Sunday, May 21, 2017

The Sigh


Sighing and weaseling away the time
like woodpeckers devouring the slime
from bugs running here and there
to feed their young in a hidden lair.

There's not much time left for this old gal
who bonds with nature and makes it her pal.
'tis too much trouble to tell all the facts,
because it's ho-hum and leaves no tracks.

Swish, swirl and dream through the night
of a brighter day and a better sight.
No dream suffices, I soon discover,
as I lay glued with my latest lover.

All fades and dies in the next dire dream
'til I finally realize I'm not what I seem.
This girl was thinking that soon she'll die.
The Son of God can only sigh.


Janet Spiller
May 20th, 2017
8 minute writing exercise.

Wednesday, May 3, 2017

Time to sleep

Time to sleep


A watch, a pen and paper here
to write a poem for you my dear.
But I am here with thoughts unclear.
Can we just go to sleep?

The snow came down. The rain came too.
I worried that the plants might die.
But Mother Nature takes care of you.
So we can go to sleep.

I guess my fingers can hold this pen,
but brain and eyes don't want to work.
The silence calls to me again,
Let go and enjoy sleep!”

Who plays the game with human beings
that write and think as best they can?
I like the quiet of pleasant dreams,
while I disappear in sleep.

Janet Spiller
April 28th, 2017
8 minute writing exercise

Thursday, April 20, 2017

Bereft


It seems a change has now occurred
'cause sound and sight annoy my soul.
To write now seems to be absurd.
I wonder what can be the goal?


I want to go to bed and sleep.
Yet sleep brings dreams that feel like hell.
I say okay to God and yet
He tells me nothing, so I yell


at all the craziness of this.
Has nature shifted into the bliss
of doing nothing and being no where.
Without my body, am I holy air?


I look below. What do I see?
No reason to be here. No me.
My eye sight's going. My ears hate sound.
Help Holy Spirit I need to be found.


I feel bereft.


Janet Spiller
8 minute writing exercise
Good Friday
April 14th, 2017

Saturday, April 8, 2017

Goodbye


It's one of those days when thoughts whip around.
They come and they go and don't make a sound.
Perhaps they are waiting for you and for me
to brighten this planet with thoughts that are free.


I'd like to be driven to mountains up high
where eagles are flying, but never know why
their job is to gather a snail or a goat
to feed there dear youngsters before they emote


a life of there own and be on their way
to worlds far beyond those stars that say
there's nothing on earth to keep you here,
only crisis and worries all bathing in fear.


I hope that you get that all thoughts can't endure
for changes occur like the seasons each year.
First cold, then springy, then here comes the heat.
You swelter and struggle as you try to beat


the sun's heavy blazing through clouds up above.
Until you go swimming with your only true love.
I guess that these thoughts may show you the way.
There's nothing to tell you. There's nothing to say

except

goodbye.


Janet Spiller
8 minute writing exercise
April 7th, 2017

Sunday, April 2, 2017

Trust

Trust


Trusting Him to raise me up.
Jesus is walking everywhere.
Letting go of knowing a thing.
I'm trusting Him without a care.
No ones guilty, not you nor me.
Nothing's going to harm we three.


I love the freedom of loving You,
beyond the judgment of false or true,
of good or bad,
of happy or sad.
No guilt or doubt invades my heart.
My mind is clear and not apart,
from trusting You, my Heavenly home.


Beyond dark clouds of sinful thoughts, lies the Truth of all there is.
My dream of sin and separation fades away like champagne fizz.


Let's go within and see the Light that shines on all today.
Holy Spirit let us know that we only need to pray
and trust You.
Amen.


Janet Spiller
8 minute writing exercise

Meaningless Chatter

Meaningless Chatter


I didn't really listen, 'cause nothing meant a thing.
Yet when I close my eyes, I find that I am smiling.

They're all alive and sprightly – enthusiasm roars.
As each one adds their story of here and distant shores.
I seem to be in dreamland, where nothings left to say.
I guess I'll give no meaning to all that's said today.

Without a certain meaning attached to every word.
The sounds of humans talking does really sound absurd.
If they weren’t speaking English, but words were all in Greek,
would we still laugh and cry, not knowing what they speak.

I listen and I wonder if I'm belonging here
for silence, with its emptiness, shows me I'm everywhere.


Janet Spiller
January 6th, 2017
8 minute writing class

Saturday, April 1, 2017


The Truth


I need to feel the arc of Love
caressing me from God above
that holds the Truth in its embrace
that brings a smile to my somber face.


Sometimes I think I'm bound to be
a leaf that dangles from a tree
holding on to the Source of faith,
yet letting go to the wind's embrace.


I drift to the heavens where I can fly.
Or fall to the earth where I crinkle and die.
Perhaps as earth I'll nurture you
as you plant your flowers in my loving hue.


