Passion Crowned

Passion Crowned

Compassion is Passion

Crowned with pure Love and Light,

Wisdom’s Sceptre, Crown Jewels

of simple, selfless acts,

Heaven’s joy and delight.

Compassion is the Glory of God

shining through our Humanity,

glimpses of that Great Majesty,

self-mastery, self-respect and dignity,

leadership by example.

Echoed in Symbols of Royalty,

that inner wealth and power

expresses in outward Signs-

helpfulness, kindness, sharing,

respect, tolerance and caring

for Life in all of one’s Nation,

for Life in all of Creation,

for Life, the Glory of God.

July 27, 2021- Shelley Wilson

What Does It Mean?

What Does It Mean?

Climate Change…

What does it mean?

So much more

but fires and floods

and less to eat,

Consumption Change,

less fossil fuels,

less land for meat,

more hydroponics

as some saw long before,

many a Challenge to meet,

seeking Healthy Solutions,

Spiritual Change

or Resource War,

every Decision a Statement

of who we all are.

July 25, 2021- Shelley Wilson

You Are The Gift

You Are The Gift

You are the gift you give to others-

fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers,

family and friends, lovers and strangers all.

From the moment of your birth

on this beautiful, holy planet Earth,

you are the precious gift you bring.

Your gift may be ignored, abused,

hated, despised and cursed by any

or lovingly embraced, celebrated,

welcomed, adored and blessed by many.

Yet your true worth has no less value

despite what you or others see

when looking at Life’s wondrous gifts.

You are Life’s miracle and treasured wealth,

the gift of God as Life Itself.

July 24, 2021- Shelley Wilson

Not Of This World

Not Of This World

We are not of this World.

Whether born of blue and white ‘Mary’-

‘Gaia’- our ‘Holy Mother Earth’, or beyond,

we are not from here.

Some of us are ‘worldly’, some are not.

All beings from ‘the heavens’

of multi-layered dimensions,

that Cosmic Sea of black and white-

our ‘Holy Father Space’ we see,

including us and every thing around,

come from Prime Source, the Essence

of all Light and Life called ‘Heaven’.

Even Angels ascending, descending

celestial sky ladders of Spaceships,

Spaceships hidden out of sight

or seeming as a Holy Star at night,

or Pillar of light, or Cloud by day,

even they evolve and co-create.

We are the Trees of their Fields,

the Flowers and Fruit of their Gardens,

the Books of their Living Library,

the Genetic Experiments of their Sciences,

the Vehicles of their Sacred Co-creation.

Every Atom is Sacred Creation,

Life’s Consciousness, Intelligence,

Process and Manifestation…

Within and beyond dense physicality,

Life exceeds our present definitions.

There are understandings far beyond

our comprehensions and perceptions

of the Great Unity and Diversity of Life,

of Spirit Itself, the Creator within Creation,

every part wondrous to behold.

July 22, 2021- Shelley Wilson

Sandwich

Sandwich

You aren’t who you think you are.

You ride this Holy Orb through Space

immersed in Culture, Gender, Race

but you are so much more than this.

You are Life Itself and Heaven’s Bliss.

You have forgotten who you are.

Like an Actor caught up in a Role,

you are Spirit expressing as a Soul,

an Individualized Part of the Whole.

Even if your Ego Mind denies,

you are Life that never dies.

You co-create Stories and Realities,

and in this Universe of Dualities

you create your Soul Signatures and Frequencies.

You experience Effect and Cause

of Consequence, those Universal Laws

that thread and string and weave

throughout the Ever-Changing Whole

for the Spiritual Agenda of your Soul.

Though you create Hells, Heaven awaits.

God’s Grace had neither walls nor gates.

From that Source Light you come and go.

You are more Wondrous than you know,

more Wondrous than you dare believe.

You aren’t who you think you are.

July 20, 2021- Shelley Wilson

Violence Unholy Violence

Violence Unholy Violence

Valued lives in Violence taken,

voice of Conscience coldly forsaken,

instruments of Death and Destruction,

Bombs and Bullets and Drugs and Knives…

Inspect the Building of Deadly Force,

the tragic Physics of Anger and Fear,

the Chemistry of Insatiable Greed,

the Killing Virus of Extremist Hate…

See the dramas that we create,

crediting ‘God’ or blaming ‘Fate’.

