Travel Through My Lenses

Too often I abstain from sharing who I am
Reluctant to lay bare my bones
An apparition is all you will see, when you try to see the real me
Visit my mind, my soul or my heart
Expand your view until you tug at the seams
Let my horizons broaden the lay of your land

Take my hand and stroll through leafy dell
Hold my heart in yours for a short while
Recalculate all that you thought you knew
Open your mind and let me walk through it
Unite in my purpose until it makes sense
Go deeper into my words, as far as you're able
Hear my soul's song crash over you

Meet me in the moonlight and set your star stuff free,
You are clearer to me now

Lose yourself and let me find you
Expectation spurs me on in this quest
Nothing is impossible when seen through my eyes,
Savour the vision of what might be
Escape the chains that weigh you down
Sanctuary is a heartbeat away

(c) Caren Gilbert

Child of Nature

Curiosity draws me outside,
Hurrying becomes a forgotten habit
In the investigation of forest paths.
Lightest footstep is all that is needed for
Discoveries in the wild

Outdoor explorations rekindle childhood passions
For staring at clouds and hearing waves crash

Normal life seems dull
Alongside barefoot beach walks...
Time stretches to accommodate whims of diversion.
Universal energy surges through my senses
Reminding me of the power I though lost
Embracing my adventurous nature is the key to all I seek

(c) Caren Gilbert

I Am...

I am a poet
I am an adventurer
I am a storyteller
I am a torrent of ideas
I am a seeker of peace
I am a devil in the detail of all things
I am a navigator of shadowed paths
I am a reflection
I am an elder in waiting
I am a climber of trees
I am a weaver of words
I am an anchor
I am a safe harbour
I am a secret sanctuary
I am a hopeful light
I am a destroyer of imagined barriers
I am a guiding hand

(c) Caren Gilbert

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