Friday, November 21, 2008

Understanding The Soul Of An Autistic Child

*In Praise of Autistic Children





Copyright 2006

Paula Timpson









I believe I can fly…



Thanks, Jimmy, for the inspiration for

This

One*



-Autistic are special Artist’s Souls



Dad, your courage to support my Art

Is everyday…thank you for always

Reading every page I ever created…







I wrote this poetry book because I love the autistic .

I see the world in similar, unique ways .

Through an

Artist’s Heart.



***It is my wish to help the autistic through my poems

by giving support to parents, grandparents, care-givers and siblings …to teachers, therapists …everyone who comes in contact with the autistic.



In hopes that healing can* occur within the reality that is the autistic world



Pure reality…whatever reality may be-*







A Snowflakes As A Flower



You see a

Snowflake as a flower,

a single

breath

of light

You see a

Snowflake

as a wonderful

Spirit-friend

A

Creation

of the imagination

of God,

of your own spirit,

lifting those

who don’t truly see

the magic in life-

Snowflakes fall

Gently,

Gracefully as

Ballet dancers

You touch one

it loves you

fully as your heart

sees a

snowflake as

a special flower

opening up…

same as you do

when

snowflakes

fall…






*Birds of the Rainbow



for Jimmy*



Red

Cardinal Love

Is joy

Blue

Blue- Jays connect

Autistic eyes see the detail of the moments

Lingering…

Red birds are hearts dancing,

Beating

Grace-

Birds of rainbow breathe light

Pure color

Comes from white

Holding all the rainbows of the world within

Its true beauty!

In praise of autistic children,

Who see the truth-







Autistic



*Autos=Self



Dust

they are

roses

iris and

sunflower

opening,

bowing

to their hearts

everyday of their lives






Oh, Silent One



Quiet forever, you are



Simply

Jumping…

On a trampoline

all alone,

the way you like to be

in the

backyard…

Your heart

Sings; the only

Sound



Wind-chimes



You are

so

In love with

pure

Sky…

creating your world,

oh

Silent One…








Cheerios



Cheerios in a yellow bowl

Everyday

Is the only way

He knew how to eat

Cereal

Hot-dogs cut into nine pieces

Without touching

Ketchup

If a bow -tie pasta touched his skin,

he was frantic

Because touch was overwhelming to him

Its emotion so intensely beautiful…

That he knew

Its depth

More than most of the world

Ever will-









Fulfilled within is true artist

Creating for a world

That may not be

Ready…

To touch reality

The way the autistic see is

By heart,

The truth-








Womb

*For Sheryl





we all

have a life in the womb

out here on

earth

we can

go to anytime

we

are aware-

listening

to the breath,

the “Ohhm”

of our lives

settling into the

moment…we begin to

know how to live-

our

breath is

always

a safe

serenity,

a place that is

present,

which no one can ever take away

from our hearts-

to live in the now

is a freedom-

to trust and not go backwards or forwards is

to know

life to the full!

To love is to believe in the pure presence we

Share and give away

Knowing we will

Receive

Blessings

Immense

The moment

We do

Move into the breath,

The womb







They See



They see

In detail

the true, finer pieces of life…

Tiny moments passing others by

The white Birch tree

as individual,

creating root-beer floats within your mind-

The bird as it sits on a little branch, balancing

Its breath and heart –beat,

Fall leaves… meditatively

falling

Learning to trust the world

They see in increments,

In slide –shows a

World moving fast and,

as they slow it down

into the rhythm of their world,

they live within butterfly’s hearts

Fluttering and

Purple wings

Fiery pink

Skies do

Live











The Autistic





The autistic

Are

Mindful

Of art and their

Way

To grow wings

Is undistracted

They are free

Of this world

Touching

On

The *incredible

Mysteries, the truths of life…

The autistic

Are

Lost and found

Inside rhythms only they know

The music to-

Watch their minds weave

Wonders in silence

In repetition and discovery that within the stillness lives

The dance

The autistic are

Smart and

Uncontrolled by the media or anything…

But their own

Special, glowing songs

Within-

Spinning

Wings

Fluttering…grace







Face*



How creative you are-

A face

becomes a magical,

Clever dance

In your heart

Eyebrows lift,

eyes blink

Nose twitches…

Mouth opens and closes

The way the face

Works is

a puzzle to you,

it is a dream …

You

truly watch

the face

dancing-







Is it a Wall?



