! ! Real Life Is Free Poem by Bob Blackwell
! ! Real Life Is Free
Beauty of my garden shows me that real life is free,
its colour calls out please, please stop to look at me.
I hear the wind rush through the shrubs and trees, my
music playing soft, a robins song, all sounds of silence.
To complete this sincere and peaceful picture, my
dogs, Harry sleeps beside my feet, Sparky’s half awake,
his eyes half closed, he waits, expectantly he listens,
for he lives by sounds, and reacts to those unknown.
The grass is an emerald green speckled gold by lovely
windblown yellow flowers, scattered here and there.
My cats Dozy and Iley curled up asleep upon a chair,
eyes shut tight, ears awake, tail still, they wait for dusk.
Wind blows louder, rushing, brushing trees
Music plays on its melody of love, I am relaxed
enjoying present moments, knowing life is now,
not what is promised or news reported.
Strife is everywhere, floods, hurricanes and wars,
but I do not grasp, I do not hold on to news, and cry.
I’d rather treat it with concern, help another if I can,
give a part of me to aid, assist to make things right.
Today people driven by greed for many things,
chase devils in our shopping malls and stores.
Searching, grabbing, wanting one thing, then another.
Instead of living now, they greed for many things.
They build castles to contain these many, many things,
not palaces to hold the dreams that would enable
them to see this world of ours for what it really is.
They cannot hear the wind or see the beauty all around.
They are blind, driven by the ego they worship.
Unseen the blue sky, white fluffy clouds, warming sun.
They should be lying still taking in warm air,
breathing in happiness with each breath,
and exhaling all those wanton thoughts away.
This is the way to achieve a better way of life.
Relax be still, no thoughts of what life was,
or wanting feelings for a future happy life.
The now is now and now is all the life we have,
so enjoy and do not grasp this moment, but
just live each moment as they come.
The music is louder now, strains of beauty
softly flow around me, each note lifts me up, then
slowly I descend, each note a moment to enjoy.
This is life, the wind still blowing soft now,
helps the yellow flower petals multiply upon
the grass so green, this really is a lovely scene.
Breathe in breathe out, taste the air, inhale life.
Now no wants desires, just live your life in peace.
If all do this, what a world of love this would become.
Shadow of a kite with yellow bill flies slowly by,
moving over yellow speckled lawn in search of prey.
All this just another sign of life and how we all
intermingled become a part of one big Shams.
It grows quieter now, the wind has dropped,
now it only whispers through the trees.
I hear the robins call, a petal fall, the music soften,
and I reflect once more how I listen in the stillness
to my one true self, with no noisy wants to spoil
this life of peace. I am sure real life is free.
a true write on real life........we have to immensely get the joyous imbibed in us........... thank you for yur kind sharing.
This is the way to achieve a better way of life. Relax be still, no thoughts of what life was, or wanting feelings for a future happy life. The now is now and now is all the life we have, so enjoy and do not grasp this moment, but just live each moment as they come.......................Wonderful Lines..........Think not of morrow for morrow will take care of itself................Christ...........Good Write...
And yet how rich you are to be so in tune with the music of the spheres. May the invaluable gifts of peace and contentment always be yours. And may your muse never desert you. Lovely work. Warm regards, Sandra
Bob, there is life in peace.and only if we listen to our hearts.Words of wisdom you beautifully shared here with us, words of love gently flows into my heart, as your character shows what a beautiful person God created in you.I am so blessed i have found you...and now i can truly say..that real life is free..thanks for this great and divine insight. Hugs from here, Meggie
THIS MATERIALISTIC WORLD AND OUR GREED HAS MADE US BLIND TO THE BEAUTY OF THINGS AROUND! THE FULL MOON NIGHT, THE NIGHT SKY, THE RAINBOW, THE FLOWERS, -MUSIC AND POETRY! HERE THERE IS A CRAZE FOR IMPORTED THINGS! IT BECOMES MORE ATTRACTIVE THE COSTLIER IT IS! ! 10 + Yes I have heard Garner's and Brubeck's piano play, they are simply great I must say! - Raj
Bob, I see your soul shine through this lovely poem. you said it ' real life is free' andI couldn't agree more. today only after heavy showers at night when i went for a walk, I felt just as you have described. thanks Bob for this wonderful reminder. , Mamta
the poem of many splendour of joy.most beautiful write about man and his need for tranquility and quiet, to rejuvenate him and transfer him to a higher plane for self realisation.bob, the poem is very sweet, yet has a message for all.great write! ritty
You are a master of imagery I could almost hear the music! 10+++
You are a contended and happy man Bob. You have packed this poem with picturesque images and your love of nature shines through. Things you see, many others cannot, and this is your gift, to perceive harmony and beauty and relate it to others in a magnificent poem like this. 10 Karin Anderson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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'I am sure real life is free' - as they say in America 'You had better believe it! ' Thanks for sharing your garden and your peace. Read my 'Oasis'-preferably in your garden! . If its magpies you want I a will send you three for good luck. I have a surplus of them around my house and wood! Your poem is rich in description and therapautic in its message.