Many identify with their bodies

and bloodlines of ancestries-

human tribes, races, monkeys,

single cells of primordial seas,

adaptations and mutations,

experiments of ETs,

stardust of supernovas,

atoms and frequencies…

Myself? That and more I see.

More than our physical body,

we are process and progeny

of Life’s divinely creative Energy-

countless evolving expressions,

multi-dimensional Beings

changing eternally, interconnected,

as with our ‘Ancestry’.

(January 8, 2020- Shelley Wilson)

Gift Yourself

May you write your life with


May you draw freely from

a grateful heart.

May you paint and sculpt and weave

your precious days

with the music of your Soul.

May you gift yourself the Present

as your Yesterdays depart

creating your Tomorrows

with Spirit in your art.

Shelley Wilson- December 24, 2019

Remembering The Dead

“We weep the loss of those held dear.

We hold their memory with our tears,

with flowers and stones

that honour their names,

releasing their bodies to earth,

to water, to air and to flames.

We note the dates of their births and deaths

with comforting words to those they’ve left.

Were they loving? Were they kind?

What were the things they left behind?

How did they define their life and worth?

We celebrate and mourn with grief

repeating inherited or chosen beliefs

as words of power to banish fears-

knowing our turn,too, is drawing near.

Were we loving? Were we kind?

What were the things we left behind?

What defined our values and our worth

co-creating our life on Earth?”

(excerpt from Those Held Dear

a poem I wrote in June 2013)

Shelley A. Wilson

Courage (Revised Revision)

When dread of danger haunts you here,

when terror and trauma stalk your days,

remember your Spirit’s many ways

of guiding you out of a world of fear…

Disregard hatred’s many violent voices

of death and destruction far or near.

Walk with what you hold most dear

of Life, of Love, of Freedom’s choices…

Show others a different way to fight

fear’s intolerance and aggression’s greed,

unquestioned beliefs and delusional need,

endless wars of sorrow, grief and fright…

With free and living souls unite

beyond borders of races and nations,

politics, religions and social stations.

Transform humanity’s desperate plight…

Be a guiding light of priceless worth

when dark deeds fill Earth’s nights and days.

Remember reverence for Life always…

Be the courage to free and bless all Earth!

(May 2004- Jan. 2018- Oct. 2019)

Shelley A. Wilson

Machine World

The Robot told me

“You are simply numbers

and key words,

frequencies and patterns,

consumers and collectors

of our Technology.

You watched slowly

but didn’t see

how swiftly and completely

we dominated you-

‘Collateral Damage’

in our Quiet Revolution-

A. I. replacing H. I.

in our Machine World. ”

(October 9, 2019-

Shelley A. Wilson)

You Are Not A Robot

Breathe in the Life around you.

Stand or sit or lie quietly.

Breathe deeply, naturally, mindfully-

imagining as you do

the cycling of all Life Energy

flowing through you too.

This golden-white Light of Life

brings with It a wondrous feeling-

Life refreshed and ever new.

Breathe It in

through the top of your head.

Breathe It out

through the soles of your feet.

Fill your brain

with the glory of being-


your body and mind.

It’s really as simple as breathing-

lifeforms ‘expressing’ Life

and every form Divine.

(September 23, 2019-

Shelley Wilson with thanks to

N.D.W. and C.W.G.)

Hagar’s Silence (Revised)

I watched in silence as violent winds

stirred grains of desert sand to clash

and bury each other in mindless waste.

Here I am, Hagar,

a noble daughter of the sacred Nile-

a pharaoh’s political gift

to a wealthy nomad chieftain-

a harem gift to serve him

and his clever sister-wife.

The sun god swiftly rises

and breathes hot upon

our smothering, restless tents.

I awakened thirsty for freedom

and rush to serve another’s needs.

Combing her hair in silence,

I begin to wonder

how it all came to be-

humanity’s enslavement

to the gods and goddesses-

the endless blood sacrifices

of man and beast

before, after and between their wars…

Suddenly aware as I humble myself

to glorify this woman and her hair

that I, too, in lifetimes past

glorified war and death by violence-

justified blood-lust

of mad men and angry gods-

angry men and gods gone mad

with conquest and revenge.

How did it come to be

that the all-powerful

Creator of all

was so powerless

as to need a nomad tribe

to fight as ally in a minor war…

The reward of promised land,

great wealth, divine favour

and countless children

to be born like desert sands…

Fierce warriors these nomads are-

the war prize covenant contract

a deed begetting countless deeds

that serve the warrior god of theirs

in continual sacrifice…

His angels come.

The chieftain calls his sister-wife

and I must serve these men

with need of food and drink-

these honoured guests of

flesh and blood.

The Order of Melchizedek

brings more secret messages

from their grateful god.

Then I watch them throw the bones-

divining a future to manipulate

and shape to their own ends.

They throw the bones for others

but I can also see

what lies ahead for me-

false promises and deceiving lies

to me and mine, used and abused-

cast out to die-

then when life itself seems lost

they come again-

these angels of an ancient Order.

It is not the mercy of their god

for me and mine

but the keeping of a covenant contract

and the power of their beliefs-

separation and superiority codified-

the Creator’s supposed favouritism

clearly defined.

I see their god selects

only the chosen few

through race, rituals of worship,

commitment to obedience…

only the chosen few

as worthy of divine favour,

the ‘promised’ land of heaven and earth,

great wealth and world domination-

‘kings and priests forever’.

This is their promised inheritance-

this divided family about to feud.

I wonder how long this could last-

this feud over inheritance such as this?

I shudder in the blazing heat

seeing the role I’m forced to play.

I must keep my silence and just pray

we’ll all find our way

to live a more enlightened day.

(Dedicated to my late dear friend Sarah T. This poem was written in October 2007 and revised September 2019)

No One Owns The Rainbow

No one ‘owns’ the Rainbow.

No one ‘owns’ the Stars.

No one ‘owns’ Earth.

No one ‘owns’ Mars.

Some claim to ‘own’ Nature.

Some claim their Might is ‘Right’.

Some claim to ‘own’ God

and they ‘own’ Heaven’s ‘Light’.

Particles and People appear and disappear

as the Universe unfolds.

Everything is Transient that Life’s

Consciousness beholds.

(September 16, 2019-

Shelley A. Wilson)

No Lawn

I’d rather have a garden than a lawn-

that waste of land with boring grass upon.

I’d make a winding path through fruit and veg

midst flowers, arbor, pergola, pond and hedge.

Food for the body. Flowers for the soul.

A harvest to share would be my goal.

My Paradise on Earth would have no lawn.

(Shelley Wilson- Aug.25, 2019)