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Reflections

30 Saturday Jun 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Buddhism, Deep Stuff!, Love, Poetry

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compassion, enlightenment, harmony, mirror, poetry, pure, reflection, Stream Entry

I look in the mirror,

and what do I see?

A face staring back,

that’s simply not me.

I open my heart,

and what do I find?

A limitless space,

compassionate and kind.

I open my mouth,

and what tumbles out?

Harmonious words,

with truth and no doubt.

I search in my head,

what goes on in there?

A radiant mind,

pure, like clear mountain air.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Matterhorn (4,478 m, Walliser Alps, East side) mirrored in Riffelsee, photograph taken from shore of lake Riffelsee. Français : Le mont Cervin (4 478 m, est des Alpes Valaisannes) se reflète dans le Riffelsee. Photo prise sur la berge du lac. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Just Being

30 Saturday Jun 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Buddhism, Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Poetry

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Bodhisattva, Buddha, Buddhism, enlightenment, poetry, stone

I am a block of stone,

in the process of being,

carved by Dharmic hands,

Bodhisattvas and Buddhas create,

the future potential, to be.

I am not that of marble,

Cold, flashy and fragile,

nor that of sandstone,

easy to carve, easy to crumble,

neither am I flint stone,

hard, impenetrable, unyielding.

I am just good old stone –

nothing special.

The Buddhas and Bodhisattvas,

Carve my features,

Chip by grain,

they shape my,

future form.

Potential,

I can,

attain!

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Prince Siddhartha Gautama (Gautama Buddha) with moustache (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Mistakes

12 Tuesday Jun 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Loss, Poetry

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loss, mistakes, Mother, pain, poetry, tears

You made the same mistake as her;

the truth is staring you in the face,

screaming so loud, you cannot see,

that you walk to the same dark place.

You’ve ventured down this path before

too far, turn back, embrace the pain

shame and defeat, walk hand in hand.

Is it too late to start all over again,

and to make the same mistake as her?

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

An illustration from page 30 of Mjallhvít (Snow White) an 1852 icelandic translation of the Grimm-version fairytale (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Insomnia

08 Friday Jun 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Poetry

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angels, defeat, insomnia, night, poetry

Oh tortuous night

how thou hast

defeated me.

Whilst Angels sleep

against a weeping moon

the painful pull

of sleeps flirtations.

Does thou bring soon

comfort and release

from dark hells hounds

with murderous intent.

Oh tortuous night

now thou hast

defeated me.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: A canopy bed seen in a restoration house in Colonial Williamsburg, Virginia. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Jubilation

06 Wednesday Jun 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Love, Poetry

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Hector, Isis, jubilation, love, metaphysical, Mother Earth, Old Father Time, poetry, salvation, Sea, stars, trees

Sapphire seas,

tourmaline trees,

the sun shining sweetest nectar.

I soar in the skies,

whilst skimming the seas,

protected by Isis and Hector.

The stars line the way,

whilst the trees bow to me,

and the gulls cry out jubilations!

Old Father Time and Mother Earth smiles,

as the world spins in sweet salvation.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

A View of Earth from Saturn (Photo credit: alpoma)

The Poet’s Melancholy

01 Friday Jun 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Poetry

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inspiration, melancholy, poetry, prose, soul, verse, wisdom, writing

Alas the poet’s sorrow,

I know it well!

Infesting, invading,

the melancholic mind,

destructively, saving,

our urge to write

stirring the soul,

to release and let go,

giving up, and,

giving in,

to inspirations, intuit.

Your only weapon,

pen, ink and wit,

to fight the foes,

with verse and prose,

with the words of a poet,

and the wisdom of the sage,

together we’ll haunt the universe,

with tears and hearts upon our page.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Love Affair

29 Tuesday May 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Loss, Poetry

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affair, church bell, heather, loss, October, pagan, Peaks, poetry, remorse, Sca Fell, sheep, tears, unrequited

The mossy skin of stark stone walls,

a breath of clouds in a cold October sky,

the haunting call of the hovering kestrel.

The bleak love affair with the unyielding Peaks.

The tangled sheep huddled against the cold North wind,

wool kissed barbs of boundaries breeched,

the wandering yew abandoned on the verge of betrayal.

The dark love affair with the relentless Peaks.

Sca Fell, Peaks probe the gloomy skies,

the bursting spring cascades to punish rocks beneath,

purple rinse resilience of old heather hair.

The stark love affair with the unwieldy Peaks.

Shadows play hide and seek with rocks and hills.

The mournful cry of an old church bell

calls back the congregation of fallen sheep,

to worship the affair with pagan Peaks.

The low slung fog smothers both road and fell,

hushed tones hold the secrets of the hills.

Heaviness hangs as breath is caught,

to hide the love affair of unrequited Peaks.

The wind whispers of its long lost love.

The rain cries bitter tears of remorse.

The pitch black blanket of love wraps around

to shroud the love affair of mourning Peaks.

© Love Affair 2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Never Trust a Faerie

28 Monday May 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Humour, Poetry

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dragon, evil, faerie, gossamer, humour, milk teeth, mischief, poetry, sabotage

Never trust a faerie,

‘tho pretty they may seem,

for when you are not looking,

they swear, and spit, and scream.

Do not be fooled by faerie’s,

their legendry looks well known,

they are not sweet, like in the books,

so please do not be thrown.

Depicted as the sweetest sight,

with wings that flitter and flutter,

dresses made of gossamer,

they melt your heart like butter.

It’s little known that faeries bite,

or that they would cause harm;

please don’t blame the insects,

for that nip upon your arm.

With golden curls that tumble down,

around their tiny frame,

with mischief and with sabotage,

the faeries are to blame.

When things go wrong around the house,

you know they are at play,

they wreck your plans, and break your things,

and ruin a good day.

You may think it is admirable,

they collect teeth from your mouth,

but how do you think they get so loose?

They punch the milk teeth out!

Never trust a faerie,

they are evil, sour, and bitter.

Do not be fooled by how they look,

an angry dragon’s sweeter!

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

I do not belong here

27 Sunday May 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Poetry

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belonging, death, hell, memories, past, poetry, spiritual death

Escher de carbón y caramelo (Photo credit: Greg Planchuelo)

I do not like this place.

I don’t belong here,

the stench of death pervades,

yet outside the sun beats down,

hotter than the promised hell.

I do not like this place.

Relics of a bygone day,

guilt and blame pave the way,

to salvation,

but only if you are too weak.

Enough, to believe as

fear holds tight,

demanding allegiance,

to blame and sin;

dragged screaming from within,

without compassion,

or mercy,

for the weak –

End.

I do not like this place,

I do not belong here,

for the stench of death,

offends my soul.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Sorrow

26 Saturday May 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry

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conjoined, dissever, grief, heart, heartbreak, longing, loss, love, poetry, sorrow, soul, waiting and longing

We are together you and I,

destined to be conjoined.

We cannot part,

though I have tried –

two sides of the same coin.

You have your demons,

I have mine,

our paths not meant to cross,

parted from our distant poles,

without you I am lost.

Your heart refrains my harmony,

our breath is intertwined,

your dreams haunt mine,

I shadow yours,

you dwell within my mind.

Our souls can’t be dissevered,

but neither can they join;

we are from different planets,

defying space and time.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Category Archives: Deep Stuff!

Reflections

Just Being

Mistakes

Insomnia

Jubilation

The Poet’s Melancholy

Love Affair

Never Trust a Faerie

I do not belong here

Sorrow

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