Time

Time passes by
Relentless in its sweep
Gathering pace as minutes turn into hours
And days into months
Our lives becoming rolled up
into a moment of many dreams and visions
heartbeats existing within the single inhalation of breath
so fleeting, we can never catch the sound
as we exhale

Life, so very short
So enjoy this here moment
Embrace the soul who sits with you
In lover’s sweet encounter

Time passes by
this time
Slow in its embrace of life
A lingering whisper of thoughts
And bleary-eyed visions
Which glide out to the ocean
A mist of memories
lightly dancing on the frontier of existence itself

Life, still so very short
So enjoy this here moment
Embrace the soul who sits with you
In lover’s sweet encounter

Time a precious commodity
The treasure of all treasures
Unique in its power
A totality of control
yet empowered it reigns with
elegance and grace
No boundaries, nor guidelines
No walls to bounce off from
No written script, no standard guidelines
Free like the dove which sits in our hearts

Life, so very short
So enjoy this here moment
Embrace the soul who sits with you
In lover’s sweet encounter

Esther Austin All Rights Reserved 15th April 2008

Without a Vision Who are we?

Hello once again my good people

The past few weeks have been an incredible time. My journey as it surpasses many stages and walks many experiences has been incredible or even I may say awesome. Opportunities have presented themselves before me like never before and as my workload gathers pace and intensifies, I can feel it in my heart and spirit that my breakthrough is just around the corner. I know I am just on the periphery of breaking through.

My decision, 2 years ago to step out of the 9-5 was for me the best decision ever. I chose to follow my heart to pursue my dreams. Yes, there have been many challenges, yet it has been through these experiences that I have been moulded which have delivered the person I am now. They say that “Success is 1% inspiration and 99% perspiration” and that is a truth that only those who have chosen to walk this road, can identify with.

I often say I work a 28 hour, 9 day week – yet what is so great about this path is that I absolutely enjoy what I do. I am passionate about what I do, I love what I do, I can see the bigger vision of what I do, I create the events of my day, I manage my own diary. For me there can be no better freedom than that of working for myself and creating an empire out of my own personal dreams.

When Dr Martin Luther King said “I have a dream” he didn’t just sit on it and moan and complain about the circumstances that surrounded him. The so called establishment at the time, did not care much for a man who was galvanising a people to fight for freedom and equality, and everyday he knew he would face threats and come up against incredible barriers. Yet what did Dr King have which also enabled many other great people to grace the history books of time? He had a dream and more importantly he had a vision.

Without a vision there is nothing to aspire to. Without a vision there is no beginning nor ending. Without a vision man cannot feed his spirit nor soul, because everything then becomes worthless, and life a constant treadmill – a staircase to heaven yet leading no-where. What this means is that the possibilities are there for each and every one of us, if we so want it, to go beyond the stars reaching for greater and better heights, yet often times the power of complacency and the grip of fear keeps us sedated in the here and now.

I started my first empowerment show called InspireMe on www.playvybz.com on Tuesday 18th March 2008. For me this was another chance to step outside my comfort zone, to see what other skills were laying dormant within me and to apply myself. I really enjoyed imparting my knowledge once again through another medium and for me now, I have given myself the challenge to see how far I can really go and what other avenues I can tap into.

People, the world is your oyster and we should scan the treasures of the great ocean of time, to find our fill and find out what we have to offer the world. Some of you are probably content to be where you are at and that is absolutely fine. Yet for those who strive for something more and need support in getting there, believe that you will find the resources around you to help you reach there. This is another favourite poem by Langston Hughes which I think sums up everything:


Dreams Deferred

What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?

