There is something happening here

There is something happening here

It’s Holy and Its moving me

From unclear to clear

Enlightening like Bible light  

Breaking through the cold

There’s a knowing from unknowing

Growing in my soul

.

Something is emerging somehow

All my past and my future needs

Melt within the now

Renewing to the depth of me

Love’s sweet balm again

You sooth away uncertainty

 Whisper out my name

.

Breath of Life You’re my beat and song

Your perfume is my DNA

All the lived day long

Powerfully You’re by my side

Make me and mould me

I’ll meet you where my soul resides

Beyond the Beyond.

Creative Meditations details

If anyone happens to be in Bristol UK, you are welcome to attend:

Creative Meditations with Glenn

Tuesdays, 7:15-9pm from 4 Feb at The Centre for Whole Health.

Come and share the beauty of our collective and individual wisdom as we move and respond to the richnesses within the heart of mindfulness, poetry, dance and song.

Each Tuesday evening from 7:15 we will gather together initially in the café area.We will begin to come further into this wonderful moment by sharing in a simple guided meditation and/or creative writing exercise then in the main hall we will experience a variety of meditations, chants and songs, (drawn from many different and complementary spiritual traditions).

Maybe you have a favourite that you can offer and we all can learn and grow from? Please do bring with you a pen, paper/journal and a mat if possible.

Pay what you can, (suggested donation £5 to cover cost of hall hire)

Please text if you’d like to chat before hand or just come along.

Glenn Mower:  (07485-109881)

Centre for Whole Health, 12 Victoria Place, Bedminster, BS3 3PB

www.centreforwholehealth.com

Glenn has been a member of Bhuddist (Zen-Thich Nhat Hanh), Christian (Contemplative-Centring Prayer) and Sufi groups. He is currently a student of The Inayatiyya (a Sufi order).

Creative Meditations: Week three

Here’s the collective group poem for week three

Belonging, Knowing and the Unknown

Moving always moving, but

Slower now.

Opening and ready to receive.

Waking up

Falling asleep

Waking up

Falling asleep.

The magic of the trees, the sea, the sky

Just there.

When I uncover these veils Who else may arise?

The mother, the father, the son?

The Holy Spirit, the Wanderer, the Warrior?

I see these lines and lashes

That whisper and touch

Belonging, Knowing and the Unknown.

A collective poem that emerged within the ten minute ‘in the moment’ writing by those attending Creative Meditations on Feb 18 2025.

Creative Meditations: Week two

Here’s the collective poem from week two:

Flowering Flutes

Blossom and all it represents

Loss and Beauty

Tethering chords of dischord and delight

Pluck tears of joy for my heart.

Callibrating ill-ease

I try

Moving more into the Light

I try

Magnetising Love within and without.

Golden and flowing and ever expanding

Happiness becomes a new nectar of life

To live

To love

 And even to Be

Sometimes, often times

 These pen movements

On paper

Tune like a song

When the flute is set free.

A collective poem that emerged within the ten minute ‘in the moment’ writing by those attending Creative Meditations on Feb 13 2025.

Creative Meditations: Week One

Over the past three or so weeks I have been offering a space for others to meet write, sing and dance together, here’s the first weeks group poem:

Love’s gathering

I am softening from the hard world

Tender from its demands and constant asking of me

Things I love and things I must do tangle like vines and I

Cannot separate the two.

Life can be simple if it is allowed to be

A place of magic

To stop

To be restored

How many kind, fully hearted Beings

Walk soft foot along this path

Unseen, yet fully seen By Love

A collective poem that emerged within the ten minute ‘in the moment’ writing by those attending Creative Meditations on Feb 13 2025.

Hope

Luminous driftings

Satin and gold

Sweet taste the waters

For wellness of Soul

Ripening blossoms

For fullness to form

Futures engorging

Autumnal rich sun.

Glancing romances

Daydream to be hold

Gyrational  dancing

Through young blood and old

Breezing belief

With lashes closed tight

She’s pregnant

And verdant

And flutters for flight.