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.)
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-
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-
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
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)
Long before Mars
became a cosmic relic
of terror and ancient wars
we lived and loved upon its
Too long ago to remember…
except our pale blue skin…
and we explored the heavens
(April 1999- Shelley Wilson)
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
(September 16, 2019-
Shelley A. Wilson)
As the seasons change my daughter and I make simple ‘displays’ on our table to enjoy. We often photograph these ‘still life’ arrangements as well. It gives me a feeling of quiet joy whenever I look back at these seasonal ‘moments’.
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)
Fun times on the Ottawa River.
This is another way to remember holiday travels to places we love. I added more blue/purple top and bottom as well as new support sticks top and bottom. Sometimes ‘finished’ isn’t finished. 😄
My second project updated with an added support at the bottom. Sometimes ‘finished’ isn’t finished. 😉