Is it a wall,

or is it a

Transparent

Glass

rainbow

alive

& vibrant…

Quietly shining colors

From within?



Is it a wall

I don’t think so

As the heart knows

And the soul

Glows



Uniquely as

A light

Awakening us into the realm that

Is

Pure reality…



All that He created

Was good-



Inside is

Always

Where

the

true beauty

Lives-







Secret World



Secret world

Is yours, child

Where do you

Go?

When you come back,

you are

Still

Removed

Somehow

Your intelligence

Takes me away-

Your rhythms

Do not match

Any rhyme

But

Your own

Secret world, child

A wild , mysterious

wonderful

Place to be

Of your own making…

An interesting

Heart-spin

Of a

Dream –world








The Shine



The shine of a cough drop,

a glass of white wine,

marbles,

tears,

dolphins smooth silver skin,

translucent stones,

leaves,

sky,

the snow or

a mirror- pond

these hold your heart…



*Reflections

create stories within your soul

No one has ever read before

You show them how

To begin-



Pausing within the moments

Your fascination

With rainbows

Becomes

A lightful

Energy

Path



Leading the way,



Dear Child…

Thank you…for opening my heart to understand-

You better-

I now know myself better, too.







*Dew



dew-drops

touch your soul-

they are wet with wonder

only your eyes

can see



rainbows living within the dew-drops

rays of love

touch you

as no one else can

ever feel your warm body

or touch the light within your eyes



the dew knows these

precious

places

that are yours-

to keep

or give

away

someday-



one day you came to me ,

so full of dew

after a day in nature’s grace



*You,

my child

are a rainbow,

the rain was blessed…it

touched you, so

full of *wonderful

colors…

&

hope









*Holland



you dream of

going to

Italy

and

it ends up, the plane takes you to

Holland



Then you learn to

Accept and believe in the

Truth-



Autism is a way into

Discovering

Your heart and

Soul

What you have got



*Weeds

to prune are



few…

when you

realize the

source of all

happiness

is in accepting…



and

believing-

the best is

yet to come…









Dolphins Touch



Dolphins touch

The child

Your dream…

Dolphin’s

Smiling eyes

Reach

Within-

His tiny soul

Dolphins touch

the

Big -heart

Opening

As a flower…

Emerging through

Thick snow in

Winter,

*Daffoldil’s yellowness

Bring

Hope for all

Who

Trust

As birds

Little feet

Stand on palms

Winking,

Saying,

“Your love is

grounded

in the

hope that

there is a reason

to believe-

Dolphins touch,

teaching us to

wonder

Dolphins touch and

Tell

Us to

become

children,

Setting us free-



*Yogic Toe-Lock



happily ,freely

you

hold

your

two big toes-

in

*Yogic toe-lock

Breathing,

Watching red ladybug walk slowly across the floor,

Moving into deep

Oceans breath,

Believing

In

Its

Grace

Oceans breath

Always

Touches you,

Dear child-

Bringing you

Deeper into

Your world

Where you

Long to be

Ever -free-

I go there too, and

i

Find you

You and

i

Are

One

Inside

Ocean’s breath…

Forever







*Innocence



you are

as a Golden

Retriever,

Dear

One-



Innocent and free

Within your own world

As an artist-

You are

Undistracted-

Purely distracted by

What holds us

Here…





Amazing the way you can tell me all about the

*Monarch Butterfly and Asian paper dolls

Or the way you know-

Simply,

How to collect bright scraps of paper as if they were diamonds…

Treasuring them for what they are-



I have learned by you,
Dear *Child,
To accept,
To trust the shiny waters of your soul
Always mysterious
Always fearless…
Helping me grow in *so many ways,
My lovely Dreamer-








*Fiery Pink Skies



as fiery pink skies

begin

the day-

light enters my soul

I am

One with all

Early morning

Grace

Sustains my being

I am free-

To love you

And you are away…

Everyday*

Discovering

What brings rhythm and passion

Into your heart

You know yourself-

As an artist is

*Pure Solitude…

Defined-

Creating

From heart’s mind-

You free yourself into the magic that is

Today’s dream and happiness-








A Light*



A light

Shines within

Your eyes, dear child

Baby blue as eggs of a bird

Are your eyes

Looking

Out there

Somewhere-

Where are you, child?