Langston Hughes

Today I find myself Reflecting on Past Times

Today I find myself
Reflecting on past times
And the journey which I have just trod
I reflect on the experience
which have moulded me
and shaped my destiny
my thoughts, rivers which run
into the whole of me
powering the momentum of action
creating, breathing life into
the person who represents me
which identifies me as who I am
I am who I am at this moment in time

Today I find myself
On a spiritual ladder of contentment
Where I am easily guided into the
Moment of truth
No longer afraid to face my reflection
No longer afraid to look into my eyes and
Into the windows of my inner soul
I am revealed on many levels
Because truth imparts itself within and without of me
I am the mirror of who I am
I am the inner of who I am
I am the outer of who I am
I can no longer hide dark secrets about me
Because the conviction of my spirit which encapsulates my soul
Will not allow me to be inauthentic

Today I find myself
In a place where I have conquered many things
Yet still I strive for the betterment of myself
Yet still I rise, into the clouds of understanding
Continuously evaluating who I am
And what I stand for
What representation to others do I offer?
From what perspective do I live my life
And am I truly honouring and respecting who I am?
So that this be reflective of my life around me?

Today I find myself
Nodding the sentiments of the Great Ghandi
When he quoted:
“Be the change you want to see in the world”
For only in doing so, only in taking
Responsibility for ones own choices and decisions made
Can we truly find the contentment that awaits us
Just around the corner

So tomorrow I will find myself
Pondering on the actions of my yesterday
And realising that the continual striving
And journey of the self, has not yet begun


Esther Austin©All Rights Reserved 21st March 2008

Today I Finally Looked in the Mirror

I wrote this piece after speaking to a friend today. I had experienced the below two years ago when I had to look in the mirror. So I hope the below helps someone somewhere in the journey through life. Much love

Today, I looked in the mirror, finally finding the courage to face my soul. I whispered to myself “You are beautiful.” The silence that stretched before me surprised me. The ache that swept through my body, surprised me. I felt downcast, disappointed, rejected. My soul shed a tear at that moment because I had missed the reason why it was important to look in the mirror. I questioned my soul asking “Was this not what you wanted me to do? Am I not being authentic? Have I not taken the courageous step of confronting my fear of being able to face the mirror without fear, self-hate or pity?” What more did my soul want me to do? What more was expected of me? Had I not journeyed to this place for so long a time that exhaustion had swept its way into my very psyche?

As the tears welled up even more from within me, a pain like the sear of fire tore through me. Yet, still I could not understand. I wanted to walk away from that mirror, I wanted to smash that mirror, because the mirror was trying to tell me something, that I could not, at that moment comprehend. Yet the answer to this dilemma was right in front of me and I failed to see it.

I then turned to face that mirror once again, a determined and defiant glint in my eye. I stood in the silence of my own searching. I stood ready to receive whatever would unfold before me. Every part of me screamed for the answer to be revealed. What was it that I had done wrong? What was it that I was still searching for? Once again silence shrouded me. A small voice came to me to listen to the voice within. I needed to be still. I needed to learn to listen and only then would the truth be revealed to me. I had to learn to be obedient to my own inner voice. I had to learn to be obedient to the message that God was delivering in me and through me, but first of all, I had to learn to be still.

And then a voice came to me saying you deny yourself the right to be and feel beautiful. You reject the inner beauty of your soul and who you really are. I stared at myself and as my soul began to emerge from the dross I had built over it. As my soul began to emerge from the hate that had surrounded it. As my true self began to emerge from the point of stagnation, arrogance, fear and confusion that I had allowed to consume my inner spirit it suddenly dawned on me. I had chosen to use the wrong words. I had chosen to use words of a defeatist nature. I had to reclaim my personal power and responsibility to me. So the first line of this article should read thus:

“Today I looked in the mirror, finally finding the courage to face my soul. I shouted to the hilltops that I AM BEAUTIFUL. Because I had whispered to myself “You are beautiful” in that instant I had given away my personal responsibility to accept that I was worthy. In that instant when I “whispered” these words, I was stating that I was small and insignificant. In that instant when I addressed myself in the third person “You are beautiful” I had rejected my existence.

At this point of recognition, it was as if scales had fallen from my eyes and my body, heart, soul and spirit had finally been liberated. Therefore, once again I would like to reiterate:

Today, I looked in the mirror, finally finding the courage to face my soul. I shouted to the hilltops that I AM BEAUTIFUL, I AM BEAUTIFUL, I….AM……BEAUTIFUL


“Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave
I am the dream and the hope of the slaves
I rise, I rise, I rise”

Dr Maya Angelou