Poetry: Tilly Rivers

Did I Take the Time

Copyright © 2005 Tilly Rivers. First published in poetry book: Blessings by Tilly Rivers.

To my warlock, I love you Puno, T

Did I take the time to show you?
How much I love you

Did I tell you?
Your smile can change my point of view
Make my heart light
That I automatically smile back

Did I remember?
To touch you
Tell you without words
How much you make my spirit sing
How happy you make me every day

Did I look in your eyes?
Telling you from my inner self
How much your love fills me
Did I speak the words?

findmeintherain_tillyriversWhen the time comes…

Look for me in the rain

Hold out your hand

I will be there


Some of us listen…


Copyright Tilly Rivers, 2005- all rights reserved

This poem is from the poetry book “Blessings” by Tilly Rivers written in 2005

The fountain of knowledge is forever pouring upon us
Some of us listen like a container turned upside down
Catching not a drop, spraying over in a useless manner
The container remaining empty
Physically attending to the words
Pretending to listen
In fact not listening at all-mentally some where else

Some of us listen
As a container with holes, the fountain leaks
The holes never be filled
We are trying with only half a heart
We retain only parts of the knowledge given
We are lacking the mindfulness and memory
To be filled completely

Some of us listen
With a vessel containing poison, the fountain isn’t pure
The container has been contaminated
We retain only the knowledge we can twist and spin
The intention to use it later, to harm another

If only we could listen with wholesome motivation
With love

If only we could listen with the same dedication
To the  core fountain
That each of us deserve

There are Worse Things

Copyright 2005, Tilly Rivers, all rights reserved

There are worse things
I suppose than dyingtillyrivers_2017
Forgetting to live is one
Not remembering
To tell the people you love
That you care is another
Taking for granted
How the sun feels on your face
Not living in the now
Moment to moment

Inner peace

There are worse things
I suppose than dying
Forgetting to smile is one
Laughter is another
Please don’t forget to laugh
Assuming time stands still
Time is neither friend nor enemy
Not caring

There are worse things
I suppose than dying
Forgetting to care
Turned to ice
Don’t forget to love
A chance to bloom
Taking without
Giving back
Not feeling the rain
On your flesh
Inner tranquility

There are worse things…




Copyright Tilly Rivers, 2016, All rights reserved
A web of trust is created
Easily torn

The creator has a great task
Spinning each strand
With truth
Against the endless cycle of
Fear or let down

A web of trust is created
Effortlessly in tatters
The inventor has a noble undertaking
Spinning new strands
Upon which confidence in another is built
That we may rely upon
Embracing the eternal sequence of sanctuary

A belief in another

A web of trust is created
With ease ripped beyond repair
The designer must be of gracious heart
Spinning strands with strength
Pure light, untangled
Never to devour-but a gentle touch
Banishing the shadows of failure
Building a foundation

A web of trust has been created
By you
For me
Delicate yet strong
Fragile yet pure

Byin Rlab: Blessing

Copyright © 2005 Tilly Rivers, all rights reserved

The Tibetan word for blessing is “byin rlab” pronounced “Chin lap”. Byin means “magnificent potential” Rlab means “transformed” I have many blessings in my life, but my greatest blessings are my children. Whose magnificent potential grows daily and who have transformed my life to that of unmeasurable love, beauty and inspiration. Thank you for being amazing!

To my miracles: J, S and D

Before my eyes you are:Transforming, little children no more
This world gives you so much potential, you give the world so much more
Everyday you’re my gift,  blessings you give to me
Creating within -Each inner quality, That I had not seen before-Did not appreciate
Increase the goodness with in

Wholesome purity of love unmeasured love
Because of you -My mind -My heart-My spirit- is stronger everyday

To deflect and destroy
The wrong characteristics with in me
That tries to dominate

Each blessing I receive
Strengths me
Until the negative deteriorates to nothing

Each blessing you give-Is as simple as your smile
Yet not simple at all
For as I look into your eyes-I see the unconditional love we share
You are -Mtilly-rivers_hand_2017y sun-My wind-My rain
The three stars -That shine continuously

You are -My love-My hope-My everything
You are each day without fail
My byin rlab
My blessings


What Happens

What Happens

Tilly Rivers Copyright 2005, all rights reserved

What happens when, there is nothing left of your dream–Except the dust on the floor?

What happens when, you just do not care, can not find your way out of the despair?

What happens when, who you believed in proves to be a lie?

What happens when, you can’t fight anymore?

What happens when, you are tired of standing strong, being alone?

What happens when, you need someone to share the load except only your shadow is there?

What happens when, you beg the world to help…help the dream dust become real once more?

What happens when, the answer is silence?

What happens? Damn it! What happens than?