Your heart runs wild-

Amazing the way your secret world

Is

Far away and into the depths of soul-

Your open-heart becomes

One with dolphins

Breath…

Your eyes meet dolphin’s smiling eyes

Gazing into the spirit of your

First* friend-







Ceiling Fans





Ceiling fans,

they dance and twirl a

fascinating show, for your

heart beats in tune with ceiling fans whirling grace-



does anyone else

notice the beautiful sound of water bubbling inside streams

where *magical blue stones catch your heart?



The deer entrance your soul,

Your being leaps as they do

touching ceiling fans

you fly away…



Possessing birds wings,

Arms fluttering

As a wild, orange dragon-fly

Flies high into the softness

That is

Pure Love,



A dream,

you are

Free-



What a

way

to be

here-



As Artists

Create songs…

You live lullabies

Of mystery



Endless

You are-

Yourself

And

I

Love you-





In Praise of a Rainbow



In praise of a rainbow

In praise of a crystallized moment-

In praise of roses

Blooming…

In praise of your heart

Open each morning

You touch the Light,

Becoming free…

Lost and found

inside*

your world

I praise you

For your sincerity of Spirit!

Inside your eyes sparkle

The truth you show us

If we believe-

Intelligence is pure *imagination-

Rainbows within the white

All of

your dreams

praise rainbows

*You glow*









The Greatest Bridge





Under

The greatest bridge

Lives

A purple flower,

An Iris-

An Autistic child

Sees its soul

In praise of

Purple Spirits,

Born of Hearts,

Full of Dreams

Forever

Under

The greatest bridge

Lives

A purple flower

And

The only one

Who sees it

Is the

Autistic child

Eyes truly open-

Because

He sees

By

Heart-








Rainbows Live Everywhere





Rainbows live everywhere

On dogs and cats white, white fur,

Rainbows enter in

From stained glass windows

Joy

Grapes & apples shine Love-

Cherries and berries bring sparkles

To your eyes…

On soft, pink Dogwood petals,

rainbows breathe lightness…

Inside white- wind

Are trillions of baby rainbows

Breathing life-

*Double rainbows

Breathless

Beginnings

Find

Grace in the heart of

Your soul

A whale’s tail lifts and

You find a rainbow touching its tip…

You see a rainbow inside the Big Dipper and

A unicorn lives in your imagination –he is your friend,

Wearing a rainbow on his horn-

Rainbows come

When you look up

To discover

The moment you trust

A rainbow is

Alive

Promising

Miracles…








*Somewhere Else



Somewhere else

is the meaning of

autistic child’s dreams-



Where you go,

people

cannot dare to-



be away

they are afraid

to miss the events of the world,

the gossip, or the knowledge of how to

be in tune with

the next great

way to make a million dollars…



*Consumerism

&

phoney –baloniness

do not live in your true world-



*Everything

that

fades away…

does not exist

in your magical world



*You touch rainbows, you touch the Light…



*Child,

you are truly free, because you see what your heart moves you

into-



*I praise you

for your freedom-

the world can learn so much from watching you

unafraid to touch your deepest soul desires-







World*



The Autistic go

Where

Artists

Go…

They travel far within and wide

As seas and skies

Ever-blue

As petals of blue rose

Unforgettable

Worlds

Mysterious and

Wonderful



The Autistic go to a wonder world



Full

Of

Light



They grow wings and fly,

Same as artists

Blocking out what

fills the being,

empty-



The autistic find

magic inside full moons glare

they stare and

speak by heart

to the stars , the moon the sun

rising-



The Autistic go

Where

Artists

Go…



a beautiful world…

full

of reality…








In Deep * Praise



In deep

Praise

Of Autistic children-

Purple praise



Daffodils

“Leaves of meditation”

Transform

The world into

Pure peace

Within your soul…



In deep praise

Of heart-beats that sing magic,

As winds

Breathe

Fire

A calm sea

Lives within you

Dear child,

This I know…



Because *Spirit tells me so.









