Mother Nature by pd Lyons

I am blue skies

trailed with perfect black birds

over an autumnal tree line

I am an ocean so blue

it makes everything else seem white,

A forest of shadows so deep any midnight would be envious

I have been the heat from which the iron of this planet ran .

I have been an ice so deep that for a thousand years the sun stood in retreat.

And you with self shackled minds,

dreams tinier than any, ever- living thing ?

what you do you think pursuers of poisons?

are there any poisons that are not mine?

what do you think deniers of your own senses?

where do you think the chemicals for those thoughts come from?

I have seen stars begin and watched them dwindle.

I have seen every living thing that has ever done so,

and will see every one that ever will be, born and die.

Do  you think I who hold on to nothing care about what you do?

Thought for today ~

The Kent Lily c pd lyons photography

through her he was to know god by pd lyons

through her he was to know god

she brought him inward

through a darkness full of wonder

empty of fear

she shared him mysteries

free from all that was jagged

it was not big

it was not seduction

it was an encompassing healing

a grace full of joyful weeping

silence the first breath he ever fully took her beauty communion

True #nature #photographe #pd lyons

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No Matter What, If I Sit Still, There is Peace

 

 

No matter what,

If I sit still, there is peace.

Today’s offerings:

The sun brought warm gold

The sky unlimited sapphire

Cloud white pearls

The birds rainbow song

The water in my glass pure crystal

A breeze soft cool silk

My eyes brought seeing

Ears – hearing

Nose – scents

Mouth – tasting

Body – feeling

Mind – thinking

Breath – breathing.

Awareness – Ah

My heart – practice

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Wordless Wednesday, 29.7.20 ~ Pompeii by pd Lyons photography

 

 

through her he was to know god by pd lyons

through her he was to know god

she brought him inward

through a darkness full of wonder

empty of fear

she shared him mysteries

free from all that was jagged

it was not big

it was not seduction

it was an encompassing healing

a grace full of joyful weeping

silence the first breath he ever fully took her beauty communion

True

THESE WORDS ARE EMPTY LIKE THE AIR YOU CANNOT LIVE WITHOUT

Dad, by PD Lyons / Fathers Day

 

DAD

 

 

The swans out in the field

 

Their secrets not revealed

 

Passing into silent flight are they

 

Perhaps their subtle sigh

 

Stifles some deeper cry

 

As they know you’ll be leaving much too soon

 

 

Walking down the lane

 

The filly foals refrain

 

Their running is the sound of falling rain

 

Are they restless from the summer?

 

Or somehow do they know

 

You’ll not stay to seen them fully grown

 

 

By the fairy mounds of old

 

The pock marked GPO

 

Cross the Boyne to bang your head on spiral stone

 

See the wonders down at Fore

 

And the ancient seat of kings on Tara hill

 

 

Now sitting by the fire the music’s playin’ low

 

(Guess) I’ll raise a glass or two before I go

 

Though it’s to an empty chair not your smiling face I stare

 

(Yet) whenever that door slams, expect to see you there.

 

 

And sitting here I wonder

 

All those stories finally told

 

Revealed how in our youth

 

We were so very much the same

 

Was it drink that made us bold?

 

Or did we speak so true

 

Because somehow we knew

 

You’d not be coming back this way again?

 

 

from caribu and sister stones selected poems by pd lyons,2009, lapwing belfast, ISBN 978 1 905425 90 7

 

Sylvester Day, from Searches for Magic; Belfast, Lapwing, by PD Lyons

Sylvester Day

(West Germany 1982)

The bicycle thief of Hamburg has no arms.

She sits in the lobby, waiting.

Smoking filtered cigarettes

Held between her toes –

After the ballet would be her time :

From midnight to dawn, charms

Bicycles from their chains, frees

Them from railings and fence posts,

From street poles and the bumpers of parked cars…

Like children after a pied-piper, they would follow her.

Later, she walks agin

Those same streets alone, to watch

People holding nothing but empty chains

Where they had expected a bicycle;

The look on their faces

Prompts the true reason for her actions,

For at that moment,

So as to hide her laughter,

She could forget herself and

Wish for arms.

from Searches for Magic, Belfast Lapwing,2001

ISBN 1898472 59 9

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