Be Free

Would you give everything, like me, to find
Peaceful stillness of a silent mind?
Not just a glimpse, a fleeting moment
But for all lifetimes
To abide in truth and peace
Every moment to be free
Never again to be confined
Or bound up in the prison of an angered mind?

I have sat at the feet of enlightened ones
And I’ve seen how they’ve overcome
How they’ve overcome all obstacles and delusions
Transformed the confusions
That seem to encapsulate me
And how I long to be free
How I want us all to be free!

There’s no peace to be found in a life
Tormented by your own mind
For, how you think is what you’ll be
And I know there’s a possibility
Not just for you but also for me
The truth is within us all
Love and peace preside
Inside everyone’s heart and mind
We just need to remove the dirt
Let it settle and find clarity
And then peace will naturally
Unfold within us all
Like a flower to a bee

Just open our heart and mind
Feel the connections between all that we find
And there lies peace, how to “be”
It’s in every speck of dust underneath our feet
In the wind blowing through the trees
And every blade of grass underneath those trees
Are like you and me, longing to reach and be free

Reach out to be free
The connection between you and me
Is far greater than the sum of our parts
That are dividing the very heart
Of this Earth
Of our being
Our seeing
Believing in the common truth
When you feel love you have the proof
That we can all be free
Of the confines of our mind that determine reality
Because it’s all just an illusion
That we perpetuate with our delusions
With wisdom and clarity
We can see it all more clearly
We can free our minds
And open our hearts
Now is the time to make the start
To walk this path hand in hand
Together may we understand
That we are all here as one
A united family of love
Longing to reach out beyond them and you and me
Let us all reach out toward love and peace
All reach out and be free
Be free! Be free! Be free!

© Debra Gibson 2011-2012

Do You Hear the Children

Do you hear the children?
They’re playing by the street corner
throwing rocks into the creek
and casting wishes on the wind.
They’re dancing and they’re laughing
round in circles, arm in arm
They’re splashing in muddy puddles
planting footprints on your driveway.

Do you hear the children?
They’re bouncing off the back door
throwing balls in empty buckets
and casting wishes on the wind.
They’re climbing on forgiving limbs
of the tree your parents planted
stripping leaves off drooping willows
tying knots in fronds for bracelets.

Do you hear the children?
They’re singing to the tunes
that they heard in school assembly
and planting wishes in their breath.
They’re drawing pictures in their playroom
with broken, coloured crayons
they’re sticking them on walls
with tape that peels the paintwork.

Do you hear the children?
They’re shouting and they’re fighting
throwing rocks at stolen cars
and crying fears into the wind.
They’re slashing and they’re burning
rubber tyres on the street corner
They’re racing in their boredom
wrapping cars and lives round trees.

Do you hear the children?
They’re weeping and they’re pleading
throwing memories in your direction
and crying in your heart.
Their artwork is still hanging
on the doorway of your mind
and their laughter and their singing
ringing faintly in your ears.

Did you hear the children?

Copyright 2012 Debra Gibson

Beckoning my Beloved

Lay me down 

In the open field of your Love 

For my feet are growing tired 

Searching for your face. 

Let us rest together, 

Nestled in each other’s arms 

And cradled in our Love. 

Let me retire, naked in your arms, 

Skin to skin, 

Safe in the strength of your form. 


Our hearts have been yearning 

To touch each other long enough 

Brushing past to fast 

For our Souls’ to lock their recognition. 

But our Time has come. 

Our dance is imminent. 


Do not be afraid to reach out to me. 

My Heart will hold our Love so safe 

That all doubt and fear melts away. 

I am ready for you, my Love 

I have stripped away the boundaries 

That were carefully protecting my Heart, 

Keeping me at bay from your sailing ship 

And now I am soft, I am open 

Waiting for you to call my name. 


I hear you faintly in the distant 

Crying for my tenderness 

And I love you 

Even though I know not your name. 

How can you be so far away by day 

When I dream of your presence each night? 

Do you feel me 

As I kiss your lips goodnight 

And visit you on that subtle plane? 

Do you hear my cries too, my sweet Love? 

Can you sense my Heart beckoning yours 

As I hold the thought of you at my breast? 


Oh! Reach out to me, my Beloved 

And respond to our calling 

For our Time is Now. 

Your Soul knows how to find me. 

Send your request to the sky 

So I can feel your breath in the wind 

And know that you are close 

And I will meet you here, 

In this Sacred place, 

In this open field of our Love.


~ Debra LoveLight Gibson 2018

Goodnight My Dear

(Blessings to Grandpa George on his journey to the spirit world. After a long struggle, he finally found wings and left his body of pain. I wrote this poem for his wife of 65 years that she may find comfort as she adjusts to his transition into the non-physical )


Goodnight my dear, let me plant my final kiss upon your lips
as I bid my farewell.
It is time to journey into the night sky, carried by the spirit winds,
to take your place amongst the stars,
that you may shine upon me in these darkening hours.
And as the sun rises to greet a new day, without your hand in mine,
I will search for you in the belly of a mother I haven't yet met.
I will smell your scent on a blossoming rose
and behold your beauty forever in my heart.
I will feel your soft caress upon my cheek in the midsummer breeze,
and I will see your face forming in the clouds.
And when the birds chirp their morning song outside our bedroom window,
I will hear you singing sweetly to me of the song we fell in love to.
And in the swaying fronds of the weeping tree you whisper
that you are here, you never left me.
You are everywhere and everything, and forever will you live in my heart.
Good day, my dear.

Ocean of Tears

We are all crying tonight.
Alone and together, we cry and we weep
salty tears from our ocean of suffering.

Share your pain with me tonight
and I’ll shed for you all our tears.
They’ll moisten the air with love
and soften the pain in my heart;
As I reach out to you with tenderness
as I embrace our pain without fear.

Cry with me tonight
and I will hold your hand.
Reach out to me with your tears and your fears,
and tomorrow we will ride the waves
on the ocean of all the world’s pain.

 Copyright 2010-2012 Debra Gibson


May Troubles Be My Teacher