Saturday, June 30, 2012

Vibration is the song of life

 Oil on Canvas, Africa landscape, Roslyn Ross, 2012

Vibration is the song of life,
a dance of sound unheard,
the harmony of spheres;
and source revealed as word.

Thursday, June 28, 2012


From love to hate and back again,
from cold to hot, or wet to dry,
the rhythm stays the same;
the cosmic laws demand that each
will share the correspondence.
From one side to the other,
the spectrum reaches wide,
and yet at core,  there is no difference,
as life is brought to being
and expressed in different ways.

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

The song of life

The song of life is playing
through you and me and air,
through rock and bird and universe,
in rhythmic, perfect sound.
It sings itself so beautifully,
that all does come to be,
in perfect, sure reality;
from notes we cannot hear.
And yet we feel it's movement,
vibrations soar through time,
as all is made material;
the world we know does rise.

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Complexity of Self

The hermit's house, Oil on Canvas, 2012 Roslyn Ross.

The characters will gather,
To offer up their words,
Advice, instructions, warnings
Through hours and days and years.
They talk to me and I talk back,
The conversation runs,
Through light and dark complexity,
With all my inner Selves.
It’s like another family,
But one which lives within,
Where some I like and some I don’t,
And some are hardly known.
But in this world of cosmic law,
It hardly can surprise,
For as above is so below
And without is found within.
The more we reach consensus,
The better it all works,
But as with all I find without,
Sometimes the hermit calls.
Yet there is no escaping
This complex world of mind,
For where I go, so too do they
And we must work as one.

Monday, June 25, 2012

Our thoughts

We think our thoughts are things
which hover in our minds,
not realising they have power
which impacts on our lives.
A thought is energy unfurled,
vibration, force and touch,
which influences who we are,
our bodies, minds and hearts.
Not only that the power of thought,
will reach beyond our minds,
to touch all that makes up our world;
creates, destroys, refines.
No trivial thing is any thought,
sourced in cosmic laws,
which gaurantee that it will bring,
some change, both big or small.

Saturday, June 23, 2012

Learning and teaching

The fires of life burn brightly,
and we seek to pass them on,
to teach our children all we know,
to help them on their way.
And yet within our deepest core,
there lives a truth forgotten,
that children learn from who we are,
not what we say to them.
They soak in psychic constancy,
from first breath to the last,
the open and the hidden truths;
bright light and deepest dark.
If we are sourced in love and joy,
for body, Self and Soul,
then all we offer up as gifts
will guide them on their way.
For only when we love ourselves,
can we in honour walk
and can our children see the path;
through actions, not through talk.

Friday, June 22, 2012

The tap of dream

The tap of dream, the touch of word
the image drawn on day,
are ways the angels speak to us,
synchronicity displayed. 
For everything which happens,
each picture, sound or touch,
has meaning and is calling us,
to who we're meant to be.
The soul speaks slow in symbol,
through eye and ear and skin,
a language of our bodies
and the world in which we live.

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Feeling fear

There is the feeling I call fear
and yet it is the same
as that we call excitement;
just by another name.
The body knows no difference,
it is the mind which makes
a story as to what it means;
one I can choose to change.

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Pull yourself together

Pull yourself together,
they said.
As if I were yarn
falling apart
through time
and wear;
needing no more
than a stitch
and a tug
to make it all
neat and
So I did.
But behind
what they saw,
the loops
were always,
a little looser;
holding their
own truth,
revealing their
own pattern,
for anyone
who cared
to look closely,
and beyond. 

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Mastery of self

The only lesson
 to be learned
is mastery of self,
not conquering
or killing off
the ego or
our thoughts,
but being in
the moment,
no matter what
may be
and holding
to the sure, calm
ground of Now
and all it brings.
This mastery is
but a skill,
where we
observe and feel,
the being
sourced in Self
and Soul,
the truth of Life

Monday, June 11, 2012


A man who was very astute
could not see he was being a brute,
for his faith in his mind
was so sure all the time,
that he knew not his own inner truth.

Saturday, June 9, 2012

We dance the steps eternal

We dance the steps eternal
of cosmic consciousness,
remembering the pattern;
the rhythm of our lives.
The waltz of worlds continues,
without and still within,
as galaxies are born and die,
through universe and Self.
The song is sipped so silently,
in measured minuet,
as notes and tones creatively,
hold hands, in endless birth.
As above then so below,
the ancients taught us true,
for life has written in its heart,
the dream of you and me.

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

I spent my time

Lake Eyre, Watercolour, Roslyn Ross, 2012

I spent my time on pondering
the meaning of it all,
and found that life grew richer
when purpose could be found.

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

We love bad news

Jungle, Oil on Canvas, Roslyn Ross, 2012

We love bad news,
we really must,
if what we see and hear
reflects our true desires;
reveals our inner fears.
There are two ways
to 'see' a thing,
or maybe even more,
and yet we lean
toward the bad;
let misery be drawn.
A glass half full,
or glass half gone,
is always on display,
so why believe in loss
when we can opt for gain?
Energy will follow thought,
and we create our world,
through what we think
and we believe,
and what we say unfolds.

Monday, June 4, 2012

The rules

The world abounds  in countless rules,
in shoulds and musts, demands,
which seek  to keep us safe and sure
and play the game of mind. 
And yet there is no certainty,
no place which can be held,
as absolute and gauranteed;
just life as it unfurls. 
We waste our time demanding,
 that things are writ in stone,
for all  is just unfolding,
and change still rules our world.

Sunday, June 3, 2012

Eternal symphony

Eternal symphony of life
the Sun draws in and out,
plucks upon the play of time,
to bring it all to birth.

Saturday, June 2, 2012

A breath away

The world is but a breath away
From all that it might be,
And I am but a breath away
From all I know as me.

To trust the process

To be able
 to trust
the process,
to embrace,
what appears
as the now,
is the only
way that we
become who
we are meant
 to be.

Friday, June 1, 2012

I found my way to me

In years of slow becoming,
I found my way to me,
And laughed when in the moment,
I knew I’d always been.

When I have reached

I tell myself
when I have reached
a place I call
or good, or safe,
or better,
then all will be
And yet there is
no place like this,
no perfect goal
to reach,
just moments
on the path,
as life evolves
as me.