Dreaming pain

Though I try to sleep
Though I try to fly away
The pain seeps through
Into my slumber too
As I dream and run
Getting around, having fun
Realisation hits
I cannot escape this
It follows 'ere I go
No matter what I want to do
This pain hounds me
Confounds me
Even in my dreams
It surrounds me...

Fracture

Fell off a chair...
Whatever was I doing up there?
Landed heavily...
Now I move...slowly...painfully
The hospital was a drag
Cat's out of the bag
But at least I know
Fractured my poor elbow
The X-rays showed to me
Just what I did you see?
I've fractured the radius
I am in pain and thus
My arm is in a sling
Now I am feeling the sting
Of recognising, realising
I cannot do so many things
So as I sit and commiserate
I am left to surely contemplate
The next weeks...
At least six to eight...
God willing it will pass
Fast...please let it go fast

Dr Nes Medicine woman

We've read the books and loved them all
Diana Gabaldon's wonderful series...so cool
Now it's time to hear those words repeated...
Follow that call...Sweet medicinal herbs do grow
God gave them all for us to use...it's true
They each are useful in their own way
Helpful, healing, calming, in so many ways
Make your teas, infusions, tisanes too
Good for all sorts of pain, migraines...
Everything used to do...way back then
Still is relevant in this day and age...
Better than those awful chemicals
That barely treat the symptoms
Let alone the cause...seeking to ignore
The reasons underlying the actual pains...
We found a magnificent satchel, a medicine bag
Ideal for travelling everywhere around
Two compartments to fill with herbs and things
Oh just use your imaginings...

Counting stars

There's a song upon the airwaves 

All about these lives we lead...

About how everything we try to do

Most of us simply do not succeed...

It seems like our lives are reversed...

Those things we want to do...we don't!

It is maybe just a little perverse...for

Those things we don't want to do...we do!

The song is called "Counting stars"

Sung by "One Republic" I believe...

"Everything that kills me makes me feel alive"

It speaks of these petty lives we lead...

How we search for excitement in everything

Looking to find the thrill, the rush, the high

Maybe never feeling satisfied...

The age old question really is?

That if man has learned anything at all?

Why does he go on and on doing wrong?

Enjoying the bad things...eschewing the good?

Are we simply fools? Too uncool for school

But look into the Bible...

Nothing has really changed...

Even then it was exactly the same...

Even then, Saint Paul...

Found it difficult to do what was right...

History simply repeats...

Over and over again

Satan is still at work...

Seeking to destroy us and our puny lives...

Temptation never takes a holiday...

It is ever working to steal our peace...

Romans 7:19

"For the good that I would, I do not:

But the evil which I would not, that I do" 

Empty inside

 While meditating one afternoon

I tried to look inside myself...

Perhaps it was way too soon I was

Searching for some inner peace

I saw something strange indeed

There was nothing there I recognised

Simply atoms spinning side by side

I saw my heart beating there it's true

But nothing resembling the “me” I knew

I was empty: it was like a terrible void

Could I be some freak, some android?

If I was to contemplate this, my life

What answer could I truly find, inside?

Are we but empty shells of atoms made?

Each and every one of us: empty: at a loss?

Why look inside then? Why even bother?

If there is nothing there to find

Does that mean? To this life...I am blind?

Am I more than just an empty shell?

Is this a kind of limbo? Some kind, of hell?

Did I look too deeply...and did I find?

The deepest recesses within my mind

Did I see the tiniest of particles?

Of which I am made up...those myriad

Tiny little fractured pieces that make us all

Exactly what human beings are supposed to be?

Did I look inside with x-ray eyes?

I never knew it was possible: I'm telling you!

I was practising "Mindfulness" 

Mirror Mirror

Mirror, mirror on the wall

Could I look within myself?

Could I find something deeper?

Than what is reflected: after all...

Mirror, mirror of my soul

Should I seek to understand?

Could I search my/your inner core?

To find that other me as planned?

If you are my mirror image

And I don't like what I see...

How will I ever know the truth?

Of what is reflected back at me...

Those things that trouble... 

Those things that I condemn...

Are they simply the reflections?

That, make me look into myself?

If you are surely my mirror

Though you seem much worse?

Could I rebuke you/me?

For what I must see as my curse

Do I see my own reflection?

Do I accept it as the gospel truth?

If I recognise that deeper me

Learn to change my inner worth?

Will I find my salvation?

Will I find that inner peace?

In this mirror image perceived...

That must be seen to be believed...

I see you: I recognise my/your goal

Now I must go about the changes

That only I can set in motion...

For only I can change my inner soul

Mirror image soul mate

They say you may find your soul mate
Your mirror image or your guardian
As you go about your earthly life
It could be anyone, not necessarily
Your future husband or your wife
Each of these could wander in...
Any of these could cross your path
How would you recognize your partner?
How do you know when they arrive?
Is there some particular attraction?
Is there an amazing intuitive spark?
Is there an instant understanding?
Do you simply know without a doubt?
Do you get on like a house on fire?
Do you feel like you've finally found 
Your mirror image, your very best mate?
So many questions to be answered...
So many things to understand...
When meeting up with your other self
The second half of your blessed soul...
Does it happen to just anyone?
Or does our Lord God have control?