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 Untitled I

I shall dip deep, dive in

brushing off

strokes, smooth, choppy,

slapping, stirring, mixing

colours painting

picturing images

creating afresh,

anew

the joy,

the movement,

the inspirations,

the work,

the looking, the doing, 

life in colours

pastels, oil, 

bold, blurry,

 bright and strong.

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Open to possibilities

surge of ideas

the picture in front

forming

yet, dissolving

and then, a stronger image

of something unravelling,

unfolding,

as the dawn from east,

as the first breeze,

as the first birdsong,

as the first taste,

as the morning fresh,

new and ready.

The dreaming

 Of vast open skies,

the blues, the hues,

cerulean, cobalt, aquamarine,

white for foam and green,

shades of the new palette,

titanium white, clouds, ochre sun.

Mist and winds will blow,

through open landscapes will go,

chiming clock, bells and tower.

Lighthouse, wharfs, pleasant bower,

peaceful bay, steps down the water,

horizon sunset reaching the harbour.

The lengths, the widths, the air

the space, the breath, the fair,

playful town of freedom, 

the adventure awaiting,

a fresh new canvas from

which a new painting.

The sadness, and the joy

The preparing, oh, the sharing.

Easy gets harder, one by one, declaring,

adieu and farewell to this, without lies;

the squares and the heights, the city lines and city skies,

the sacred spaces, the familiar faces,

the shitty places, the unfriendly faces,

the good spots, the special shops,

soon memories, like melting dewdrops,

for new routes and trajectories

the paths we shall walk

the promenades where we'll talk.

And inside the heart is light

as each heavy farewell in sight

as each precious piece, ready for release,

the concerns, slowly lifted

my soul and body already drifted

from the river to the sea

carried by the Thames of pains

to the Sea of new views, new window banes

The sadness, carried floating down the river

Once in the sea, lost forever,

and the joy of the new life ahead,

the fresh new start,

like the first morning bread;

it's time to part.

(For soon we shall part from London and go to Margate,

 the last posts here are about the journey)

 

Joseph Mallord William Turner - Margate, from the Sea [c.1835-40]

Smooth Sailing

To fill each tethered sail, the winds must blow in harmony, while gentle currents flow, and if good fortune wishes to prevail, the winds must blow to fill each tethered sail. To still the roaring sea the winds must calm for sailing ships to play their faring psalm, and when St. Elmo hears a sailor’s plea, the winds must calm to still the roaring sea. To stem a tempest surge, the currents stream beneath the bow, from port to starboard beam, for ev’ry sailor knows, before their sails emerge, the currents stream to stem the tempest surge. As tides recede in rhythm with the moon, that beams its brilliance, making lovers swoon, the rains subside while railing winds concede in rhythm with the moon, as tides recede. Beyond the stormy night, when rains subside, the winds will sing in tempo to the tide. A rainbow may surprise the morning’s light when rains subside beyond the stormy night.

Copyright © Mark Massey 

Trust the Universe

 

For the four directions

to guide me through

this journey shall be

as smooth and as pain free

For the West is our past

we release, we let go

let go with intention, 

holding memories cherished

let go of these walls, release

passing and releasing

letting go, blessed be

May the next people love and cherish

grow and live contently in our home

like we loved and cherished and 

created a beautiful life in this home

Blessed be

For the North is our life

as it is a strong family

with strong ethos

patient and steady

for these walls made us safe 

and secured a healthy home

with good meals, 

colours and scents, comfort

for our furniture served us well

Blessed be

May the people who will live in this house 

also be happy, strong and healthy

Blessed be

For the East, our new beginning,

Our new home waiting, 

may we start a beautiful

calm and steady life

breath in and out, breathe

the new air, the fresh start,

the new life, awaiting

connect with a creative community

May we be inspired and continue

to learn and grow, offer our skills

and knowledge and give and receive

May we continue our journey

our new life, peace, nature and 

good things to come along the way

Blessed be

May we be content, cherish and love

our new home, the way the people

loved their home, blessings

May they also find a new beautiful home and continue their journey

with love and peace and joy

Blessed be

For the South, our will

to move and create a new life

to say goodbye to this place

for all the passion and work we put here

may we take our strength and passion 

to our new place, and go through these changes

let us gather energy the good intentions

the good and the new, with courage

releasing, breathing out,

with courage, breathing in

breath out, release

gather life force, be bold

through the process, accept the ups and downs

and the lengthy legal journey

may we be steady and be strong

focus, stay calm and centred 

until we reach the final outcome

to celebrate the things to come

Blessed be

Trust the Universe

Salt water

 

Times are changing

Even passing through the yearning

for the picture is still far

needing the journey to encounter

obstacles, like huge waves crashing

on the rocks, not quite at shore 

yet, riding over and under

the tumultuous hours

tasting a bit sour

salt water in my eyes

Bittersweet, pounding heart,

holding tight, here we go

keep the faith

keep the faith

Trust the universe

Follow the seagulls

Heart pounding, leaping forward

Spring sun and wind, the changes begin

As the birds, preparing, nesting,

flying south and getting ready

For now the clearing and the shimmering horizon

the sea is calling

things to come, the changes

rebuild a cosy nest

a place to restore and rest

leaving, shedding, ridding,

to embrace the new

a calmer and simpler life ahead

below, a passage from 

Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking

By Walt Whitman

 Shine! shine! shine!

Pour down your warmth, great sun!

While we bask, we two together.

Two together!

Winds blow south, or winds blow north,

Day come white, or night come black,

Home, or rivers and mountains from home,

Singing all time, minding no time,

While we two keep together.

Inner to outer

 

From inner to outer

the good vibes

and the lowdown

What really matters

is change in our lives

and look after your own

So be it, blue sky, green sea

crystal clear, aquamarine,

smooth over, find and see

move away from the has been

All of it, embrace it all

Hear the gentle waves call

Margate seaside sunset