Real Time

Can I share
a simple 
moment's grace..

embrace
the essence
of your face..

feel a presence
close to mine

in real time..

escape
this souless
virtual space. 


Poem & Painting by Mairi

The hysteria about the outage of some Social Media yesterday, brought to mind the above poem. I wrote it last year during one of the prolonged ‘lockdowns’ we had here in Scotland.

Social Media and Virtual Meetings can never be a substitute for real human interaction, and real human touch. Letโ€™s never lose sight of our need for physical connections, and the giving and receiving of actual physical acts of loving kindness. Social Media can create amplified and inauthentic caring, and a sense of self goodness… at the simple touch of a button.

Please feel free to share yor thoughts ๐Ÿ’™.

Truth

The truth
is always there
universalย and eternal..

a fleeting glimpse
without a sound;
a sudden flash
pounding you

shaking you
awake..

the truth
is always there..

concealed
or revealed.


Poem by Mairi
Artwork - Flammarion engraving

I’ve always been intrigued by the Flammarion engraving above, and the mystery behind it. There are several theories about its origin and meaning, but nothing conclusive has ever really been established.

For me personally, I like to think of it as someone breaking through the illusion of existence after a long journey…and some kind of long searched for truth being revealed.

Feel free to share your thoughts ๐Ÿ’™.

Be Still..

These beautiful words by T.S. Eliot always speak directly to my soul, and bring me stillness and peace when I find myself fighting against myself and the Universe; in vain attempts to control situations. I particulary gain comfort from the line ‘Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought’. Such a beautiful truth ๐Ÿ’™

I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.

T.S. Eliot
from the Poem East Cocker 

Painting by Mairi