We Long For.. Hope..

It has been a little while since a post. So, something has broken in.  There is more.  “Winter is coming”, to the Southern Hemisphere, as we have just begun Autumn (Fall). But there is something else coming.  Something hopeful.  But wait. It will be gently ushered in as quietly as a soft breeze.

 

We Long For… Hope…

 

We long for

hope,

For peace,

and for

release

from all

that tires,

hurts,

troubles, or

perplexes

us.

We long for

love,

A warm embrace,

A genuine face

to greet

us,

As we meet

the days

of our existence.

We long

to not just strive,

Instead,

To thrive,

And face life’s adventure

Together, and

Fully alive.

 

Simon C.J. Falk 2 March 2017

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When – a Diversion of Desires

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When – A Diversion of Desires

In some ways this poem is a playful, even cynical, swipe at our human life and our discontent.  It can also be read on a deeper level.  A longing, to linger, to be more present.  More present to ourselves, to each other and to the vicissitudes that life gifts to us in the here and now.

When – A Diversion of Desires

When we are

empty

We hunger

to be full.

When we are

Full

We wish

To be empty.

Just another bit

I’m sure I can have more

The recipe is a hit

Why had I not tried it before?

When we are

Alone

We hanker

For intimacy.

When we are

In a crowd

We search

For solitude.

The silence deafens quiet ears

That hearken for a voice

The milling crowd fuels my fears

This racket was not my choice!

When we are

Caught in the complex

We reminisce

On simpler days.

When we are

In the simple

We want to

Complicate things.

I’m caught in a bind yet again

However will it unravel?

This tedious cleaning is such a bore

I think I’ll go and travel!

When in

The wind of winter

We shiver

For still summer sun.

When under scorching rays

We want the crisp

Cool winter air.

We abhor

Hypocrisy in others

Yet cherish

Mysterious paradox

In ourselves.

When busy

We writhe

For rest.

When unoccupied

We plunge

Into mindless activity.

When we are

Here

We want to be there

Anywhere!

When will

We learn

To be

Content?

When I look into your face,

Or gaze upon that scene

I’m transported from within my place

To another where I’ve been.

 

I’ve been there when I’m captivated

Enchanted by the beauty,

I’ve been there when I’m motivated

When transcendence returns newly.

 

Yet somehow I struggle to be present

To you, to me, to all,

Our busy minds have us sent

To other longings and another call.

 

I hope I learn to pause, to see

The wonder in you and me,

The sheer delight in all around

The present moment that sets us free.

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Simon C.J Falk     22 March 2015

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