Awaken Prayer
Take a moment to relax journeying mind,
Where mother earth sings gently kind,
Nestled amongst bush laden tree,
Rest one's soul, feeling only but thee.
Amongst your bountiful flowing gift,
A guide drifts forth with much to lift.
Ne'er truly alone, feel her pulse richly shine,
Articulation touched my soul to divine,
Gracious, giving, noble and kind.
Each shadow shares equal light, nothing's blind.
Mystical fae approach to do best,
Tickle your senses, the wand does the rest.
Heavy essence lifts to waiting cloud.
Gentle, safe, bathed naked and proud.
For there is life beyond that which we gaze,
Future, adventure, where pathfinders blaze.
Finding your stillness in silence is key,
Frantic to calm, a trickle, you'll see.
And from each distant star that glows,
You the new, is readied, she grows.
Wander no more, a pathway presents,
Glowing in colourful essence, immense.
Each sparkle of life connects to loving home,
Now wake, enlighten, you be strong, go roam.
And if I need to say more about thee,
Talk to my realm, be happy and free.
Universe grows, to enrich the path,
No pain, no trauma, just love from the heart.
Poem by Emrys Skye
Autumn come
As I watch the nights draw in.
Feel the tingling change to skin.
Sense the insects preparing their nest,
Feel the crunch underfoot, cool test.
I thank my inner sanctum for light,
We have served each other, both day and night.
Built a bond for another change,
Fresh season upon us, bless you my sage.
No dangling heatwave for head to spin,
Autumn is here, three cheers then sing.
Leaves change colour in glorious shade,
Water freshens, a clear cascade.
Abundance of food, much harvest to hoard,
Hibernating homes under log and board.
Gathering flocks fly south for the sun.
Thick fur coats grow new, it is done.
Autumn equinox, nothing compares,
Apple and squash, store under my stairs.
Prepare I do, kind introspective mind.
This my favoured season to shine.
Poem by Emrys Skye
AUTUMN DUSK
My eye so lit by a dragon breathe,
Glazing the sky from a dropping sun,
Waxing moon hung in hollow firm,
An evening feast had just begun.
Harvest your crops dearest friends on earth,
Gather the seeds, make good your steers.
For autumn nights shall darken the dusk,
Early signs as woollens prepare.
A world's fine cycle sustains my race,
Fragile human find your guidance in grace.
We all have kindly gifts to bring,
Life is witheringly short, so sing.
Give joyous thanks to each neighbour's love,
Help thy friends in need of some,
Show we care when others rage,
Step up where needed, burn only white sage.
Many I meet are goodly to trust,
Walking a journey through unknown mists.
Reaching out with their spirited soul,
Faced by adventure, with burdens of own.
Yet come together we all do now,
A land is calling to seek a view,
Hear the voices and crying from all,
This is the hour, step up we do.
Poem by Emrys Skye
A Walking Prayer
Resting my weary bones.
Walking the paths alone.
Touching the earth so pure.
Hearing the breezy lure,
Trees that grow from clay,
The leaves glow red to say.
It is time, underfoot is crisp.
Autumn draws breathily mist.
Walk more to fill my cup.
Arise my world, wake up.
Poem by Emrys Skye
REALITY OF MY I
The Predictability Waves of monetisation reminds me to sit down...
Take a breath...
For I am fortunate to have fruit...
To live with kind caring energy...
And make life choices.
I have no desire to change that which seeks to change me.
I can however reflect back all that is not in my highest and greatest interest with love and kindness.
The Reality of my I.
Poem by Emrys Skye
The Aware Prayer
Inspired by another brother on a journey...
When hypocrisy hits a jangling nerve,
Do we walk the talk or try to swerve.
Good old mind, it makes us think,
Life is short, gone in a blink.
Regular as clockwork, the doppelgangers sit,
Weigh heavy the construct of time, at a lick.
Control the space they cleverly do,
Makes us think, must scoot, no brew.
Yet far away in a backwater wood,
Tribes hunt, gather and relax, so they should.
We be no different, yet why do we fret,
Time has spoken, the mind struggles to forget.
I train my mind to listen to my heart,
To feel my weary bones, its a start.
And from my continuing entrainment pain,
The heart takes control, I can feel again.
I am just like everyone else, human it is said,
Until my bones collapse, then gone, be dead.
Yet my spirit and soul thank me day after day.
Live my life, relaxed and chilled.
That's what I say.
Poem by Emrys Skye
Hum your Om
Why does a moment pass you by?
To be gone in a blink of one's watching eye.
When so much creativity is ready to fly.
Yet we stumble over this expectational high.
Well trust me friends, I am just the same,
Find spells and alchemy, gently nurture a flame.
By warming the heartfelt desire to care,
The magic evolves slowly, by trusting to share.
Discernment is part of our mystical mind,
Built on a knowledge to be lovingly kind.
Chose we did to be here and now,
Working off socks, for our finest of hour.
Hurdles appear in a chaotic time.
War is deadly, uncontrolling, not kind.
Yet many who wage that baton to lead.
Are not the souls who hurt and bleed.
Take a moment to pull in your field,
Auric layers, your life, do not yield.
Each pathway sculptures guidance we choose,
Find your symphonic hum, not the blues.
And when this tone of gold sings om,
Harmonic overtones ring loud and strong.
Open your aura, enrich in the sun,
A moment has risen, a passion for one.
Poem by Emrys Skye
Today’s happy thought.
When the rains came to freshen my soil,
To fill the rivers and deepen the well.
Walk I did in thankful glee,
Fresh buckets of joy, three cheers from thee.
Mother Earth decides my stay,
Her thoughts a seasonal offering today.
Put on your boots and fill to the brim,
Her gift to all, an autumnal swim.
Fear not the daily news for scoops,
Designed to steer the mind through hoops.
Release the sophisticators of doom,
Listen to nature, let it fill your room.
And when your heart has rhythm and joy,
Help another grow wings to fly,
Then your raft begins to grow,
Visions are sown, for a spring laden show.
Now is always the moment to be,
Drink from pools of wisdom, you'll see.
Then the storms that others create,
Calm to a breeze...it's never too late!
Poem by Emrys Skye
Reach for your Grail
The steps we took, yes many were bold.
Each wrinkle, a story, a picture, growing old,
Where life on a planet, whether round or flat,
Calm and peaceful, my home habitat.
So when I delve further down the line,
Not too far, I'm told it's fine.
Yet sense my deep mistrust ahead,
When machine tasks work, should I feel dread.
Dopamine hits swirl through my soul,
Drones are hovering above my door,
Apps controlling every human move,
Designed for wealth, I say for who?
The magic however that flows from us all,
Does offer humanity this comforting call.
We all are clever with gifts divine,
Unlock your heart, show god your sign.
Amongst a universe growing faster than thou,
Feel mother earth, touch your finest hour.
Division is failure, look it straight in the eye,
Be one with your soul, cast hatred aside.
No machine shall crumple my worth today,
I stand up for human to rightly say.
Go gather your gifts, there is enough for all,
Be humble, be kindly, go reach for your grail.
Poem by Emrys Skye
