Somewhere in time
There was a woman
Who waited and hoped and loved.
Sitting by the train station
Waiting for the man who promised
he will come back.
She never became tired,
she waited long,
Until one day she realized
she has a life of her own.
“I deserve to be loved, cared for and respected
I will search for someone, until the very end.”
It was so long ago and so far away
This story that I’m telling you now.
Somewhere in time,
do you think she found someone?
From an old book I read, this was what she said-
“I am a woman racing against time
I searched far and wide for ‘someone.’
Thank God I found love and meaning and grace
And never lost it again to time and space…..
People say impossible, how could it be?
I say yes, it is possible to be free.
The ‘someone’ that I found was ‘me’.”
Woman’s true freedom comes from finding her ‘Truth’ and loving herself.
More than anyone, she is her very own soulmate’.
~ poem & image from my book The Forsaken Muse, available on Amazon.com & other online stores
Petal by petal
‘Divine Hand’ is peeling me
such that there is no other way but to let go of all the things
I once thought could give me security.
Like jobs or the need to affirm someone’s love,
or have enough money and beautiful clothes,
or even have a pretty face and a shapely body.
Somehow they all mean nothing now,
Not that they are really nothing, but in a sense they are.
They are trappings of life that we easily get caught up with,
They don’t mean anything when you are in the centre of ‘Divine’ will,
Somehow you know, you can let go, you are not in want,
and you do what you like to do, within the bounds of wisdom and decency.
There is some uncertainty, and yet you are quietly confident…
Like a child without fear,
just trusting…not struggling…
yes, such freedom.
~ 2011, Sydney
Come Before Winter My Darling
Summer love is fun, so dreamy and romantic.
But when the object of summer love is gone, the cool autumn and the gloomy cold winter can be so lonely. This is a plea for someone to come back. It can also be someone reflecting on the seasons of life, especially when one’s winter of life is approaching.
I met you in summer
When days were long and warm
Autumn has come,
Just as you were gone.
Most leaves have turned brown
There’s a few more leaves to fall,
Come before winter my darling
And make me feel warm.
……..I’m still waiting.
Poem from my book The Forsaken Muse, a book of poetry & photography.
‘I have entered Autumn fully, a season of reflection, my favourite season. Time to gain new perspective. To sit back & stroll through the back roads of our minds. To revisit the rooms of our memory & see with our hearts how our dreams and aspirations can be. To think about what, where & why. This implies a change is coming, & the Divine patiently waits for change to begin… He eases us gently into it …’♥♥♥
Please note: It is Autumn in Australia, the reverse of the Northern Hemisphere. :))