CHAPTER NINE Wendy Brady

Determination And The Seeing Stars

by

Wendy Brady

The purpose walk
Your divine glow
Enter the stream
Of wonderment and dream
Become an ideal being, an ideal flow
Lust out your wants, daydream
And decide, more than once
One day at a time, you make it happen
You make it fine
Strength soldiering, you feel like your tiring, behind
Crossroads or not, you don't give up
Find the ocean of deliverance
And smile into its perfect awake
Order more patience
For those times you're late
Everything comes to light
Even the moon in the tranquil night
Follow your willing heart like your imagination's part
Focus on all information, seek extraordinary comfort
And listen to the breath of day
There's nothing worse
Than not knowing, where you're going to lay
Take it to the next level, pitch your pure desires
In inspiration's special way
Think, before your anger spoils the link
Confusion and betrayal can come from self
You can circle back
Study the seeing stars, you missed in your absence
Make that check list; don't forget respect
Every time... your sun won't shine
If you want to make your soul reach the next week
Zero in, give it your last, intriguing burst
Become to all others, a union of charming speech
No negative littleness, no ruining intimacy
Will yourself out of any situation
Know you're unique, passionate appearance
Know what brings us all together, choices
Know you're free to go, sense the changes
On that purpose walk, your absolute, divine show
The purpose walk
Your divine glow
Enter the stream
Of wonderment and dream
Become an ideal being, an ideal flow
Lust out your wants, daydream
And decide, more than once
One day at a time, you make it happen
You make it fine
Strength soldiering, you feel like your tiring, behind
Crossroads or not, you don't give up
Find the ocean of deliverance
And smile into its perfect awake
Order more patience
For those times you're late
Everything comes to light
Even the moon in the tranquil night
Follow your willing heart like your imagination's part
Focus on all information, seek extraordinary comfort
And listen to the breath of day
There's nothing worse
Than not knowing, where you're going to lay
Take it to the next level, pitch your pure desires
In inspiration's special way
Think, before your anger spoils the link
Confusion and betrayal can come from self
You can circle back
Study the seeing stars, you missed in your absence
Make that check list; don't forget respect
Every time... your sun won't shine
If you want to make your soul reach the next week
Zero in, give it your last, intriguing burst
Become to all others, a union of charming speech
No negative littleness, no ruining intimacy
Will yourself out of any situation
Know you're unique, passionate appearance
Know what brings us all together, choices
Know you're free to go, sense the changes
On that purpose walk, your absolute, divine show

 

 

 

DEAR DADDY

By

Wendy Brady

I look at thy Dear Daddy and thy see perfection glow
Oh! Daddy's words of intellect are his creed and show
Deep in Daddy's heart of certainty... is his creative flow
His smile of wisdom lights everyone's eyes overlapping
Daddy's lifelong embrace is like that real tree of grace
His willing design... breathes a love that is hard to find
In all this life, Daddy's peace and amity greatly survives
Daddy imparts on us his secrets and his inner dreams
The wealth of power in thy passionate mind of visualising
He allows us to celebrate thy open world of emotions
Watching and listening to all his stories of beginnings
Pure colours of paradise beauty, in his evening star choice
Awakening thy senses like thy tides breaking moon waves
Oh! daddy's fighting, wholesome, spirit lingers way after dark
I often imagine his breath
Upon thy windowpane like sweet air surprise
Thy candle lit intensity... of his love and how in friendship
it just grows and grows and grows
All I can think of are those parables of bear joy belonging
Belonging... like that pond reflecting life, that sees way beyond
Soft rainbows of caring pulse
At it again like triumphing essence
Oh! Thy praise Daddy renders to all
Is an expression... that stays blessed for sure.

 

SOLITUDE AND PURPOSE

by Wendy Brady

The trees outside are silently dancing
Mother nature in her miracle presence
Wind howling pain, with its own heartbeat gain
Shadows like unknown...magical strangers
His beautiful trust is always remembered
As it is a love of peaceful memory
Like my dreams I miss already
Imagining ol' friends appearing
This solitude cycling like a summer breeze
Tiny footprints...that seem to freeze
Memory lane beckoning the ol' torn heart
Like special things surfacing in the dark
Screaming to thee, take things as they come
Escaping, making a run for the sunshine
Clear light affectionally felt
No need to flee..as eternal slumber, imagines self


HIS VISIT
by Wendy Bradey

He came in the stone still, silence of night
To dream with blossoming spirit and light
It was more than an illusion
As he said "Step with me into paradise's bed"
Holding my heart...in his arms
He yelled "Let us escape from this poverty stricken state"
Where...one doesn't have to worry or hate
But instead, be fulfilled on dignity's grace
In his sweet kisses...eternal embrace
I looked into his perfection, his beautiful face
The roses of love, were ablaze to elate
Beauty flooding so exquisite, time was our fate
Such subtlety in his veins, he knew how to radiantly reign
As if we were awakened...by a gentle blackbird's presence again
He stroked my internal balance with his
Soft was the musical essence of the breeze
As we floated... on the clouds of ecstasy's please


