Should you feel like just giving up,
Or feel that you have had enough,
Remember you are not alone,
We all have troubles of our own.
Though you may think life is not fair
Who goes through life without a care?
We all have our own cross to bear;
Those without are extremely rare.
It is vital we keep going
For we have no way of knowing
What for us tomorrow might bring
If we do our best, keep trying.
Perhaps you  may look back one day
And proudly be able to say,
Though life was hard, extremely tough,
I'm so glad I did not give up.

Trees cannot always be in bloom
Nor are plants always in flower.
Why then people, do we presume,
Should be at their best every hour?
With their best side always on show,
No matter what, through all seasons;
Worry when they are not just so
And start searching for the reasons?
We need to realise one day
What is just natural I guess...
It's ok not to be ok,
Not to be always at ones best.

It always amazes me just how much **** people will eat, if you feed it to them.
They swallow concepts without giving a second thought as to what they mean.
They bow to authority without question as long as it is well dressed or disguised as entertainment.
The thoughts being consumed are sickening.
I find myself fasting these days.

I’d love to sit and watch the flowers grow,
Never wondering where from or when or how.
I’d love to be hugged and to not try,
To work out now exactly why.
I’d love to hear a songbird sing,
Never asking how they took to the wing.
I’d love to read a thousand more books,
And not once be asked how it looks.
I’d love to exist in peace, and dream,
Of pretty things and those less extreme.
I’d love to sleep with a peaceful mind,
Not wondering why moles are blind.
A fairy tale life, never pondering existence.
Is this the price of my intelligence?

Let the love of this life flow through you
feel this moment, this beautiful moment
unfold before your eyes
The moment I let go of what I think I am,
I am this moment, this beautiful moment
The moment I realise I am not present,  I am this moment this beautiful moment
No should, no buts, no becoming, just this moment this beautiful moment
Breathe, let go, this beautiful moment is here
All encompassing, everlasting beautiful moment I am this moment, I am love ❤️

Deja que el amor de esta vida fluya a través de ti
Siente este momento, este hermoso momento
despliegue ante sus ojos
En el momento en que dejo intentar ser lo que creo que soy,
Soy este momento, este hermoso momento
En el momento en que me doy cuenta de que no estoy presente a mí mismo, soy este momento este hermoso momento
Respira, deja todo como está, este hermoso momento está aquí
Este momento igual no es perfecto, pero es eterno, bello momento que estoy en este momento, soy amor ❤️

Those who can clearly see and clearly hear
Who choose to turn a blind eye, a deaf ear
To all they do not wish to see or hear,
Are clearly shallow; clearly insincere.
Their own happiness is all they hold dear;
That they care not for others is quite clear.

You’ve gotta be in it to win it.
You’ve gotta put in to get out.
You’ve gotta keep living.
The life that you’re given.
You’ve gotta ignore all the doubt.

It’s time that your destiny
Gave you a clue.
It’s time that your heart knew
The right thing to do.
It’s time that’s not stopping.
The clock that’s tick-tocking.
The right here right now is for you..

So never give up on your dreams.
Despite all the **** in betweens.
You’re destiny’s waiting and never abating.
Decide what your every move means.

We die in the end and we know it.
Whether success or we blow it.
Go live in this minute.
For fail or for win it.

Just sail with it –
Board it and row it.

One muggy late September afternoon, a heavy grey cloud blanketing the sky, smothering the sunlight, I was not really heading anywhere with purpose; just walking along the paths amongst the high grass and trees that border the land between the houses and the valley fields.

It started to rain.  Thick, heavy drops of rain, that fell directly down as if they’d been dropped through a giant metal sieve in the sky. I felt each rain drop hit me with determined force, dark spots appearing across my faded green t-shirt. I took shelter beneath an oak tree at the side of the path and listened to the sound of the rain as it pattered off the leafy canopy above and around me.  Everything was otherwise still and silent.  

The air was warm and filled with the sweet earthy scent of the dampening ground.  The grass was bright lime green in the sun where shafts of sunlight speared the clouds. The leaves that sheltered me shone in low diffused light that filtered through the clouds and I admired the bounty of acorns that beaded the branches of the tree around me.  I imagined busy grey squirrels scampering along the boughs, harvesting the bounty in their tiny claws, gathering their store for the long cold winter to come.

Unexpectedly, I felt secure; comforted that I was still able to harvest simple pleasures and peace, just by sheltering from rain beneath a tree. Nature sometimes has a certainty that is re-assuring to a troubled mind.  

My thoughts turned to the coming autumn, with its landscape richly painted in burnished copper and bronze; the hedgerows burdened with the many wild fruits and berries that would nourish the wildlife through the harsh winter months to come.