Dotted Rocks

Dotted Rocks…

An avalanche

of dotted rocks

swiftly descends

from passing trends

to bury some

artists alive.

Their dotty ghosts

are sometimes seen

painting great art

that might have been.

I laugh and sigh

in knowing why

they fell beneath

such passing trends.

Shall I now paint

this rock I hold

and strive to turn

rock into gold?

(18/10/2020-

Shelley Wilson)

Lavender Hearts

The scent of lavender dances through the air as I hand sew these sachet bags for Christmas gifts. Having picked and dried the lavender myself, it is a very satisfying feeling to be spending quiet time making these small gifts. Aromatherapy! Simple hobbies like this can be therapeutic and soothe the vibes in the atmosphere in these days of covid 19 plus all that is rising to the surface everywhere to be healed. As I said to a friend recently ‘Get a Hobby!’ 🥰

A Stream of Clear Water Below

May our subconscious minds flow through us like a stream of clear water below.

We are all more telepathic and psychologically influenced than we truly know.

More than consumers and feeders, mere subjects and breeders, we are spiritual beings in a multi-layered universe of duality.

Through the moving spectrums of realities between the polarities, our souls freely roam.

Though still, eternity is an ever-changing flow where no experience lasts forever- moving all to understand our oneness, creating and reaping experiences as we sow or challenging ourselves to self-mastery.

Some souls wear crowns of bright ethereal light in glory as they journey back to Home either to visit or to stay.

Some souls lose their way and feed like parasites on the energy of others.

They hide in the darkness of fears creating torments and tears until they finally choose to go back into the glorious stream of Life, Life’s wondrous stream of Light.

(September 4, 2020-

Shelley A. Wilson)

I Love Being Old

I love my being old

with life yet to unfold

and stories still untold.

I do not mourn my youth.

Gone are its fit-in follies,

its struggles and its troubles.

I smile and bless it all,

each year a gift to me.

It’s great now being old-

I wear my body now

a different shape and size,

battle-scarred with age-

a treasure chest to hold

the gifts I have within.

I’ve lived so many lives

in every shape and size.

I’ve often died in youth.

Now I love being old

with life yet to unfold

and stories still untold.

(Shelley Audrey Wilson-

August 16, 2020)