I'd like to be water, so I can flow
to dreams beyond this; beyond 'I don't know'.
So wet I seem to slosh and sleet
like little toads beneath your feet.


All thoughts of Truth are not from me.
They come from God where I am free
to make up stories like this you see.
So 'bye for now 'cause this can't be
the Truth.


Janet E. Spiller
Writing Class
March 24th, 2017
 

Saturday, March 4, 2017


Nothingness


I didn't want to do it.
Whatever It now was.
I'm tired of thinking up words
or writing down each clause.

Perhaps you'll help me pass
this time for this or that,
for sleeping now in class
would soon emit a slap.

I want to be inspired
to live a life of joy
to love each moment passing
to play with each new toy.

I asked for time to write this,
though goodness know not why.
This earth has gone past pleasure
for poems that make you fly.

Past now and into future
cravings for all that's new,
which ask you for God's Blessings
to bring a different hew

of realms beyond each fancy
for anything in this world.
Beyond all time and space
may Spirit be unfurled

in to nothingness.


Janet Spiller
March 3rd, 2017
8 minute writing exercise
 

Wednesday, February 1, 2017

Reflections on a special relationship

You appear at the door.
Your brown eyes meet mine.
I might hug you once more,
but you often decline.

You look me all over -
hair, dress, shoes submit
to the search of my rover,
Is this good, does that fit?”

You comb through my clothes
to find something bright -
some silky pants – some hose
- a blouse that's just right.

Have you washed yourself thoroughly?
Are all the doors locked?
(He checks the stove worriedly).
Is there something you forgot?

Now triple-check the door
and whose car shall we take?
Have you money galore?
Try to stay wide awake!

I ask,”Where are we going?
What will we do?”
These questions are annoying,
so I stay silent too.

He says, “Why don't you talk to me?
Why don't you ask me questions?
Don't you want me to be free?
Your disinterest brings reservations.”

Why do you always. . ?
Why don't you ever. . .?
No one behaves like you.
If you were someone else, I would never . .”

I'm uptight.
Nothing's right.
I'm not O.K.
He's not O.K.

Silence, pain, anger, despair.
What really happened?
Does anyone care?

Janet Spiller
September 13th, 1975





Cher Papa . . . a note with a “pressie”

It's been quite a while
since I wrote a rhyme.
I can only smile
at the topic this time.

These socks are for you.
I give you three.
Some tissue too.
(I got that free!)

Red, black and tan
to meet most needs
of an Englishman
who does good deeds.

Red is for racy,
the times you zoom out
and do something crazy
and give a great shout!

Here I am world
I'm not dead yet.
My spirit's unfurled
and I'm out to get.”

Tan is so quiet,
a ho-hum shade.
It won't cause a riot,
nor woo a young maid.

Black is quite formal
and denotes an occasion
like going to church,
or fiddling an Asian.

And so these great socks
were meant just for you
to enjoy “on the rocks”
and make dreams come true.
Love you, Janet, 1960

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Timeless Dreamer


In consciousness a thought arises.
Do not follow or you're in for surprises.
Thoughts come and go by themselves you see.
To pursue them imprisons both you and me.

Follow not sensations in body or mind,
as there's nothing to do or undo or find.
Simply you're here and discovering peace.
Don't touch the past, then the future will cease.

Nothing to change or create in the now.
Becoming is over, you're breathing somehow.
Aware of your senses and fully awake,
you're unattached for goodness sake.

With nothing to control; awareness expands
beyond any boundaries to effortless lands,
where nothing disturbs you, there is no ban,
for the Presence of “I am” says “Yes” I can

be One with all things, here or afar.
Without a belief, or opinion or star
to guide you through time and space today,
you're One with your Father, there's nothing to say.

Faceless, deathless, ever-fresh -
in silence and stillness together you mesh.
Fully alive being neutral you see
there's nothing to change, so you can just be.

Ever-present, unchanging, uncreated core,
awakening, happening, breath dissolves all.
Limitless, effortless, a formless Being.
A timeless Dreamer in an infinite dream
of Light.


Janet Spiller
January 9th, 2017

Thursday, January 12, 2017

What are you?


It is enough to be your true Self
to smile and to shine as you sit on the shelf.
You don't need a purpose or to speak a word.
The sense of “I am” is real, not absurd.


There's nothing to do or undo or expect.
Don't touch a thought of success or regret.
Whatever comes is observed by you.
No boundaries, no effect, no waiting, no clue.


Your sense of Presence, with lack of ego
is guided by Being, beyond time's show.
Your mind is neutral, there's nothing to get.
No person with stories with a future and yet,


Unchanging, uncreated, with life force expressing,
nothing to hold on to, just Oneness of Being
dissolving plans, attachments and needs.
Neither strength, nor weakness and now you are freed.


All perceiving is perceived by the immeasurable One
coming into full realization that you are God's Son.


Janet Spiller
January 11th, 2017