Graceful Shores

Graceful Shores

Inspired by a special light in my life, a beautiful man – a poem by Nancy Fijan

 

With eyes of a dreamer,
standing still on the Barassie shore,
staring out to sea,
musing of her,
squinting at love –
Glowing tinges of a setting sun wrap around him,
Like nylon, and her giving embrace.

Enduring memories,
reflections of precious time spent,
smoldering, he smiles –
knowing she gives him reason.

Believing in her light,
she fills his marred heart.

Hands falling off,
longing to rest on,
to feel, her tenderly.

Brushing stray silken hairs away,
sore fingers illuminate her –
you’re gorgeous, his vox,
her hovering face.

O Sweet Reverie!

Walking in the sand,
each day, hand in hand –
blessed souls recharge.

Graceful shores perpetually await.

Beautiful People

Beautiful People

 

Inspired by two wonderful people who light the world on fire with their timeless love, reminding us that life is truly beautiful and with love in it, anything is possible – a poem by Nancy Fijan

 

Side by side striding as equals across the room,
knowing, they walk together.
As the sun shines upon the glory of the day,
bird song in the air, they smile together.
Playfully expressing images of wonder and delight,
forever young, they laugh together.
Their presence is a sparkling truth, bubbling
with lavish hopes and simple dreams.

 

Life stories streaming sadness and joy from sincere,
clear, tender eyes –
Rooted bodies standing close, solid pillars of support
against the wild winds of unrelenting change.
Minds at peace become one, banding together
by wandering gypsy hearts –
Theirs is a timeless vessel, aptly called the
Embodiment of Love.

 

Alive without fear, reverberating harmoniously, having faith –
Beautiful travelling souls teach love, healing one another
and the world.
Celebrating precious sunsets upon a hill, replenishing
souls with nurturing, soothing energy –
Bear witness to the majestic splendor flourishing
from their seeds of love.

Rain, Always

Inspired by a beautiful man – a poem by Nancy Fijan

 

Luscious drops descend on us like a thousand kisses –
Upwardly we gaze with curious intensity,
smiling and glancing at each other,
knowing.
With aqua pura from the heavens,
we cleanse our minds
and release our sins.
We are no longer cold, and tired, and old.

 

Landslides of tears, for days gone by, and for days to come,
Make us feel, deeply, from our still beating hearts –
a riotous passion,
an uncommon sadness,
and a boundless bliss.
And for today –
your angelic soul silently shines
from your glistening eyes.

 

Lifting our loving spirits, the velvet sound of
earthly mortality
lulls –
Clarity arrives with the ping of each wet timeless charm.
Quenching our rapture as we bathe in warmly soothing rain –
Ours
is the quintessential existence of prolific substance,
always.

Dream With Me

Inspired by a beautiful man – a poem by Nancy Fijan

 

The soft blush of morning stretches slowly across the endless horizon,

While sitting and savouring each breath of sweet exotic air –

The caress of a gentle tropical breeze lightly brushes her face,

Like worn fingers finding comfort in touching exquisite silk stockings.

 

The soothing rhythm of rolling turquoise waves massage the shoreline,

Over and over again, back and forth – calming motion, endless trance –

The tingling sensation of toes curling in the velvety, wet, warm sand,

Kneading delicately serene and clandestine thoughts of starry revelry.

 

Gazing out forever into the vast union of blue ocean and wild yonder,

A pair of gulls dance, calling and chasing, round and round, up and down –

Being one in the wind, watching a timeless story unfold,

Peace and love in this moment, smiling from the soul – dream with me.

 

Eating Pancakes

Inspired by a transformative year of sharing and growing with a shining light in my life, a beautiful man – a poem by Nancy Fijan

 

Instant connection when the world is falling apart – you’re safe, no fear;

Exposing the deepest of meanings behind the saddest of songs,

Gentle soul, you, chivalrous heart –

Cheering on a zipped spirit stranded on a bus, a million miles from home –

Virtual streaming assistant at your side every inch of the way.

Creation of rock star moments over many sleepless joyous nights –

Tweaking and fine tuning – songs and sounds, always yours – pure in delight.

Tenderly listening to hours of life stories bravely told –

Unfathomable, undeserved selfish cruelty, barely survived.

Unwinding with beautiful smiles, accentuated laughs – rendering heated desires

Soothing numbing years of trampy troubles over spent.

Sharing our dirtiest of secrets and our wildest of dreams –

Greatness in trust and excitement in paving new world gold.

When the scariest of news suddenly lands two ways – we hold on forever,

Telling each other it’s going to be ok – a gentle lady and her strong knight.

Cherishing magical mornings together – eating pancakes, enjoying every bite.

Whisper

Inspired by a beautiful man – a poem by Nancy Fijan

 

Not the deepest of secrets, nor the dirtiest of scars,

The most haunting of memories, blue seas of blame –

No matter who comes out of the woods,

Will my breath ever freeze when sayingI believe in you.

 

With the love of the Father ripped away,

Wearing out sails, now tattered and torn –

Surviving the dream is destiny’s course;

Gently listening, stroking nose and cheekI believe in you.

 

Soothing ancient river, revitalizing the soul,

Built internal civilization greater than Rome –

With risk comes sacrifice and golden reward;

Tightly bound beauty, natural embrace…I believe in you.

 

My Quiet Time

Sitting on my porch before the sun rises with a cup of French pressed coffee with honey and cinnamon, when all is still – no matter the weather or the season, is the way I begin each day. Sometimes the forest, or the mountains, or the ocean, or the banks of a river in a world class city, or the most spectacular view from a magnificent suite 30 stories high looking down at the peaceful power of Niagara Falls – are worthy substitutes of my little porch depending on where I find myself in this big beautiful world.

This is my quiet time – to just be. To bask in the calm silence, to revere in the beauty of nature, and to hear my heart beating. Sometimes it’s the colour of the sky or formation of the clouds that catches my eye – that conjures up a memory or imprints a new one. What is for certain is that the sun will rise each day – and each day I relish this small ritual to ground me, to appreciate me, to count my lucky stars to be alive, and to open my heart and be grateful for all the amazing people who grace my life with love.

This is my quiet time – to patiently work through the most troubling of dilemmas that weigh heavy on my heart. With the sky above me, a vast comforting blanket of clarity, I see beyond doubtful feelings that creep in, and always think of others – of what they have gone through or are going through. And my heart opens when I remember something of them that makes me smile or laugh out loud. In the complexity of life, the warmth of these feelings is fuel from my soul re-energizing the strength of my heart.

This is my quiet time – to listen to and act upon what my heart is saying. The course it plots always leads to an incredible destination, needing humility, bravery, and tenderness to fulfill the journey. A place where mutual love and respect abound, where trust and transparency live true, and where the power of being together is stronger than being alone. Sometimes the path of one may not be the path of the other – the grace in knowing translates into kindness when going.

One of my favourite quotes from Rumi is, “The quieter you become the more you are able to hear.”

What do you hear during your quiet time? What is your heart saying?