Adventure

Abstractions of possibility
Do nothing to deter my enthusiasm
Visions of fulfilment tantalise
Every direction calls my spirit
Nothing should disrupt the journey
Twists and turns add to the thrill,
Unicorns might graze around the bend!
Rejoice in the not knowing,
Each step brings us closer to our destiny

(c) Caren Gilbert

My Burdens

Many times I wonder,
Years of worry ahead

Baggage clutched so tightly
Unable to set them down for a moment
Ridiculous in their tenacity,
Determined limpets of woe
Each one clings to me, as I to them
Never rid of the habit, but with hope
Seeking the left luggage counter

(c) Caren Gilbert

Happiness

Horizons which seemed out of reach
Appear closer to me now
Paths illuminated by dreams
Possibilities woven by the wondering.
Impossible holds no fear for me
Now that my creative soul soars,
Expecting great things ahead.
Simplicity is the key, to
Sanctuary

(c) Caren Gilbert

Poem Hunting - A Journey Along the A1 - 24/08/13

The adventure into a new life begins,
blessed by hazy sunshine.

Let's be bold!

We sail south through purples and greens
to the piper's call.
And so the wheel turns,
a battle to widen perspectives,
while giants slumber.
The crows carry out their moorland inspections,
oblivious of our intent.

We each hold the key to other hearts
and delight in opening our arms
to embrace all lost and found.
A butterfly's blessing skims overhead
as we glimpse sanctuary.
We are not lost, recovery is within our grasp,
under the watchful gaze of the ancients.

Seeds are sown, questions dispersed
on the summer breeze...

Can we make more space in our living for time to play?
Be the best you can be, comes the reply.

Shadows cast on concrete;
ghosts of flowers long since gone.

Do we qualify for the life we seek?
It is for us to decide whether
the slightest slip will spell disaster;
or will we soar like angels on fearless wing?

Dream on, seek the poetry in changing landscapes.
Raise your hopes aloft and cradle your fears.
Bridge the gap of your existence with patient serenity
until your purpose reveals itself from your darkest moment.
We quench the thirst of our soul
with questions from our inner knowing.

Every once in a while, stop long enough
to feel the grass beneath your feet
and listen to the wisdom of  trees.
Be sure to rejoin the path,
but only take what you can carry.

We are all poets and this is our soul journey,
the destination is of our choosing.

Are we enough?

(c) Caren Gilbert

Art of Mentoring

Blessings of community,

and the first falls prey to the land.

Why am I here?

Surrender to intention
Belong to the future
Expand to limitations
Open up to knowledge of self
Awaken ancestral wisdom,
from the unknown, unnamed place.

A burst of change to maintain our aliveness.

Learn to talk to trees,

and never forget how.
Meet yourself and learn to be alone.
Wait for things,
until you become present and peaceful.

Always leave a trail.

Hold time in your hand,

be the steward of yourself.

Find fantasy in the land,

and in your imagination.
Ignite passion with curiosity.
Cultivate aliveness to make peace in the world,
and your inner self.

Dragon bark and tree splinters nestle,

in myriad of bird green and water song.
 
The brave explore barefoot;
I do not.
I am neither barefoot, nor brave
 – yet.

I lay entranced by breeze and babble,

And footsteps of invisible ancestors.

And I ask;

Why am I here?

(c) Caren Gilbert

Poem Hunting - Loch Leven - 15/07/13

Motion
Lush sea of green
Swirling, wild, windy
Helicopter perspectives
Lack of wondering leads
to wordless disappointment
Unseen buzzard song
Questing quietly,
come visitors on wings
Ideas sparkle toward the horizon
Fleeting fortunes
Dashing, dancing dansers
Summer clouds, crowds scroll
Fly freely

(c) Caren Gilbert

Poem Hunting - Falkland - 13/07/13 (solo)

Time loses itself
amongst ancient trees,
the manicured disorder of newly tended grass
where buttercups wait patiently.
Land takes on new form and
the wind discovers new channels
through which to weave its stories,
caressing my ears with whispered promises
of the secrets of life.

The upside down tree, branches sunk far beneath me,
a reminder of the energy out of sight,
forgotten in the rush of every day.

A pause to connect and let sparks ignite,
buzzard-song reminders of a forgotten dance,
echoes of a rhythm stirred in the stopping,
seeds sown in each movement.
Babble and hoot guide the journey;
spiral, circle, arch, twist, entwine, channel, sweep,
explore, torrent...

Seek the depths.

Create community, entangle purpose, reflect,
find beauty,
contemplate.
Step boldly into the unknown,
get lost in its embrace.
Gather, inspire, discover, invite immersion,
roar, return.

Encourage joyful industry, float.
Look inward and outward in equal measure.
Collect, let anger flow.

Disrupt destruction.

(c) Caren Gilbert