but your borrowed toothbrush.

Standing Ticket

Standing Ticket

It becomes part of a spiritual practice

to take one’s shoes off,

leave life’s dirt at the door

and find grounding for the body

through soles of the feet

meeting cold, hard floor.

The glue that binds us to the present

whilst infinity shows up to greet my soul.

The source of the indeterminate.

It’s a universal concert

and I’ve got a standing ticket.

The place I go to be everywhere at once

by going nowhere at all.