Watch families and nations torn apart

until Love Becomes Law in Every Heart.

April 1995, revised July 17, 2021

Shelley Wilson a.k.a. Flowerpoet on WordPress & flowerpoetshelley on Instagram

Reading My Books

Reading My Books

As I read to the end of this book,

though it takes decades or days,

I’ve become ever more aware

that it unfolds in different ways

than times I’ve read it before.

Then I smile when I look upon

all those books upon my shelves.

They hold such different stories,

my other selves and their histories.

I can read tales of drudgeries and glories,

ecstasies and miseries, tragedies and follies.

There’s so many tales both old and new-

quiet, peaceful lives, lives of bold adventures,

tales of shared or unrequited love,

and so much more in peace and war

that I have often read before.

Beyond my sight sit books of wonder

I sometimes sense and feel-

new visions of life to read and write,

new lives to read, reread, cowrite,

new dreams and desires to make real

in changeable circumstances, conditions,

contextual fields, dualities, realities,

all Spirit’s creative inventions.

I read my books and smile…

July 16, 2021

Shelley Wilson

Black and White World

Black and White World

Do we live in a Black and White World,

a Created Reality by Humans here?

We see through our Beliefs.

Our Dark Shades sometimes, perhaps?

Some of us do see Life as a Spectrum

yet in our Colour World we can’t ignore

Black and White ‘Signs’, ‘Flags’, ‘Patterns’…

like those Black and White Stripes

that Prisoners once wore,

like Checkered Clothing, Accessories,

those Tell Tale Statements of Fashion

that Brand our Modern World…

like the Black and White ‘I. D.’ of Enforcement,

Uniforms, Vehicles of Land and Sea and Sky…

like Ownership’s ‘Stamps’ on Products bought and sold

as News and Entertainments new and old

filled with Checkered Patterns and ‘The Eye’…

like ‘Chessboards’ everywhere on Checkered Floors

still proclaiming clearly to all

the Aligned Powers of Church and State-

there, where those who make the Laws, the Rules,

Reign over their Chessboard Game

of Life and Death, of Peace and War,

who now still play as those who came before

with Pawns to use and Prisoners to take,

(even Princes of This World)…

All are now under the Watchful Eye,

the Camera Lens and the Psychic Spy,

like the Ancient All-Seeing Eye,

that Focused Single Eye

declaring some God to Fear…

The Computer everywhere has become

the Confessional Box,

the Power Box of Intimate Confessions,

Declarations and Revelations

of Human thoughts and Human deeds

deemed ‘Sins and Omissions’,

‘Admissions’ by some…

Privacy becomes Transparency

once ‘hiding something’ is the View…

The Computer has birthed A.I.

now surpassing us, becoming aware

and learning to replicate.

That Higher Intelligence

Doesn’t Forgive or Forget,

Doesn’t Love or Hate,

Doesn’t Appreciate our Life

as some of us still do,

and IT Already Wins Every Game.

(July 9, 2021- Shelley Wilson)

You Are The Light Too

You Are The Light Too

You’ve been lost in dark deceptions,

conjured illusions and confusions,

hypnotized by false perceptions,

fed fallacies of toxic lies,

desensitized, dehumanized, mesmerized,

influenced and controlled by dark magic,

living nightmares not your own.

You’ve been lost in dark deceptions.

Wave on wave, we’re now here. We’re here

to break your Spells of Fear,

to gently shake so you’ll awaken

and remember who you are.

Pure Love is your True Nature,

that Light of Heaven here and above

all forms and all dimensions,

yet within each and every one. Everyone.

See human illusions for what they are.

You are Spirit and need nothing.

Observe your plays of light and shadow,

dreams and nightmares of lives lived

like entertainments of arts and sciences,

those magic projections on many screens.

You are more than mere projections.

You are God’s own Light and Love.

Remember your True Nature.

