Category: Metaphors

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The Power to Be

The Power to Be

Numbers and symbols
Colours and hues
Patterns, synchronicities
in all that we do

Awareness, defining
Being right there
Possibilities aligning
as a true thoroughfare

Compassionate presence
Feeling, attuned
Sharing the burden
that others assumed

Fraught with the differences
Existing aligned
Envisioning the future
where none are maligned

Patient yet moving
Full of respect
Encouraging and supportive
Bringing out of neglect

Patrons to the multitudes
Wanting to help
Bringing the answers
so the frozen can melt

Picking up the garbage
Recycling the rest
Disposing of the old ways
Returning to our quest

Inward and onward
Exploring all the ways
Finding our answers
Creating our new days

Floating and flying
where no one has been
Returning to manifest
with all that we’ve seen

The beauty, the presence
of what now can be
A celebration of the gifting
of the power to be


gagi         01/20/14

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Peacefully Blend

Peacefully Blend

peacefully blend
expand out and spend
the wealth of our love
a share of our bread
the infinite abundance
woven as a thread
blending and weaving
all textures and colours
gifting our uniqueness
and receiving from others
the ultimate blend
of our best with the rest
creating a vintage
exquisite and rare
with the ability to multiply
expand out and share
a toast to the future
a toast to the Host
to peace and to joy
and to The All we love most


gagi   01/16/14

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Transformation

Transformation

At what point does the butterfly recognize what she has become?
She had been a caterpillar for so long and then she had rested.
Now, aware that she is being awakened, the butterfly starts to move.
Movement stirs her senses, senses of self and of where she is.
New senses, new form.
A butterfly reborn.

At what point does the butterfly find out she can fly?
Does she fall from her perch and discover she can glide?
Or does she purposely step out and then try her new wings?
How does the butterfly experience her new freedom?
Her ability to travel and see a larger view?

At what point does the butterfly understand her transformation?
Does she ever become aware of her life’s purpose?
Is she ever aware of her own beauty?
Does she have a sense of her identity?
Or is she simply part of the One, the All That Is, the observer?

Does the butterfly with her new form see the world as the same?
Or does she see the world around her as new too?
Is the world new because of her transformation?

Is the butterfly aware of the many cycles that are spinning?
Does she have a sense of where she is in the great cosmos?
Beyond space and time?

And of her own expansion and transformation?
Is it simply a metaphor for what is happening on a greater scale?
Let us simply observe her, that we may see.


gagi      01/11/14