Poemflowers

I'm a lyricist and poet, and have discovered the delights of the digital camera. Here is a bouquet of words and images from my heart to yours. All poems and photos © Candy Paull
Candy


The Chinese word for happiness means: open heart

The mark of your ignorance is the depth of your belief in injustice and tragedy. What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly.
Richard Bach
Two chemicals called actin and myosin evolved eons ago to allow the muscles in insect wings to contract and relax. Thus, insects learned to fly… The same two proteins are responsible for the beating of the human heart… In our hearts, we feel the impulse to fly, to break free of boundaries. Isn’t that the same impulse nature expressed when insects began to take flight?
Deepak Chopra

My Heart Has Wings

Contraction, expansion
Closing, opening
The muscles of the heart contract
Then they relax and expand
Actin and myosin
Unseen chemistry in action
Dance of life
Close, open
Contract, expand
Beat like wings in my breast
Like arms spreading
Opening to embrace life
As if in flight
The same chemistry
Is in the wings
Of a butterfly
What was once a caterpillar
Earthbound
Becomes a winged creature
Able to fly
When the butterfly launches
Into the blue sky
So do I
Because my heart has wings


Shadows of Spring ©Candy Paull

Shadows of Spring ©Candy Paull

I know the truth about myself.
The truth is: I am a child of God,
a reflection of God’s nature,
a place in this world
where God expresses
through my thoughts, words, and creative action.
When I focus on the sense of God’s Presence
within the very core of my being
I am focusing on all the love, 
harmony, beauty, order, peace, joy, and plenitude 
that is the nature of God.
All of that love, 
harmony, beauty, order, peace, joy, and plenitude 
becomes mine in power and ease.
Because the power of God is greater 
than all my fears, doubts, and resistance, 
this perfect plenitude flows in, through, and around me.
As a light turned on chases shadows and darkness away,
so all my illusions of poverty, lack, fear, and self-condemnation
dissipate in the warm light of God’s love.
God within me is the mirror that reflects my true nature.
Circumstances change and conditions come and go.
But the Radiant Reality of God’s presence within my heart
illumines my life
and shows me the truth about myself.
I am one with God, 
a beloved child of God.


Pirate Roses ©Candy Paull

Pirate Roses ©Candy Paull

I'm a writer
And writers always
End up turning straw to gold
Making something
Out of horrible nothing
Or sweet unevenness
We write the fairy tales
That give meaning to life
And search for more meaning
Beyond the fairy tales
I'm a writer
Spinning straw to gold
Turning the clock back 
Or making it run forward
At the point of a pen 
And so
Even though
I see an overwhelming pile of straw
One day
I'll see a mountain of gold


I wrote this lyric a couple of years ago. It was inspired by belly dance (I adore the way a silk veil moves like liquid fire) and by experiences with group movement in Interplay. The photo was taken last Friday when I had an amazing session with golden Safari roses, a few props, and the glorious sun shining down through my skylight. I call the series Prayer Roses. They look like what prayer feels like.


Golden Veil Prayer Rose ©Candy Paull

Golden Veil Prayer Rose ©Candy Paull

Behind the Veil

verse 1 
I look into your eyes
Deep pools of eternity
Beyond illusions of this earth
I see a greater reality
Another world is smiling at me

chorus 
Behind the veil
Each dancer dances
Behind the veil
Beyond the dreams and trances
We release what fades and dies
Embracing our eternal lives
And catch a glimpse of a love that does not fail
When we learn to see behind the veil

verse 2 
This body is a veil
There’s more here than what we see
Eyes like mirrors reflecting truth
Time dancing with eternity
And I see heaven smile at me

chorus repeat

bridge 
Now we see through a glass darkly
One day face to face
Till then we can dance with each other
Touch the joy and feel the grace

chorus repeat

© Candy Paull 2009


The Promise of Spring ©Candy Paull

The Promise of Spring ©Candy Paull

The Fullness of Time

Verse 1
A green apple picked too soon
Tastes sour and hard
Trying to squeeze love out of life
Brings pain to the heart
In God’s good time the fruit will grow
In rain and wind and sun
And when the heart is ready
The Beloved one will come

Chorus
In the fullness of time
The harvest arrives
When love is ready
And the fruit is ripe
I’ve been waiting for you
All my life
Now the season of love has come
In the fullness of time

Verse 2
I used to try so hard to
Make my dreams come true
Wanting to squeeze love out of life
To pluck the bitter fruit
In God’s good time you made me glad
I taught my heart to wait
And when we were both ready
Love brought us to today

repeat chorus

tag
Rooted in the Presence and peace of God
At long last ready for the fullness of love

© 1999/009 Candy Paull


Calla Fire ©Candy Paull 

Calla Fire ©Candy Paull 

Children of the War

I've seen them laugh
But never without sadness in their eyes
I've seen them smile
But there's a crying child inside
They can't trust anybody
They can't let down their guard
For love has betrayed them
And wounded their hearts

Children of the war
Victims of our crimes
Caught in the middle of our fights
To prove who's wrong or right
Oh yes
They once believed our lies
But not any more
Cause they're children of the war

I've seen divorce
And swore it would never happen to us
But when we fight
Who's left to pick the pieces up
How we hurt our children
Who don't understand our war
For we have betrayed them
They carry our scars

Children of the war
Victims of our crimes
Caught in the middle of our fights
To prove who's wrong or right
Oh yes
They once believed our lies
But not any more
Cause they're children of the war

The angry voice
The slamming door
There's no peace
For little ones any more
© 1993 Candy Paull


Yellow Poems ©Candy Paull

Yellow Poems ©Candy Paull

Poet

Now I know who I am
Poet
Composing conversations
To the eternal and the earth
Odes to sun, sky, sea
Dawn, dusk, clouds that move like shadows
Over the land
Singer, poet
Not blue collar talk
But poet's dreams
Not common sense
But communion
A craftsman with words
Yet more than craft
A scholar of ideas
Yet more than teaching
Poet
Catches glimpses of eternity
In time and space
Like shooting stars
Caught in the hand
And brought down to earth
Shaped into a
Poem