Connection

You spread fire in my mind

You are like a cascading wave of feeling

I wait breathless for your spirit to move

Your being washes over my body

And I live as never before

My body visibly trembles

I become child-like, a silly girl

Yet I am a woman

We met aeons ago, you and I

And were lost to each other

In some other space, time or place

We meet once more and are fused.

Together we do not need to see,

To perceive, to be.

We are one spirit entwined.

You touch! I touch!

Feel me as you come upon me!

The part of me that is ecstasy,

Molten, awake , alive.

Hard, smooth, infinite.

We embrace like lovers

Desperately trying to join their ecstasies

Into a single transcendence.

But we are not like them!

We are not doomed to enjoy in solitude

Sensations and feelings

With insight we go into the arena of thought!

Nothing is hidden.

We belong to the mutually exclusive realms of experience.

Trembling perpetually on the verge of the

Ultimate sensation,

Quivering under the pressure, the miracle.

Moment by moment of naked existence

Nothing more nothing less…

Than by some unspoken self-evident paradox.

I lie with my eyes shut

Looking at the visions and landscapes

That you paint for me

Fabulously lovely, wonderfully beautiful.

My pure being,

A bundle of perpetual, pulsating ,unique particles

Meshed by the ebb and repeated flow

From beauty to hightened beauty.

My vision sat chit ananda,

Being-Awareness-Bliss.

For the first time I understand.

Place and distance cease.

The mind does its perceiving

In turns of intensity of existence,

Not concerned of time and space.

Space is still there but it has lost its predominance.

We are all being!

All meaning………..All love!!!!!!

By Marion Goodfellow 1999.

Over and Done

Into the fires flaming flashes

I’ve hurled all hopes of your world

There where mad foolish thoughts in those letters

It felt good as they crisped and curled

All that is left are dead ashes

Promises far better retracted  returned

It is done in the fires glowing embers

Where all hopes and dreams where cast

I burned up the heart too that remembers

And the treasures of our beautiful past

Do you think in this last reckless action?

To ruthlessly burn and destroy

The moments of craved passion

The dreams that where drunken with joy

Can you really burn up the rapture of kisses?

That flashed from my heart to my soul

Or my heart that grow sick for lost bliss’s

 In spite of my strength My control

Can I really destroy the touch of your fingers?

That thrilled through each pulse and vein

Or the sound of your voice that still lingers

And hurts with it haunting refrain

It is done the drama has ended

Almost as quick as it began

You put the light out, Darkness descended

And with a strange restless pain in our being

That is all that is left of the kindling

And a restless pain in our being

In the darkness all anguish and weeping

EMMA

Beautiful and Patient

Your name an irresistible, fascination

Your simplicity

Exquisitely, incomprehensible to me

It stirs the deep fibers of my being

 Memories of you are my diary… NO WEIGHT!!!!

Pretty child remember

 Do not be in any great Hast

Bend when the wind blows round you

Shelter when the storm gives chase

Follow always the rainbows that follow

And do this all with grace

You a mere girl on the threshold

Me a crone on the edge

Both must make light of this world’s laughter

A laugh more tragic than tears

What you don’t know I have witnessed

Take courage my beautiful child

Stand up where I have remained seated

 Remember to hold on to love and its treasures

It transcends and consoles us all

Takes memories and unfolds them makes us whole and together once more

Marion goodfellow 2003

JAMES

You have grow since last I saw you

Blinded by tears, removed from my vision

Like the blind searching for form

My image like there’s is stinted

Stuck in the darkness forlorn

Time moves on my treasure each moment becomes a race

A young man now fills my boys place

Although desperate to see you

 Clouds gather storms gives me chase

There’s one thing that blindness can’t alter

Feelings and thoughts love remains

A tiny space within you

 Will always bear my name

Your part of my pool called belonging

Go on with your life stand tall

Of you my darling grandson I am proudest of them all 

      Marion Goodfellow 2003

HANDLE WITH CARE

 Hand in hand along life’s road.

That’s the way we are told

 I hold out my hand and he his

But alas they never meet

Long enough to be complete

So walk the path alone they say

 Give love a chance another day

What chance have we in this world of self care

To blend and blossom take time and share

All is not lost I hear them say

 Every dog has its day

Is that it the only power?

 The animal within has the hour

I do not wish to be so unleashed

I would rather have the inner peace

So I hold out my hand and spirits there

Willing to work willing to share

Making me tremble at there power

Using my mind making it flower

Helping others to see the other part that’s me

I hold my breath, there here you know

 Allowing me to let you see the promise that’s eternity

Marion goodfellow nee Alexander 1967

FLIGHT

When you see a bird in flight

You see something very special

The purity and silence of nature

The dazzling blue of the sky

And the rough earth beneath

Mysterious forests in its plum

The rhythm of light in its path

Perhaps if you look you can see even deeper

Into the collective memory of man kind

To where the human soul is bird like and moves freely on its dream path

Where our world is created

And the auguries of fate are read in the beating of a wing

If you are careful you may well see yourself

Marion goodfellow 1986