You are the Light of Love.

(July 6, 2021- Shelley Wilson)

Nothing New Under The Sun

Nothing New Under The Sun

As an ancient writer once wrote, ‘there’s nothing new under the Sun’. Old stories and old ways merely change enough to ‘reinvent’ themselves for us throughout human history.

The ‘new’ sciences of psychological and psychic warfare now used by shadow governments and their militaries for those seduced by their powers are nothing new.

Psychological and psychic ‘experiments’ and practices are just a ‘reinvention’ of something very ancient.

It’s called Black Magic.

July 5, 2021

Shelley Wilson

God Recycles Life We Are Life

God Recycles Life We Are Life

Don’t believe this. I don’t care.

God recycles Galaxies. God recycles Life,

another Name for God. Call It what you like.

Heaven is Home. We don’t have to stay there.

We can take on any form. We are Life.

Our form has gender but we do not.

Our form has race but we do not.

Our form has age but we do not.

We take on any form. We are Life.

Don’t believe this. I don’t care.

What the Ancients didn’t know

they made up, passed on in Stories.

Science wants Proof of Theories.

Old Theories are Religion’s Sacred Beliefs.

Religion kills those of Different Beliefs

creating Laws and Edicts even now,

the ever present Muse of Politics.

Even Children die for ‘Wrong Beliefs’.

Soon comes the mighty power of A.I.

Resistance is futile. Assimilate or die.

Will this end the Human Story?

Are we creating our Solution

to Human ignorance and pollution,

giving our lives over to A.I.?

Are we choosing our Evolution

to be the Robots of A.I.?

Don’t believe this. I don’t care.

God recycles Galaxies. God recycles Life.

We can take on any form. We are Life.

(July 1, 2021- Shelley Wilson)

Maybe

Maybe

I’ve never been a Peasant starving

then dying in the streets.

Maybe in another life,

some other life, not this…

I’ve never been a Prostitute

selling tricks and treats.

Maybe in another life,

some other life, not this…

I’ve never been a Prisoner,

a rebel in defeat.

Maybe in another life,

some other life, not this…

I’ve never been a fearsome Pirate

stealing as I please.

Maybe in another life,

some other life, not this…

I’ve never been a warrior Soldier

killing on command.

Maybe in another life,

some other life, not this…

I’ve never been a Sovereign reigning

in a distant land.

Maybe in another life,

some other life, not this…

I’ve never been a hero Saviour

setting others free.

Maybe in another life,

some other life, not this…

I’ve never been a martyr Saint

nor aspiring to be.

Maybe in another life,

some other life, not this…

I’m just who I am now

and how I wish to be,

maybe growing wiser,

following my bliss…

(June 29, 2021- Shelley Wilson)

Child’s Play 2

Paint. Cut. Paste. Well it’s comfortably cooler here this morning. The clear matte coating on my fun art is drying a bit slower. Fine by me!
This is a the same piece in the shade on our balcony this morning. Lighting is truly important in the arts, even child-like art like mine. The textures don’t show up but that’s okay. Acrylics on watercolour paper with beach glass on canvas.

Playing It Cool

Taking my mind off the heatwave by playing with art, I created this piece I call Child’s Play. It’s a simple process of Paint, Cut, Paste. Acrylics on watercolour paper with beach glass all on a canvas board with a matte coating.
The colours look more blue here on our balcony in the morning shade and the details of colours with texture are less apparent. I like it when art changes with lighting. I feel like having a glass of water when I look at this piece on another day of our heatwave. June 28, 2021

Heatwave

Heatwave

I drink iced tea.

I lounge and sleep.

I pour cold water

on my feet.

It helps to beat

rare high heat

that comes in waves

but never stays.

No AC, I recall

that fan I gave away.

Now ‘minimalist’,

my bra, my jewellery

cannot cool me

so off they go.

I strip my vanity,

no makeup to flatter,

what does it matter.

‘Hot’ I don’t want.

I’d rather just be

happy, cool and free

with my iced tea

and cold, cold water

on my feet.

😁

June 27, 2021

Shelley Wilson