For those seeking catharsis

Sometimes writing things down can offer a form of freedom!

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Are you afraid of sharing your light?

Don’t be!

Inside us, all is a magnificent gift of Light we can share with others.

Be it compassion, kindness, friendship, empathy, or even love.

Simply being there whilst someone is enduring hard times.

Adds to the many lanterns that already light up the grey clouds of Hope.

Be the Light for someone, for in your own hour of darkness, they might just be the illumination you need.

#memories

Omnia Vincit Amor 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

A Mother's Day Story

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Salute.

(A lone voice whispers)

I can still glimpse all of you. 

As my soul, so cleverly hidden from mortal sight.  

  

Emerges unconsciously, whenever it feels the need to invariably weep.  

 

Your delicate engaging smile, I can still so clearly see.  

  

And I can faintly hear your precious voice, sometimes in the stillness. 

Above the noise. 

Everywhere I go.  

 

It's an unusual entity.

That thing of all things called Memories.

To me. 

It's like a strange ethereal bridge. 

Ever-present in The Great In-Between. 

  

Standing just between you and me.

My dearly departed beloved mother.  

  

I always crave to cross that bridge of mine every night, whenever I sleep.  

  

To meet you the one, that I will perpetually treasure.  

  

For it's you. 

I worship and will always choose along with a few others, to always preserve.  

  

My ethereal bridge though once young, is gradually getting old as I age. 

And beginning to disintegrate and quietly fade away.  

  

As my life moves forward and my imminent history.

Writes another story on another page.  

  

Fragments of you slowly appear to disappear from my perception.

Within every passing dying day, and even more depressing seconds.  

  

But occasionally, with momentous recollections. 

Restlessly flourishing profoundly inside.  

 

Crashing in unison like multi-colored waves, upon my mind's yellow sandy beaches.  

  

You still live on dearest mother, today, especially on Mother's Day.

Beyond the clutches of the grave.  

  

I sometimes stand alone in the middle of that ethereal bridge.

Connecting me to my old memories.  

As it stands deserted between now and midnight. 

And start whispering to unknown others.  

  

Watching but choosing to stay hidden in the many deep folds of my recollections.

Safe on the other side.  

  

Now and again.

They arrive as swirling grey shadows and murmur.  

Quietly whispering back.  

  

Some nights, I walk hastily towards them when imbued with cascades of irreplaceable energy.  

  

Some nights, if I'm lucky and God allows it, you appear.

My own beloved mother.  

 

One of life's loves, I still treasure like no other.

My Annie.

The generational spark of my own inner resilience and power.  

A beautiful woman I'll always love from birth until I too am destined to leave this earth.  

  

Those miraculous otherworldly junctures, when they unexpectedly develop.  

Always makes me involuntarily shiver. 

And when I arise, invoked by the early morning lights. 

I always know when you've been.  

  

For I miraculously just find one of your souvenirs.  

  

A beautiful small white feather, and within that captivating moment. 

I always see us.  

  

Standing close together at midnight, on that deteriorating bridge.

Gently holding hands forever. 

Whatever our plights, even though so long ago. 

You were consecrated to turn quietly to dust.  

One night.

And in that sweet moment of self-revelation.

As we stand like mother and son.

So close together.  

  I then always know what I sometimes forget but always remember.

The justifications why my soul invariably, unconsciously appears to cry.  

  

For deep down inside, I know. 

Those we love never really die.  

  

 (C)  

Copyright John Duffy

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Is Mundane simply for you?

 

Leave a memory they will never forget.

Don’t be just a distant memory that slowly fades with the passage of time.

Do something that inspires enflames but more importantly, 

ignites the passion of others 

As you venture upon your journey of self-discovery throughout the many adventures of your Life.

Be anything but Mundane!

Omnia Vincit Amor (L)

Love Conquers 

(C 

John Duffy

Do you believe in the Laws of Synchronicity?

 Sometimes in life.

As we traverse its many unknown back roads and side streets. 

Something tragic happens and whilst enduring its many trials and tribulations.

We can sometimes lose our true selves, but with hope beating like a drum within our hearts.

And compassion coursing like a torrent within our veins, we can always find ourselves, once again.

Life is a miracle and we are but one of many.

Sometimes, through the shadows of seemingly unfathomable despair.

A hand suddenly extends and envelopes us in a warm embrace.

That hand whoever it is, or whatever form it takes. 

Represents Empathy. 

Grasp it and pull yourself up.

Step out of the shadows of self-doubt, fear, and solitude.

I am a firm believer in the Laws of Synchronicity.

Maybe you were meant to read these words. 

