Suzanne German

My future
Your wish
Our magic

Deeper into unknown space
Shooting stars across our face
Airless, weightless spirits free

Tenderness,
Warmth
Strength
Are…You.

.....If

Happiness is not about having what you want
But about wanting what you have….

Make no mistake – these are hard core criminals setting up dogs to fight to the death for their entertainment – Do we really have a place for them in our societies?

Beneath your favourite tree, we opened nature’s bed for you
Orange beneath you, your little tiger flannel, blades of the grass you loved

Windy waters at times, stir petals in motion…
Nature’s breezy vulnerable momentary dance ensues.

I understand without questions.

I am free inside barriers.

It is not material and it cannot be bought or sold. It is priceless and precious and worth cherishing.

Human life, spirit, drive
And the need to feel alive…

Some sobering New Year’s thoughts…

Like charity, love begins at home, within our inner temple.
Vulnerability often seen as weakness, yet presents the doorway to our spirit, our soul.

And then, those times the penny drops
Or sometimes, the clatter of loose change falling…

Winds of heaven gently flow
Around
Between
Beyond us.

On every flower that shuts its sweet eyes
In timely sleep. Let thy west wind sleep on
The lake; speak silence with thy glimmering eyes,

Swirling deeper and deeper into a place now; so comfortable so familiar. I am home. I know that I am smiling, even though I don’t consciously.