Sewing my soul together

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I get out my sewing gear

In the quiet times of life,

When I need to mend the tears

Torn by stress and strife.

 

I hold my soul so carefully

And look at every part.

I hope that light will come to me.

As I wonder how to start.

 

I take my needle out

With love thread through its heart

I scrutinise each inch

And then I start to stitch

 

In the quietness of the night

You heal me all the time.

You talk to me in dreams

And I write them down in rhymes.

 

Keep the cocoon whole

Till the soul’s completely there,

Then through its love sewn cloth

A butterfly will flare.

 

No holy spirit’s sold in our great Malls

  • In honouring our dead we lay their ghosts.
    We look again from human need and pain.
    Which one has loved,which one has hurt the most?

    Forgive and let no bitterness remain.

    For them,the humble, no portraits were made,
    Just word pictures which fade back in the mind.
    Kings and lords paid artists, yet forbade
    The showing of cruel lips and eyes unkind

    Yet even they are trodden underfoot
    Their gold protected virtue not at all.
    The soul is made from feelings which don’t rot,
    No holy spirit’s sold in our great Malls.

    We must speak and love in this moment .
    And look on all with glad-eyed,warm intent

Authenticity is invaluable

Jim Jarmusch

“Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery – celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: “It’s not where you take things from – it’s where you take them to.”
Jim Jarmusch

“The inner processes are very patient.”

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And of course the inner processes are very patient. The puzzle of humanness is
apparently not meant to be a simple affair to be easily mastered. Whatever deals
with human lives is naturally patient.
—Wilson van Dusen,

The windows of our soul

Have you ever wondered why some people have  a light in their eyes and others don’t?

There is a  saying that the eyes are the windows of the soul

Some people have dead looking eyes.

Some have eyes brimming with tears

Some have dry and stony eyes like shingle on a beach

Souls

Your eyes are like newly cleaned windows.

they have a little light inside

but I can’t see right into your soul.

Your eyes   are like windows

except windows have no expression despite curtains.

When I was small,I thought houses were alive

The eyes were  the windows

The door,a mouth.

They had no  noses but they could smile.

 

They invited friends to look inside

but the house owners didn’t like

so they chased me away..

That’s where  the world began to go round

like a spinning top.

 

I like windows but now I am careful

after all,it’s not my soul I look at then.

I can see your soul and it’s dark blue

like a sky and you have shining stars too

 

A mole makes a good hat

They say the eyes are the windows of the soul…two may not be enough to become enlightened but I shall try my utmost when I get up at noon before my siesta. in the garden shed.

Who says moles are poor company? They are very cuddly or was that the gardener’s moleskin hat? He could just put a mole on his head that would be both more humane and warmer.but is it democratic?