Poetry to Inspire You
Scottish Broom
The Scottish Broom
is no longer in bloom
It lines our roadways
It colours our May Days
It was seeded by one
who knew its purpose
For a future in time
it will be here to serve us
Will it be medicinal?
Will it be its strength?
Will it be its chemistry?
What do you think?
Before the next bloom
of the Scottish Broom
we will know its potential
It is something essential
gagi 03/31/14
Old Habits Released
We have received
and now have believed
an explanation of where
we are stuck
It is simple yet immense
Our old habits are the fence
separating us from the new
paths ahead
The New has arrived
Those finding it have thrived
yet so many are stuck
in the past
Old habits die hard
Time to tear up that old card
and replace the old ways
with the New
As we begin a new day
whether at work or at play
Let us ask is this really what
we want to do
With a vision that we hold
that is both passionate and bold,
what we do is what feeds
that vision
To manifest a new world now
requires taking turns at the bow
to help steer us towards
what’s ahead
Old habits – what are they?
Examine each part of the day
Eating and sleeping, doing
and undoing
We already have access to
information that is new
that can benefit our own lives
and all others
We can become the new model
for others to follow
and thrive and feel blessed
by the change
Are we taking care of our health?
This body is our wealth
that can be sustained thru out
our life time
When we sleep are we at peace
having taken time to release
all the clutter in our minds
from the day?
And what we do thru the day –
is it paving the way
to a life that contributes
to all, the One?
Also knowing of our past
and that all our tokens have been cashed
what can we undo, revive, heal
or now mend?
All the answers are here
We can tune in and hear
knowing what is a choice
Being the voice
Weaving the new
It’s up to me and to you
Begin now each day
Happy in our play
Rejoicing with the change
welcomed, sometimes strange
Knowing we can do it
The visionaries knew it
We cannot fail
Release old habits, set sail
All aboard!
gagi 03/31/14
Passing Time
How did we once
measure passing time?
The sun cast a shadow
on stone of lime
A semi-circle of shadow
marked the time that was light
The stars and the Moon
showed the way at night
Time then was measured
into units for plans
A slow dripping vessel
An hourglass of sand
Then came the clock
with its tick and its tock
and circular face
and its arms to trace
A pattern of hours
Either 24 or twelve
and further into mechanisms
we soon would delve
Pocket, then wristwatches
Clocks in a town square
Always the emphasis
on time, be aware
Wake up and get up
There were alarms to disarm
And then a new concept
the digital farm
Time no longer circular
The numbers would repeat
Numbered cycles of time
What would that create?
A messaging system
from the realms of unknown
333s and 1111s to remind us
we were not alone
Time now feels fluid
There’s a blur to the past
Is time collapsing?
A freedom at last?
What is our future
or is that a concept of time?
How will we function
off the linear line?
Who knows the answer
and we know all too well
Someone will say
only time will tell!
gagi 03/31/14