YOU AND ME
Wendy Brady

I sit, pen lit with wonder
Thinking of a memory
Hoping you get a chance to read this
As tears flow... from these moment eyes
Like waking with the break of day
I think of us, in an inspirational way
To write about our love, our life
And not to forget sorrow
I wonder if the road we took was right
My soul stirs up so much delight
And I imagine...our world with light
These struggles are hard to figure
But today, I know we'll be enlightened together
Mainly because this love is real
I know our safe place is somewhere quiet
Maybe in the silence of night
Quietly I sit and hold your invisible hand
Hands so big, heart so full
A friend in darkness, a friend full of thrills
And I thank... all those lucky stars
That float above me
For the pearl...in the gracious oyster
That brought your miracle love to thee
And in the silence of night
When the air is broken by your soul's beauty
I know in my own heart...I will always believe

POPS DEATH BED
by Wendy Brady

Small, wispy, unfed breathes, drawn almost identical

I hold your old man's knuckles, so tightly in my hands

Sometimes you can cling, to real hope... so much that it hurts

Mighty like the time you Pops, chased me, for picking your oranges

Well that large, juicy, pure one... you had your eyes on for yourself

You clench your weak, feeble fingers and try to jerk yourself up

Just so you can study my face, maybe the experience, the love

We are separate, I on the chair, you on the bed, worlds so still

I try to not notice... the ropes that tie you down but your eyes show me

Pops, the pain is too much for me, how could they do that to your freedom

Those nurses seem so lame, as I read... every single one of their names

Seriously...today, I could write a letter to their highest, knowing command

But that would be no use...as you were the one that pulled that gadget out

The one that was helping you pee, gosh! pops it's not your fault either, as taught

I watch your dry, curled up lips, life's no longer kind to you, to your love, your way

That magically journey, once spellbound, has seen its last, official eclipse day

Gran-ma's been running around the wards, visiting all your combined friends

At least she dropped your ironed pyjamas off and kissed your pale cheeks an end

Maybe she's giving us our time together, for our reflections to silently speak

I know you're truly listening Pops and it seems now I'm all quiet, talked out

It's like our favourite, picnic mountain we climbed, is losing its precious sun

Your wrinkles block your smile, the one I used to see when we were having fun

I see your vein's tiredness, as you wriggle your twisted body all over the place

I wish you could take your time, not dying but believing in your once fruitful life

Your broken hips hurt you so, so much, medication doesn't really work enough

I don't know Pops...this is too hard, why isn't Gran-ma here to see our last tears

They fall so slow, on both our faces like a river that froze over, couldn't get to shore

To see the life...they had both once shared, facts, a history wholesomely adored



MAGICAL POWER

 by Wendy Brady

This power to create, is worldly. We all have one chance, all but one, to begin a newness of time. Indeed, so compatible to us that we create waves of excitement within, felt sensually. We feel it, we can feel it like we feel, the ocean's real voice. A voice, at last enthralled.  As pure, as our rain and as pure, as told; day. The sun's immense rays, beginning like laughter's miracle song, belonging again. We chant ourselves along. We succeed in every step. Every step we take turning and turning, breaking our spine alive, believing, here we go, getting a move on; we achieve, cause it happens now. We all have the known intelligence. The push towards it, to use this magical power, we have it at hand. We now believe it.  We believe our worth. We believe our dignity like our feet are all lined up equal.  A world we're in and all our worldliness like we've been given, an extra; day: a great day, a great way; that with appeased oxygen and divine gravity. We understand at last.

That life of forgetfulness, that tough past, that one wrestled with; it has exited. No longer non-beings but original well beings. We now understand, our own precious sky. The reasons why, why, we're here on this, beautiful; loving earth. Our strength, our successes. We know the glow. The glow of earthy, pink cheeks. How to live in this power and know what directs our life. It's always been said, that he, he that asks; receives. In this power we all receive. For we give this power back out to the universe. This power is elite. It talks back, as we breathe. It hungers us on, so amazingly like love and lust, more young.

This power convinces us. Talks to us gentle. In power we all see the outcome from the very start. There's no getting lost.  It is simple it is lasting.  This jaw-opening- power revives us and enables us. Show's us different things. It shows us at dusk, at dawn, glimpses and more. Different to what we're used to. The good things, that relieve, especially our lives. Suddenly, we're standing tall, hardily unafraid of shadows anymore. No more losses, all those, cross crying faces, tearing up frustrations; long: all gone.  All of them, are now appointed with dignity declared. So life-determining, filled with change, like a human song playing without the shame, the blame. Our new thoughts speed up the process. To seek, to foster to get to things.  All these remarkable things, to do with perfection. To want to do, them now; try. It speeds up our feelings, to vibrate as we're needing. Magnificently needing, this time feeds all. Feeds us now a hope, no ordinary hope but a hope that, challenges; us. A hope... so incredible our being sings, within.