A higher power subtly compelling you on an unconscious spiritual level.

Compelling you to a means of inner renewal.

Maybe it’s what you need.

To enter a process of self-renewal as you revisit memories you simply cherish.

Mysteries still abound within the 21st Century.

Knowledge replaces Fear.

A motto of many highly respected institutions.

Does it resonate with you?

Find yourself!

"For we rise more by helping others and we Love even more, by Remembering.”

Omnia Vincit Amor (L)

Love Conquers All 

(C)

John Duffy

 

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Is Living sometimes the rarest thing in the World?

 

The most important story we will write within our lifetime is not one created with ink, but simply of choice.

The past and the present are inextricably linked, but we have something called Choice.

To disentangle and rise above circumstances that created who we are due to our past, and present situations.

But we can still rewrite our future simply by choosing to Change.

Our lives are molded by choices. 

First, we decide and then our choices make us.

What we think we become.

You must know you are different if you're reading this blog 

Because of all those subtle things which makes you beautiful inside and out 

Just try to scatter kindness wherever you venture, as you never know when it may be needed by you in return.

Always believe that you have your own unique abilities into transforming the impossible into reality.

End every day with a positive thought. No matter how hard things were, tomorrow’s a fresh opportunity to make it Better.

So be it.

To Live is sometimes the rarest thing in the world, some chose to simple exist and accept the mundane.

Choose Epic.

Your life is your imprint upon all you meet, be gracious, generous, and gregarious.

Above all have a great night wherever you are.

Omnia Vincit Amor (L)
Love Conquers All 

Sending blessings from The Great In-Between 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Whispers

Your heart can become tired
wading through emotional fires

That you are unable to fix

So
Beauty sometimes lies in surrender

For in the end 

Be prepared to accept peace by discovering two crucial things

 Helplessness is sometimes part of people’s journey

In life 

And we might have to be gracious and just embrace it

For there is no gain in resisting it

Since in the escalation of emotions in your internal battle

You will no doubt renounce the very obvious 

That could deliver your acceptance and deliverance

The other is just Love

Step in tune to Love for Karma will offer little peace 

To ease the pain 

For as long as you create memories 

Yesterday stays forever in someone's soul

For as long as you create Hope 

Tomorrow beckons with a smile

And when  

Or if 

Or how 

You find Love 

Every day could be glorious 

(C)

John Duffy

 

Just be...a friend

 

(A lone voice whispers)

“Just be like a silent hushed lullaby 

Against the encroaching shadows of night.

Just be like the glorious morning sunshine 

Eroding the darkness within others.

Just be Faith and Hope entwined as one.

Just be strength to lift up a weary heart.

Just be the one who helps to break 

The prison of an icy soul.

Just be a form of peace and tranquillity 

For those that need you – to begin again.

Just be the morning lights 

A silent voice of rebirth and empathy.

Just be a trusting sentinel 

A guardian against the darkness calling their name.

Just be a silent hushed lullaby 

Against the shadows of night.

Just be a friend 

Filled with hope and sympathy.

Until the very end.”

 (C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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The voice of Geneviève

(A lone voice whispers)

Some 

In quiet silence 

May preach and say 

God is your rock 

Your light 

But sometimes 

Even light can fade 

Each day 

And that rock may shake 

And seem to rattle and roll 

Away

But 

Lords and Ladies 

Hear my song

Keep your faith 

It will keep you strong.

Lead you to right 

Some of the wrongs 

And from Spring 

Until it snows

It'll teach you 

What you need to know

Like

Who to love 

From high above

Someone to cherish 

And be so proud of 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Whispers in the Ether

(A lone voice whispers)

My only memory that remains 

In here 

The Great In-Between

Of my old family 

Is one of my father 

My old Pa 

Who once told me 

If you want an odyssey 

Son

Run and

Fall in love 

And sails it's 

Many seas 

For she'll take you 

So darn fast 

From A to B 

Then all the way 

To Z

With such potent powers 

That be you'll never be truly free

Chasing or making

Painted picture book memories 

In wide smiles or sweet tears 

You'll struggle to live without

Filled with doubts 

As she turns you out 

My old Pa wasn't stupid 

You know

He found a beautiful lady 

To go 

Married young and went on his own sacred Odyssey 

It only ended 

When he died in a car crash with Ma 

And his sailing loves seven seas 

In that life 

Got suspended 

As they then both faced 

Judgment in The Silver City 

Before God's Lieutenant 

Micheal 

Before they could return for another cycle 

Reincarnation is real 

It's just another divine secret 

The powers that be 

Don't want to reveal

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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