creation, random thoughts and other imponderables

as a child, bed time was an entrance into
the world of the mind. waiting in the dark
for sleep to claim me, my mind would wander,
i might became one of the "famous five", travelling
in a caravan, high adventure. i admired george,
the tom boyish, girl creation of the author
enid blyton. strangely enough "the secret seven"
never held the same fascination for me!
george might well have been my first crush ...

nope, incorrect recollection! my first girl crush was
my very first teacher when i started school,at
age four(before i could read).

bedtime was this dark, safe place where i learned
to travel with my mind.

for many years, i gave attention to god and the
size of the universe. to the begining of creation.
all things begin, all things end...
god created the earth.
who or what created the creator?
we have our world, our universe.
what was there before ...
nothingness? what is nothingness?
what lies beyond?
if all things end, what lies beyond the end?
hmmm ...

as i approached puberty, i decided that some questions
might have answers way beyond our mortal understanding.
it occured to my young mind that if i continued to
dwell on these questions ...
i might go insane!
some mysteries are beyond solving. some questions beyond
answers.
and anyway, my hormones were fluctuating, there were
more pressing matters on my mind.

so where was i going with all this...
well, i am on my second reading of eckhart tolle's
"a new earth". now there is a man who has given a thought
or two to a thing or two! he always challenges me! reading
eckhart requires concentration and consideration. i will
probably read and reread his work until my eyes no longer see.

i think i have always pretty much understood that "i" was
neither my body, my beautiful mind nor my somewhat chaotic
thought process.
i understood the indestructible essence of energy,
the possibility of an immortal soul, the undeniable
existence of racial memory and the unfortunate proclivity
of man to pass our pain from generation to generation.
mr tolle just says it all so beautifully!
he reminds me that i am more ...

cricket

i don't like cricket ...






i love it!

too hot for guinness

the long days are with us
the summer sun beating
the roses in bloom
no more central heating

the rain has forgotten
that ayrshire is home
hied off with the wind
leaving us all alone

with blue skies and sunshine
we suddenly find
our white skins are reddish
we really don't mind

a freckle or two
is a small price to pay
for sitting outside
in the heat of the day

the ground's drying up
the mud's turned to dust
the birds are all singing
with summer time lust

no beef roast and three veg
the kitchen's too hot
it's time to cook outside
with midges to swat



it's too hot for guinness
but great for light beer
a bottle of lager
all icy and clear



can't sleep at night
cause i'm tossing and turning
i'm all hot and sweaty
the pillow is burning

the sun hardly sleeps
just a few hours at night
my crack of dawn wakings
brought on by the light

woke up this morning
what was it i heard
it wasn't a plane
and for sure not a bird

the sound of rain falling
soft, warm, scottish rain
all's well in south ayrshire
it's cloudy again



Copyright © 2004-2009 by Eryll Oellermann

greek verbs

god manfred, why?
i miss you still
i phone the birthday boy
turned thirty four
can you believe it?
grown now into a man
but still the sweet son
there, inside, untouched
vulnerable and protective
we talk, of greek verbs
and a celebratory
full scottish breakfast
i put the phone back
in the cradle by the window
my throat constricts
hot tears burn behind my eyelids
god manfred, why?
because he has no father
for me to pass the phone to
no dad to listen
with knowledge to the questions
that men must surely need
to share at times
or do the welling tears
betray my own aloneness


Copyright © 2009 by Eryll Oellermann

soul touching

some days are so perfect ...

they are a prayer.

i'm hexed ...

for my magnificent muse ...

i will be lost without you!

i'm hexed ...

in all the world
i'll never find
a woman
who is so unkind

now i must sit
alone you see
and wait
not always patiently

to know what hex
is on my head
will i get ill
or even dead!

perhaps the swine flu
will attack
or huge carbunkles
on my back

my rav might get
an engine knock
or drop a piston
through the block

or it might rain
and never stop
or, no more creme eggs
at the shop!

there's naught to do
but wait and see
what dreadful fate
you've hexed on me

Copyright © 2009 by Eryll Oellermann