 We are no longer, hurt, assaulted, abused, lost, or in danger; no harm: can come to us. Why should we die hungry...No! completely the opposite, we are in charge, in command, in total control but still kind, with our minds soft and wilful. In power we delete the doubt. Instead, all facts are plucked boldly, already approved, accomplished and true. We are instead chosen. There's none of this holding back with the lame excuses. This power rebuilds us with strong directives. To have it all at beck and call. No longer will our tirelessness and our loyalty be in vain. This power of light, of love, of understanding, it ends the pain. It now manifests, along with us. It charges through us like a bolt of electricity. Electricity enlivening so strong. That we can now think anything into existence. Our view of the world forever changing.

A magical and powerful life spell exists. To be grateful there is no resistance. For all that gratitude... is now our possible existence. Just staying on top of it, our new life magnificent. To certainly get everything you wish for, to live well. There's no reason to be surprised with that drawing in breath.  For this power unleashed, this power constant,  this journey is alive. It evolves, it moves forth at a pace, indeed; thrilling. If the power is arousing, then it is, the love, it is introduced. With this power we now eat and think it the power. We beautifully touch also, back with divine vengeance, all our worlds are now proven. And it is always happening, happening to us.

The vision, the power, the vitality, all these magic powers of our new dance. These visions have to be felt. And to know, know exactly, what you're doing at this essential; moment, that felt by you the enforcer. We've always been the chooser, always been the designer. Look back in history, through all the tales and see the legends, this critical energy was like an explosion. The astonishing beauty bought out by this power is brilliant. These crystal thoughts we're all yearning, yearning and yearning, for so much of this, raised; alertness. This is our world, our love, our light and honesty. By being fit in this power and by opening self up, to the wonder, you become; it. Yes! you become the wonder itself. Even when we're sleeping. To know to lay in this power. To do so, to do it all. Our thoughts are dreaming at one with us. Our thoughts, our desires, they're always deeply working.

This power makes us magically in control. In this freedom to choose, we can easily select, for at last we are allowed to, just like our choice, because choice with power; is blessed. No-one can now prey upon our choices, for we are the chosen. With this power we don't need their help. For we already know, this power, our power, it guides and protects. We are now the breath we want to take. We have so much magic energy. No-one can tell us any different, we are one with this power. We can sow time our way, sprinkle it here sprinkle it there.
There's no stopping us. We can reap the fountain of life, the flowing, the waters, the just rewards perfectly alive. Any day we please anytime. Us alive to become, to know, to always be young. Our eyes wide open. Looking, looking out breathlessly. For the first time acknowledging, just seeing, the stars, how many there truly are. The excitement in our veins, ripe and splendidly delicious. The power and the forces are like divine law. They speak to us, correct and perfect, and we are one with it. One with the divine power. We are incredibly whole. We are, whole inside and out, in a real earth. Whole enough to understand how the power works. This power is like our bread of life. We must feed on it. We must always believe in it. For, it blesses us. Continually... it blesses us, with miracles and love. This I am certain.

We read now attuned. Better like new buds. Unbelievably, we feel the universe and all those, around; us. We feel it, we feel the universe speak directly to us, the people speaking too. We know the signs. We know the fears but how quickly, we now know, our own; festive cheer. We can't be kept stupid, or chained. We've got to know, to want this, want it immediately, with our whole entire worlds. To be seen chosen. What are we, if we are not chosen. Chosen to breathe this power with such extreme attention. We must give this power all our effort.  Make our minds up instantly.  We must know our midsummer  mystery elevation.  Born revelation; our elation. Rising up, rising upright, our eyes focused, elevating in this power.

We now know how to erase them fears, all of them. Erase them instantly... with our feelings clear. Our feelings beautifully alive. It doesn't take much effort to put ourselves in Heavenly love. Always attend in this love, predict, its very; strength. Millions walk this earth unseen. Here we are given a name, because of our truth. To be in this love, to feel it all, to salute it and be bound there, so beautifully; alive: brave. Courage will take you far, in this power it is feeling more, more vivacious, more creative. We have the ability to understand our destiny. This is our life. Our power in its fullest, its purest known song. Our life to live. Live preciously happy always. Our happiness makes us popular and strong. Destined together, confident and focused with rare and lasting clarity. It keeps us diehard and young.

Power of our minds is crucial. We live to see this...see it always, lightning sight, our paradise proven. Our air is fresh here.  Our air is light. We can be whoever we like. Go wherever we please.  Changed... with grace alone. With power there is no doubt, none at all. We can travel, visit and instruct our journey. We can be whole again.  Whole like we were born to be. We can become this whole meaning. Our power and us we're chosen. Chosen just, in all we are and all we will be. The first time we heard our laughter. The first time we realized our joy. Our beauty and all our inner strengths. If we do not talk about this.   It's true, we will not know our powers strength. We have a voice now. We have a place of thought to go.  A place so comforted, and so precious that we hear our own breath. This is our love, our love, and a place to breathe.