Lost For Words

The next time you are lost for words, remember this
The tree needs no words to tell it how to grow
Your body needs no instructions on how to heal
The clouds have never read a thesis on meterology
The planets continue in their orbits without reference
To equations chalked on a blackboard
They are not lost

When you experience a sunset what need is there for words?
Do not search for them
They are not coming to rescue you from this mystery
This inner stillness, this halted moment
Be speechless, dumbfounded, awestruck, blown away

Imagine yourself sky-diving

You throw yourself from an aeroplane
A delirious imitation of suicide
Wheeling, twisting and tumbling
Through an avalanche of upward air
Before being snatched back to safety by a rip cord’s cruel neccessity
You land like a newborn being
Helpless, helmeted, tethered to silken afterbirth
Grasping, fumbling for language to convey
What never could be captured or ever contained
The mind gives up, the self gives way
And you laugh
You laugh
You have lost something that was never needed
Let it go

Words are our foot soldiers, our worker ants, our couriers,
They carry the message, they are not the message
Words are our rubies, our jade, lapis lazuli, mother of pearl,
They are the messengers of magic but not the magic
And when you find it they will disappear

Next time you have a beautiful surprise
An unexpected moment that stops your tongue with gratitude
Remember you are not lost for…anything
You have arrived and the moment is full, immaculate
Be silenced, stilled, stunned, gobsmacked
You have found something that words could only point to

Permission to Live

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Permission to speak

It starts with the word

Who can express

Who’s seen and not heard

 

Permission to feel

What’s deepest within

To dare to expresses it

And not fear sin

 

Permission to love

Do you have to ask

Have you been waiting

As if it’s a task?

 

Permission to heal

And see your own wealth

I give you permission

To love your true self

 

Permission – who gives it?

And who’s to recieve

Who has the right

To choose, to believe

Unconsciously, we wait for permission

Following old tracks, with clouded vision

 

Just allow it   …   Allow yourself   ….   Your self

 

A smile is contagious

It welcomes the day

Your spirit leaks out

And shows others the way

 

My neighbour upstairs

Is glad when I sing

I let my voice fly

Then she does the same thing

 

When a dancefloor is bare

It takes a decision

For one to get up

And give all permission

 

The casting off

Of unwritten rules

That we never question

And follow like mules

 

Like wildebeest waiting at the riverside

They all have to cross

It takes one has to decide

 

To reach the far shore

And find what we lack

We must realise

What’s holding us back

 

Permission

We spend our lives proscribed

Between what’s disallowed and what’s self-denied

But who’s permission do you actually need

To start a new life at a different speed?

 

I see many people

Waiting at the lights

Awaiting the signal

That lets them take flight

 

Frozen in profile

Awaiting permission

To finally move forward

And live their own vision

 

 

(Tom George 2016)