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Together

posted 26 Mar 2020, 02:19 by Peter Morgan   [ updated 28 Mar 2020, 01:00 ]

Our minds and hearts can forget.
That there are seasons to all things.
This too shall pass.
This too shall pass. 

In the dawn beyond,
Like our animal cousins 
after hibernation, 
we will emerge with half-opened eyes.
And we will see everything again 
For the first time.

The sun will rise, and as 
We walk out into a new world, 
Our tired bodies will collectively groan 
In appreciation of a first, wide stretch!
 
And there will be rejoicing, and loss. 
And regrets. And love. 
And grief. And fear. And hope. 

The tides continue to turn, and 
The world will weep with us as we dance in the light of each new moon.
This too shall pass. 
This too shall pass. 

And as the seasons roll on, 
We will forever hold in our hearts, 
All that was sacred to us
In the time we were so apart,
Together.

By Peter Morgan

Tags: Seasons, impermanence, healing

This Long Night

posted 26 Mar 2020, 02:13 by Peter Morgan   [ updated 28 Mar 2020, 01:05 ]

Now is the time.
The time to let go 
Of panicking about panicking. 
To put down that self criticism 
That you should somehow
be better prepared, 
or more resilient.

In this shared messiness 
That is this human existence, 
Hold your head up.
Be here, 
Just as you are. 
You are
enough.

The doubt, 
The fear, 
The panic, 
The despair, 
The pain, 
The exhaustion, 
The guilt or shame. 
Lay them a place at the table
so that they might be heard.
Yet know you are not them, 
and they not you. 

Feel your feet. 
Feel the ground.
Feel the ground through your feet.
Feel grounded.
Let the weight on your shoulders flow down
through your feet 
and be held by the Earth.

Take one step at a time. 
And tread lightly.
Through
This, long, night.

By Peter Morgan

Tags: Acceptance, humanity, grounding

Feeling Frantic in a Peaceful World

posted 26 Mar 2020, 01:54 by Peter Morgan   [ updated 26 Mar 2020, 01:56 ]

All around me is still.
But not I.
I vibrate,
I pulsate.

Out of control
The more I spiral
The worse I feel.
I am the storm.

The quiet streets
Only serve to amplify
The indignity
Of being
Frantic in a peaceful world.

I fear my panic might spread!
Cast me aside,
I am not what the world needs
Right now.

~~

A momentary connection
To my feet
Comes as an unexpected,
but welcome,
Reminder.
A hint to what lies beneath.

How can I best meet myself
In this tumultuous moment of being?
Maybe, I can 
Embrace this place.
It is here. 
Let me feel it.
If I allow my shoulders to drop
And let my breath breathe,
As best it is able.
Perhaps then there is space
For my energy to dissipate.

My heart palpitating,
I glance up,
As if my tired eyes
Have opened for the first time.
Through the window,
I see two pigeons,
Statue still,
Casually surveying the world.

Perhaps I too can sit
And take in what is around me
And my inner rhythm
Will synchronise
With the sights before my eyes.

A sigh.
A pause.
I see through pigeon eyes.
Like a snow-globe,
Once shook now still,
My inner flurry
Drifts down to my feet
And settles on the ground.

By Peter Morgan

Tags: Frantic, peace, grounding


Social distancing (Haiku)

posted 19 Mar 2020, 14:47 by Peter Morgan   [ updated 20 Mar 2020, 23:07 ]

Hearts beat together
Whilst our bodies are apart.
We are not alone.

By Peter Morgan

Tags: Connection, heart

No longer negotiating

posted 9 Aug 2019, 07:41 by Peter Morgan

In my worry about the future, about what will happen to him
After I am gone. . . I see his face, smiling quietly
As he looks at the newspaper. What does it matter
What will happen then? This is now, and he is beautiful.

No need for words. In this instant, he is safe, loved.

In my sinking into thoughts I sometimes come up for air
Sitting still, watching this breath, my belly gently heaving.
Every yesterday gets canned just then. Every care
Blown away. And at that moment, here is life, believing

in that, every other good is served up on a plate.

