Lingers

…the lingering memories
The energy…vibrant
Breathing in slowly
…deeply…essence
Intoxicating…
Touching, tracing…
tasting. Imprinted
in totality…
It lingers.

Pete Ibbertson
7 September 2013

Awash

The sea foams…rises up…recedes…
Taking away from the beach sands
Walking bare footed along
Footprints taken too
It cleanses my mind…thoughts stilled
the jumble of noise quietens
The answers are within
The questions already answered
Take a moment; be mindful
in the moment…being…and allowing
the emptiness to become silent.

The sea foams…like a washing machine
Swirling around with the ebb of the tide
Dragging back all that it catches
Strangely it is soothing in its roughness
The danger of being swept back out
with the other debris…as if knowing
the peace that is felt within…the strength
that grows with every drag in and out of the waves.
It is a rhythm…it has its own pace and sounds
that moderates thoughts and heartbeats…
until no more is heard.

The sea foams…it hears my thoughts
It takes them from me
Releases the fears

Clarity is found in those moments
Fleeting rare; a gift
From the ocean’s depths

The sea foams…
Leaving the beach; awash

Pete Ibbertson
6 August 2013

A Quiet Contemplation

…a quiet contemplation
The meaning of life
Does it require meaning?
When much of our life is
Spent working, eating, sleeping
….with love if one is blessed
Is this the test…inhabiting this shell
We move…sometimes clumsily…
Sometimes with grace…
Through the years
Exploring…new places…people
Some we fall in love with…others no…
Not many of us follow our passions
Caught in the cycle of money…of having things…
We forget the true worth…the immeasurable value
Of our Being…alone…with others…lovers…friends…
Enjoying Gaia’s gifts to us…this earth, this ocean…
Cloaked by the Universe beyond…
So…does life require meaning…
I believe so…it is found within
There is no wrong answer…

…live LIFE with LOVE & GRATITUDE

Pete Ibbertson
18 July 2013

Cycle of Life

We gather in the morning mist
Silence filling the air…heavy laden
with thoughts unspoken for fear…
Fear; freezes the most open of minds
to withdraw from chance

We walk together as the mist rises
Neither a murmur spoken; the chill
remaining, clinging to our strides.
A chill; freezing our hearts, encasing
them in ice…away from risks

We walk…parting company as the
path divides. A glance, eyes locked
No words spoken, except the silent
goodbyes…our paths taking us on new
journeys…separately seeking
Adventures anew…the mist rises

Clear skies ahead as I walk my path
The warmth melting the ice
around my heart
The eyes smiling as the mind frees
Opportunities abound
Take a chance…take a risk…
Cycle of life continues…

Pete Ibbertson
2 July 2013

What Do You See?

What do you see
When you look at me
When you look at our photos
When you stare at the screen

Do you see me
The child, the boi, the woman
The philosopher, romantic
Mooshy git, kind loving soul?

Do you glance away
As the depths are too raw
Too intense, the risks attached
Too dangerous for your heart
Too much…

What do you see
…and will you ever tell me?

~ Pete Ibbertson
22 June 2013

Solo

“Being solo…avoids the BS…the words that are not said, the truth of all that is unspoken but known, ha the drama…still “loving fearlessly” is my heart, my soul; I shall continue to be open to whoever walks in & touches my heart; to risk…for new friendships are made; those deep friendships that may otherwise allude you…and that is priceless…”

Pete Ibbertson
11 June 2013

Reality of Life

It happens…rarely, fleetingly.
Deep in thought;you walk by…
barely acknowledging those around you.
Your face gives little away…except to
a few that have found a crack…
The turmoil in your mind…
Frighteningly evident.

You reach out to few
Shouldering all yourself
Standing alone…as you believe
is the only way
I watch from a distance
Wanting to reach out
Knowingly…I shake my head

Friendships bloom
In circumstances least
favourable; such times
when distractions are
helpful…aye they often
become long lasting

Time…choices made…external
impacts of other’s lives
Decisions made oft not
of own desires…life is
too short to follow what
has come before; what has always been
is not always what is right “in the now”.

Chances must be taken to really live
Risks they may be; without doing so
how will you ever know…desires,
passion…listen to what is in your heart.
The “feelings” are real.

You know my mantra…
loving fearlessly is not for
the faint hearted…to be
exposed willingly…
to be open for the
enivitable wounds
being reopened
Rips and tears barely healed
Stitches and scars torn open

…patched up…move on
shoulder all that life
throws alone…may be
that is for the best…the
REALITY of LIFE

Pete Ibbertson
11 June 2013