These words are not my own
Nor are they the human condition
They stem from the all consuming pain
Of worry for the essence of living

Caught in a vortex of energy
There is no escape or survival
The heart pounds fiercely
The breath shallows briefly

The nails of intolerance scratch down the board
Watching the world through the whirlpool
The beauty is glimpsed and seen
Gratitude extends to those that pass by, joyfully unaware

Words that are spoken are heard but not understood
A feeling cannot be transmitted through voice
Cold and alone, spinning and weaving
Waiting for the ride to slow and subside

The canine of darkness is never far away
It sniffs the air awaiting times you are afraid
The smallest of whimpers brings it at a run
Isolated and fearful it extends it’s hug

Can worry and fear be deleted from lives?
Can gratitude lift and bring about healing?
Where is there space to connect with like minds?
Where is the space to be understood and still loved?

Collecting the gifts that this life has been given

  • The plate of vision
  • The crystals of wisdom
  • The light of connection
  • The energy of living

None of these allow escape from emotion
Thinking too much brings about the vortex
Busy and engaged, purposeful and of use
These are the keys to being at one

Being connected and vibrant
Lifting each life up
The answers are few,
The questions are many

There is no end game
It is simply a continuum
Water dissolves the impurities of life
Dissolving the disgrace the humility and disgust

Plunge into the deep
Hit the bottom
Don’t hold tight
Simply ride this spiral

This is your life
Forgive leads to forget
They are not the same
Forgive only yourself

Create the next frame
For each moment on this continuum
Is but a snapshot in time
Consequences echo,without shape, purpose of sign

Stand shoulder to shoulder
Be strong within yourself
You are all that you need to be
The rest will subside

Greetings to the next moment
That has forgotten the last
Cherish each hug
Let it go to grow

Fertilize the Earth
With all that you are
From stardust you burst
To stardust you will one day return.



About R Congues

Funny enough, this blog has become the expression of my hopes, dreams, love and experiences. It came about because of the situation I discovered I was in, and I am delighted to see it grow and heal into something different: I am a parent of two children, one who has experienced severe anxiety that became disabling in all aspects of their life. I am a teacher of Maths, Science and Religious Education with a Masters in Special Needs Education; I am a qualified Reiki master, with a love of art and creative experience. I am not a professional in the fields of psychology or medicine. (If you are interested in these perspectives there are many internet sites to use.) I am simply expressing my experience in my own unique way.
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2 Responses to Stardust

  1. maggies90 says:

    Beautiful Cilla, just beautiful. You have such a way with words.

    Liked by 1 person

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