No need to bargain for my position. No need to curl myself
Into a cocoon, seeking approval, avoiding hate
A break from the past. A blessing here and now, a boon.
No longer hurrying into a future where I may be late.

By Sreela

Tags: Impermanence, present, love


Bluebell Lane

posted 22 Mar 2019, 10:03 by Peter Morgan   [ updated 22 Mar 2019, 10:03 ]

This corner of old England Dappled in hazy spring sunshine Old houses with tales to tell Sagging walls on a pot-bellied shed Topped with a shag pile moss roof Gnarled, arthritic twisted trees Gently swaying, leaves whispering In a warm undulating breeze And dancing bumble bees Dusting the nodding flowers With yellow pollen knees Children sitting on the grass Making daisy chains for Mother A gift worth more than gold Made with care, from love Lost in worlds we once knew But have misplaced somehow Perhaps to find again.... one day If we can find the time to stop

By Paul Brown

Tags: Nature, being present, simplicity

The Tree

posted 1 Mar 2019, 01:28 by Peter Morgan   [ updated 1 Mar 2019, 01:28 ]

I Hug Mother Earth Grounded in Her richness My Arms reach out to the heavens Dancing in the wind I offer my canopy as Sanctuary, Sheltering and nourishing I have writhed in the storms, scarred and aging.... Remaining grounded in Mother Earth As I stretch toward the heavens, The tree and I are one.... Claiming our place in the sun.

By Susan Nelson

Tags: Grounding, stability, equanimity

When I allow myself to slow down

posted 1 Mar 2019, 01:23 by Peter Morgan   [ updated 1 Mar 2019, 01:24 ]

When I allowed myself to slow down, I noticed my racing heart, my short shallow breath, my tense face and hands. When I allowed myself to slow down, I noticed the salty taste and the wind on my cheeks, the smell of the sea and the cry of the birds. When I allowed myself to slow down, I noticed that everything changes My heart calming down, my breath deepening My mind at ease in this moment of belonging to what is When I allow myself to be still, I notice that everything is perfect the way it is.


Tags: Allowing, letting be, impermanence

I Sit and I Feel it

posted 4 Feb 2019, 03:09 by Peter Morgan   [ updated 4 Feb 2019, 03:13 ]

I sit and I feel it I sit some more whilst it swells It’s in my heart that’s where it dwells My gut is bursting full of it All the while I sit and sit I sit and I feel it It wants to rise up in my chest I wish It would sit down to rest Now rising up , a tidal wave My eyes are leaking ‘n’ can’t behave All the while I sit and sit I sit and I feel it I hear my mind say ‘run away’ ‘Make it better just go and play’ My thoughts are strong but I remain To quash this thing would be in vain All the while I sit and sit I sit and I feel it Bit by bit it shrinks back down Flowing away from my head and crown It’s fading now I feel it slow This thing called sadness decides to go All the while I sit and sit I sit and I feel it It ebbs away becoming distant In its wake there no resistance I’m stronger now I feel blessed To sit and feel is always best And all the while I sit and sit

By Angela

Tags: Letting be, Tolerance, Equanimity, Impermanence

Moments of Freedom

posted 17 Sep 2017, 12:47 by Peter Morgan   [ updated 17 Sep 2017, 12:47 ]

And I stop for a second, like that moment when I awake before my mind starts working. And I stop. I see I hear I smell I touch I feel I am. And it is just as it is for a second, and then well then I become my thoughts until I remember again to stop. Maybe the sound of the woodpecker, maybe to sight of the majestic Stag, maybe the smell of the cold, damp dew, maybe the feel of the wind on my face, reminds me to stop. Reminds me to return to that place, that place of stillness, where darkness doesn't exist, only light. Where freedom is a possibility for a split second, just being, just being, just being free, just being me.

By Joanna Kay

Tags: Awareness, senses, pause

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