Time

Time

~Time~

Do not
waste your time
endlessly navigating
the ferocious tides
of society’s
artificial designs

do not greet
the morning sunrise
with regret or a sigh
as you sell your soul
from 9 to 5
building someone else’s dreams
in a corporate landmine
just to stay alive

do not judge beauty
on what the media defines
to be your primary duty

because truly

your authenticity
exhibits the rarities
and beloved ancestry
of the tree that will lead you
to the roots
that bore your story

why disguise your glory?

do not build
your hopes and dreams
or grand ideals
without first
making a deal with yourself
to turn them into memories
that are real

go

live out your days
with fire in your soul
grasping your liberty
and building goals
that are brave
and wild
and bold

and know

no matter what you are told
by those with riches to behold
ALL of life is precious
rich or poor
young or old

be humble

because
when you are six feet under
when your body meets the coal
your story will remain
but not your gold

and when the time comes by
when you must whisper your last goodbyes
to the birds
the trees
and the iridescent skies

may you greet your final sunrise with a smile

because you lived a life so wild
that you are ready
to expire

© 2017 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved.

Photography Tasha Tudor, by Richard Brown

The Great Escape

The Great Escape

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Lead me through the rugged fields
Where I shall bow my head and yield
My deepest, secret, solemn prayers
Unto the breeze, my soul shall bear
All that it knows and loves to be
Within the land and raging seas
Throughout the endless universe
My love for life, I shall converse

With wooden staff and furry friend
I shall advance and then transcend
Within a kingdom forged of Gods
A land that selfishness forgot
Beyond man’s fortresses of haste
Lie pristine skies and pools of grace
Esoteric groves and hidden tracks
Rich history remains untaxed

When life is far too much to take
My soul shall seek the great escape
As tyranny tears me apart
Majestic views shall heal my heart
I’ll leave existence for a while
Upon the zephyr, I shall fly
By whispering trees, I shall forget
Life’s misery and deep regret

Upon a single blackbird’s song
I shall recall where I belong
Surrounded by Earth’s sylvan life
Oh, sweet relief from daily strife
Neath cloudless skies, I shall arise
Brush off my tears and desperate cries
I’ll disregard life’s wicked ways
And face the world another day

© 2017 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved.

~The Path Of Wilder Things~

~The Path Of Wilder Things~

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To walk the path of wilder things,
The running wolf and feral winds;
To love all things with beating hearts,
The knotted oak and feathered lark;

To watch the dusk burst into stars;
To dream of tepid lands afar;
To fly amongst the peregrines;
To always seek the light within;

To banish mediocrity;
To live a life that’s wild and free;
To sit and watch the world roll by,
Prohibiting the hands of time;

To stand by your convictions,
Defying life’s restrictions;
To embrace every blissful year
With merriment and joyful cheer;

To dance about the solstice fires
Without the fear of prying eyes;
To dip into your wickedness;
To go ahead and seek your bliss;

To savour grace but relish passion;
To flaunt a unique sense of fashion;
To walk upon a timeless path;
To master a beloved craft;

To bathe in oceans filled with pain;
To learn to rise and shine again;
To age with zest and strengthen knowledge;
To take a leap of boundless courage;

To follow guts and know thyself;
To nourish your own precious health;
To cherish souls whose ships have sailed,
Their victories and timeworn tales;

To rise and live each day renewed;
To thine own self, always be true;
To show them all that they were wrong;
To stun them with a finer song;

To flaunt your authenticity;
To shine for one and all to see;
To be a soaring soul unbroken,
A bright and beautiful commotion.

© 2017 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved.

Photographer Unknown

By The Greens Of Pastures Wide

By The Greens Of Pastures Wide

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~By The Greens Of Pastures Wide~

Take me to a sacred place beset by Nature’s beauty, where nothing but euphoria and silence comforts me, and there I’ll rest a little while below a timeworn tree, where truth and reason linger within Nature’s melodies. Upon a crooked stile, I’ll watch as jet-black ravens soar, as Mother Nature humbles me, I’ll want for nothing more. And by the greens of pastures wide, my merry soul shall fly, unburdened by life’s mysteries, in Nature’s arms, I’ll rise.

© 2016 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved

The Alchemist

The Alchemist

 

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~The Alchemist~

Below a patch of moonlight
Rests sheets of scribbled words
A bundle of Earth’s trinkets
Wild remedies and herbs

A row of glowing candles
Anoint her sacred realm
Infused with woven potions
And treasuries of spells

With loving hands and purpose
She masters Alchemy
Her honey-laden bounties
Will reap frugality

She stirs enchanted cauldrons
And smoulders herbal knots
With ancient, buried secrets
And words that time forgot

A weaver of the old ways
A priestess of her craft
Destined to yield her wisdom
To those who walk her path

© 2016 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved

Image: Segovia Amil