River walk.

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The water it can teach you, if you linger so
Tell you of the secrets it learned so long ago.
Tell you how in flowing, rough rocks it wears away,
How to surf the rapids like a child within at play.
It does not try to force its way when stones obscure its course
It flows around, soft yielding, born from a humble source.
First born in the creation, preceding even light
It’s learnt in all its flowing not to put up a fight.
Transformed and recreated, cleansed and born afresh
It’s cycle oft repeated, it journeys on at rest.
T’was there at the creation, still it with us bides,
A glorious acquisition with all its waves and tides.
It dwells also within us, within each living thing
It cleans, refreshes, binds us, to all the earth as kin.
So listen to God’s waters, as they play a soothing tune,
And yield to higher purpose, of earth and man and moon.

Dance with the wind.

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Oh how profound the lessons we find within a tree,
As gales begin to blow, and surf is raised at sea.
Were their boughs to steadfast stand, unyielding to the end,
They’d all soon break asunder. Instead, they gently bend.
For dancing in the breezes and blowing in the storm,
They may lose leaves or branches, but nothing more’s the norm.
Let’s follow their example, with roots held strong and firm,
In all life’s gales and blusters, the flexible let’s learn.
When life blows up a hurricane, let’s bend before the gale,
And dance, enjoy the toss around, as on the wind we sail.

Catch the wind.

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I’ve learnt so much about life while sailing. Like life there is always a “prevailing wind” or “current”. You can’t change that, but if it happens to be contrary to where you want to go, you can still use it by tacking (taking a zig zag course to your objective). You can “lose the sails” (reducing the pull of the wind) and continue to hold the tiller the way you want to go, (which generally works) but sometimes you just have to “go with it”. You seemingly give in to the wind and circle round coming back at it with that extra bit of speed to help make the turn. You have to learn to use it, not let it use you. Steadfastly maintain your direction but be prepared to give in and go full circle if needed. Just be determined to get there no matter how long it takes, how many zigs and how many zags.

Use it but don’t let it overwhelm you or push you where you don’t want to go, or get you stuck in the reeds. If you wave wildly a “power boat” will usually eventually come along and pull you out (an awesome fellow human or God himself) but better not to go there if you can avoid it – it may take a while!

Embrace the wind, enjoy the ride, feel exhilarated, be prepared to adapt to it, but keep your true course with determination. Happy life sailing!

Wisdom of the waters.

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Learn the songs and wisdom of the waters. Did you know waters “sing”? Picture the pounding of ocean waves, a rippling stream, the soft flow of the river, even the rhythmic drip of a leaky tap.
Water sings in its yieldedness, rejoices in its path, not fearful, for it cannot be destroyed only transformed. Sometimes solid and still, binding time in its grasp. Sometimes transformed to mist it vanishes, to journey on the breath of the wind. Becoming as nothing it takes wings.

Flowing on its journey it takes all contours and dimensions, the round, rocky pool, the turbulent river, the gushing falls. It does not change its essence, rather the obstacles through which it passes change, are transformed by its presence.

Enjoy water as it cleanses and invigorates. See yourself like a rippling brook, not big enough to drown in, but pleasant to the eye and ear, refreshing to the skin. Flow on the paths set before you seeking the lowliest ground, for there you’ll progress the fastest. Things around may be stagnant, unmovable (save for our presence) but our spirits, like water, can flow freely into any mould or shape.

Dream Master 2

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(from September 2014

Song Bird Songs

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They wait in the serenity of the forest, breathing in stillness, spirits calm, eyes taking in shafts of light filtering through the canopy above. Birds pepper the silence with songs of freedom and the fresh smell of earth invades their nostrils. They don’t know why they are here or what called them, only this is where they are meant to be. Called from many places, transported on the breath of dreams to this spot, they linger, glancing at each other. A tiny leaf swirls, drifting from its place among the foliage. Separated from its peers the wind bears it as it wanders slowly downward. A bud that swelled in pride and opened its mouth to the sun has shriveled and let go its hold. It sighs upon the wind seeing no purpose in its demesne, not seeing the eyes tracing its course upon the air. The wind unseen, the leaf…

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Song of the Waters.

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Listen to the song of the waters. Did you know that waters “sing”? They do. Think of the sound of the ocean, a rippling stream, the soft flow of the river, even the rhythmic drip of a leaky tap.
Water sings in its yieldedness, rejoices in its path, not fearful for it cannot be destroyed only transformed. Sometimes it is frozen and still, biding its time. Sometimes it evaporates and journeys through the air. Though this transformation is difficult the ride is heavenly.
Water takes all shapes and sizes. It is the situations through which it passes that change, even they over time are transformed by its presence. Things around us are stagnant, unmovable (save for our presence) but we can just flow freely into any mould or shape.
Enjoy water as it cleanses and invigorates. See yourself like a rippling brook, not big enough to drown in, but pleasant to the eye and ear, refreshing to the skin. Flow on the paths set before you seeking the lowliest ground for there you shall progress the faster.

Life Water.

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Listen to the song of the waters. Did you know waters sing? Think of the song of the ocean, rippling streams, the soft flow of the river, even the rhythmic drip of a leaky tap. Water sings in its yieldedness, rejoices in its path. It knows no fear, cannot be destroyed, only transformed. Ancient of ancients, here since the beginning, sometimes frozen and still, biding its time; sometimes evaporated journeying through the air. This transformation is difficult but the journey shows far vistas that would have remained unseen had it not risen.
Like life water takes all shapes and sizes. It is the situations through which it passes that change, that over time are transformed by its presence. Things around are stagnant, unmovable (save by its passage) but it flows freely into any mold or shape, seeking the lowliest ground for there it shall progress the faster.