WELCOME TO JENRAY'S CELEBRATIONS AND THOUGHTS

My feet restore for me.
My limbs restore for me.
My body restore for me.
My mind restore for me.
My voice restore for me.

Today, take away your spell from me.
Away from me you have taken it.
Far Off from me you have taken it.

Happily I recover.
Happily my interior becomes cool.
Happily my eyes regain their power.
Happily my head becomes cool.
Happily my limbs regain their power.
Happily I hear again.
Happily for me the spell is taken Off.

Happily I walk.
Impervious to pain, I walk.
Feeling light within, I walk ...
In beauty I walk.
With beauty before me, I walk.
With beauty behind me, I walk.
With beauty below me, I walk.
With beauty all around me, I walk.

It is finished in beauty.
It is finished in beauty.
It is finished in beauty.

A whisper in the ear, a heart racing
A memory of something long gone
Stirs once more the thrill of knowing
The sensation of a life embracing
Moment when we were young
And the whole world was ours
For the taking, and joy filled veins
Pulsed with fire and passion.
Did we not think all was possible
In those halcyon days of yore?
When youth hid dangers from eyes
Innocent and naïve, but hopeful
That life would fulfil our dreams
And walk gentle through the days
When we were young and the future
Held up the promise of better days
To come.

Now older and much wiser we see
With eyes grown dim in time
That life was a journey taken
With a bitter pill sweetened
From time to time with honey dew
That put our feet back on the path
So we could start afresh and renew
Our hope that life still held some joy.
With friends to lighten the load
We walked in company for a while
Then in solitude when their paths
Split from ours and we went our way,
And they went theirs, and we found
Ourselves alone and knew this would
Suffice for we had become as one
Hoping that there were better days
To come.

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Naked apes,
woven from the stars,
Filled with storms and cosmic fire

Walk erect in liberation,
pursuing dreams with myopic eyes.

Gatherers,
hoarding words, wisdom,
And objects for present and future use,

Weave fluid histories, riven
With blood and rites of passage.

Travellers,
bearing heavy loads
Of ancient, buried memories,

Build material worlds, creating
Gods to ease the sting of death.

Seekers,
straining for meaning
Of concealed truths dimly sensed,

Make mysteries, hiding
ignorance behind masks of certainties.

Rulers,
fighting hidden dragons
garbed in fires of hate and fear,

Turn from reason, creating
chaos clothed as justice.

Dreamers,
holding onto visions
of peace, goodwill and love,

Walk softly in the night, hoping
one day sanity will prevail over all.

*****

A New Dawn

Shadowed shades subduing light,
dew dropped webs silken thin,
Silence.
Shrouds of mist cacooning mantle,
night moist leaves sit passive calm,
Stillness.
Sleep laden birds roost feather snug,
daisies rest with folded petals,
Slumber.
Silver Diana drifts on chariot cloud,
Zephyrs caress the moon’s adieu,
Sunrise.
Soft blush of dawn tints pink the grey,
Stirs dormant life to greet Aurora’s rise,
Serenade.
Sweet trills of birds herald morn,
Stars fade with the night’s departure,
Resurrection
Rousing breaths vast and sonorous,
mists melt - petals unfold - trees unfurl,

A new day.

*****

Eye Candy

A sideways glance. A second look.
A face that catches the eye.
A body honed to perfection
makes years drift back in time.

When age makes one invisible,
a glance goes unperceived.
Memories of being noticed
of flirting, dating, a heart
thumping, a passionate kiss,
come flooding back again.
The days when the viewer
chased and won the viewed,
all these have vanished
with the years. Not regretted,
but vaguely missed when
somebody catches the eye
and reminds the heart it’s time
to rest content with simply looking
and then to pass on by, happy
to know the look went unnoticed
so there was no chance of rejection
which also happened in the past
now, thankfully or hopefully, forgotten.

*****

Time slips away dreamlike into the past
Lost forever moments of consciousness
Making things real that would not exist
Without an act of will to make solid
Something that was but an idea floating
In the netherworld of possible potential
And suddenly is real inside your mind
While outside of it the thing is born
The moment a self beholds the object
And, in observing, fixes it forever
The dance of life in space and time
Endlessly moving in a continuum
Until the end draws nigh and what
Was once a world ceases in the final
Beat of a heart and the last drawn breath
Of a self that came, and saw, and conquered
The odds of ever being born, triumphant
Birth, creator of worlds, lay down now
And rest, your work is done, time to return
The sum of your parts to the cosmic womb
For another life to be born, another world
To be formed, and so it goes on and on and on.

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