Jannietta
Poetry for peace and wellbeing
Life is made up of layers. Like a piece of fruit if we wish to taste the sweetness we must first peel away the outer layers of skin. I hope that these poems may help you shed your layers and bring you closer to the sweetness at the heart of your life.
EVEN THOUGH
Even if you do not feel it
Even if you fail to notice
Or in your ignorance, ignore it
The beauty of life continues to shine its
Radiance over you,
Shimmering and dancing even amongst
The darkest shadows of your dull unknowing.
Even if you never rise to greet the day
With a smile, the day will always
Rise to greet you, singing to you
Over the breakfast table; birthing its joy
Through your slow start to the day.
Even though you may never notice
The smile living in your soul
Your heart knows its name and
Prepares a welcome anyway.
Even if you do not feel it
Even if you fail to notice
Or in your ignorance, ignore it
The beauty of life continues to shine its
Radiance over you,
Shimmering and dancing even amongst
The darkest shadows of your dull unknowing.
Even if you never rise to greet the day
With a smile, the day will always
Rise to greet you, singing to you
Over the breakfast table; birthing its joy
Through your slow start to the day.
Even though you may never notice
The smile living in your soul
Your heart knows its name and
Prepares a welcome anyway.
PEACE
Peace is the fruit of a quiet acceptance
the sacred energy of life flowing freely
through a heart that holds a welcome
for all things.
In the absence of judgement there is nothing to condemn
In the absence of condemnation there is nothing to fear
Without fear the ground of our emptiness opens and sings; a love song;
boundless and free.
Peace erupts like a child, laughing
in the arms of joy.
©Jannietta
Peace is the fruit of a quiet acceptance
the sacred energy of life flowing freely
through a heart that holds a welcome
for all things.
In the absence of judgement there is nothing to condemn
In the absence of condemnation there is nothing to fear
Without fear the ground of our emptiness opens and sings; a love song;
boundless and free.
Peace erupts like a child, laughing
in the arms of joy.
©Jannietta
DAFFODILS
Springtime; the soft gaze of dancing yellow
erupts like a song
on the lips of winter's sorrow.
Bright yellow waves of delight
pool their image before us; sunlight
dancing on the waters of our memories.
At the edge of such beauty, we hesitate
reluctant and shy; the scent of a secret knowing
taking us by surprise.
Bold and strong, created not made
the image in the pool reflects our own
fragrant longing.
Whole worlds cradled as one.
A single flash of recognition
renders us speechless.
©Jannietta
Springtime; the soft gaze of dancing yellow
erupts like a song
on the lips of winter's sorrow.
Bright yellow waves of delight
pool their image before us; sunlight
dancing on the waters of our memories.
At the edge of such beauty, we hesitate
reluctant and shy; the scent of a secret knowing
taking us by surprise.
Bold and strong, created not made
the image in the pool reflects our own
fragrant longing.
Whole worlds cradled as one.
A single flash of recognition
renders us speechless.
©Jannietta
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AWAKE
Not Christian or Muslim Hindu or Sikh Not Buddhist or Jew Atheist, Gnostic or pagan Not these, but Simply free to be Not master or teacher Guru or priest Not rabbi, preacher Imaam or seer Not these, but Simply free to be Not philosopher or theologian Scientist or poet Not humanist, antagonist Activist or terrorist Not these, but Simply free to be Not mystic or magician Therapist or psychologist Not spiritualist, Alchemist Shaman or healer Not right or wrong Broken or healed Not good or bad Saint or sinner Not these, but simply free to be Not creed or colour Country or culture Not race or religion Tribe or sect Not these, but simply free to be free spirit being human Vibrant, aware, insightful, AWAKE! 
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THE GIFT
Life is a timeless gift. The future cannot receive it, Nor the past hold it, Only Now unwraps the present. copyright 2014 Jannietta All rights reserved I RISE (in memory of Mayo Angelou)
Even though there is 'sham and drudgery' Even though there are 'broken dreams' Even though a scream lies hidden inside me Still I feel my spirit rise. Even though there is war and oppression Even though compassion is hard to find Even though my mind is full of lies and confusion Still I feel my spirit rise. Even though there is doubt within me Even though I quiver and shake with fear Even though my body is stiff with the cries I have stifled Still I feel my spirit rise. Even though truth is hard to come by Even though the light is hidden from your eyes Even though your words are thin and empty Still I feel my spirit rise. Even though the past rises up to haunt me Even though the sun is obscured by clouds Even though love has left me bleeding Still I feel my spirit rise. Just as nightfall gives rise to daybreak and winter gives rise to spring so too the music living within me rises up as a song I must sing. Even though there is 'sham and drudgery' Even though there are 'broken dreams' Even though sadness sighs its sorrow over me Still I feel my spirit rise. Still I feel my spirit rise. 
GRASSES Beauty is quiet We should not be fooled by shouts for attention by loud noise or outrageous acts of brash behaviour. Beauty is not self seeking Watch out too for glamour, the false face of beauty Choose instead to consider the grasses of the field how humble they are; how the merest passing of gentle wind kisses alive a green wave of unseen spirit. A majestic singing; A sighing; A silent voice rising. Beauty evokes a quiet remembrance let us bend therefore in reverence before it. |