Puzzle in the Sky



You see

All kinds

Of

Messages

Within deep sky,

Child*



Golden crosses,



A cupid heart full moon-



There is no puzzle



You see



*Blackbirds wings flowing

White Seagulls flying across blue, blue skies-

Hushed lullabies are

Forever

Inside your heart,

Clear-









Elephants Walking



Elephants walking

are

In the subconscious,

Where

Quiet dust

Dares to fly

Home



Elephants walking

Intrigue your heart

Into the moments

Graced by

Breath-



Elephants walking

You are in tune-

All that

Enters,

you touch

with

rhythm

Rocking,

Swaying as

A

Willow tree-

Free,

Ever- free

Understood by

Elephants walking-








On the Floor



Begin

On the floor

As yogi’s and artists do

Flat, facing

Truth

Safe and

Daring…

able to rise,

Spirit,

Rise

High above, into deep lavender sky

Where purple flame

Extends ,

Reaching

Now…

Forever-









*Away



you like to be

away

child,

inside

where it is

beautiful



you hum,you gaze, you flap

and tap- dance

discovering

you can be happy,

clearly

away…



you like to be

away

child

inside

where it is

beautiful



you are apart

from

people

and you wish to be closer,

sometimes-

as if you were a sunflower

or a buttercup, shiny inside

not knowing

how to show yourself-

free as the wind…

you are

uninhibited,

creating a space

here-while

you are there-



child, you amaze me

with your intelligence and

memory

your world

intrigues my soul

I want to know-you-so I watch you and I create poems…

I like to be somewhere away, too




*Butterfly Wishes



he can tell you all about the Monarch butterflies

&

photosynthesis

he has taught himself

at age four



my genius,

my baby ,

my child

of wonder



he is autistic

he is gifted

he is free

and he is beyond this world



I can’t talk to him, but I can love him-

I can grow wings and become the butterfly he

Loves so much inside his heart-mind

Unwinding him into a sway of a song-



Won’t be long before the

Moments

Talk and

Silence

Sings



We are one

In the space that

Love brings-







It’s A Wild* Sky



It’s a wild, wonderful

sky

And you its

Graces-



Deep, black clouds swirl

As pieces of blue

Opening

My heart

Into you-



It’s a wild sky

As sunshine

Peeks through



I truly

See you



You gaze above at

Pink-golden

Threads weaving

Magical

Lines of heart –



I read you and your eyes

Sense the beauty of

Life-









*Your World





Blackbirds

On white snow

Highlight the light

That comes

From within



Your heart,

Child

Shines

Grace-*

And your world

is

Beyond

Reason…



Your world is magic

It is

Purely

*You-



*Golden as yellow

Hearts

Of baby *Sparrows on

Fire…

For love of God

Lives inside

The tiny flames

Bursting…

Creating

Gift of

flight-



*Your world is magic

Thank you

For taking me there

Somewhere-

Beyond here,

There is where your heart

Is,

Where I long to be

Ever-free….

Inside

Your world-



A Butterfly Shadow*



On the refrigerator

A butterfly shadow

Catches your heart



You stare

And know

Its soul



Dear child

In the early morning

lightness…

That

Is

Love









Slide-Show



A

Slide-show

Is your way

Of being…

Seeing

Life-



Believing

In the baby bird that balances

Upon a branch

The blue Spruce Pine tree,

Echoing light

Of moons soft glow



The details

The small

Moments

That many miss

You see

Deeply

As a poet

Sees-



You feel

The way of the world

Within the magic graces

That light up your face

Each time the

Wheel of life spins

You begin

To find

Heart.









*Wind-Chimes



wind-chimes

dance,

entrance

your soul



their song

sings

love to you-



silver light

moves you

in a wayfarer

rhythm



a wandering spirit,

wind-chime is

guided by winds breath

drifting,

lifting

your soul



to heaven

and back

again…








*faces



faces are

ever-moving

vehicles

for you

to read…



misleading are eyes that

blink

mouths that move

and

isn’t

it true-

the heart is the only

real

face

of truth

there is and

ever will

be

-

the steady rhythmic

beat of

heart

is your

own

song…



forever-

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