STAYING THE TIME

As I continued to look, I loved to stay. So I stayed on my own accord.

A disjointed couple took me in, offered me sanctuary from the harsh world

The hours ran into days, the blurb of flesh matured into a full grown Man

I must seek my friends, for them I stayed, so we could go for the answer together

To make the gatekeepers let me in; to grant me hearing in the holy of holies.

To walk the spirit so the answer may be made manifest to free us all

Those among us who need to be attended to so to speak.

So to make for lost time, I created for myself a powerful web of friendship

I knocked on the door of knowledge, keeper of Man's written code and he let me in.

I traded for courage but I was paid with betrayal, yet I still bought it.

To make up for the many trusts I have lost, I valued to guard the little left with care

A fellowship of men sensed my quest so we can get to the answers together

So willing to hear me speak, they do allow me a place in their hearts

A love bond that gods and kings fight over; the bond called friendship.

The owl flaps her wings and brought forth a serene breeze

Beautiful laughter fills the air as a pair of fair eyes meet mine

Daughters of Eve natured in ebony like the brown soil

Necks as swan but sturdier like trunks of beach coconuts

As the evening sun sets on them their skin glitter like gold

With strong graceful steps they walk as panting; their strength match that of men

I made them my most intimate friend, in them I have no shame.

Then too, I have men who are not ashamed to call me their Man.

The best I can be to them is to be grateful for their trust and be the best I can be

To lead them the word I speak is written; where the word they hear is created

Stored in the upper chamber where moth and thieves can't reach

In a chest not by the hands of Man, delicately superb and simply awesome!

Look into the binocular eyes of the owl, the messenger totem.

The winged one who thrives on air to  and offers insights beyond illusion.

To be prepared for the hour, I must learn to speak like spirit

No one offered to teach me how so I must teach myself and still at a cost

When men gather I must go for the opportunity to speak

It began in the chapel, to the learning house, and on to places men make merry

Here the cost was saying what they want to hear, according to their code.

But I incessantly speak my mind, and they continually send me reprimands.

Know them not that to know me well, I must speak my mind?

SPIRIT WALK

Last night the owl paid me a visit. Deep in the night as I wandered

Grounded, I stood still to let her draw near. She was beautiful

As fearful as her eyes look, a gaze upon her made me see with her eyes

In the instance the world was in two balls of perfect light, created by the Creator

My world as it begins to end and my world as it ends to begin

The light made me see well, both my worlds are beautiful through those eyes

So I began walking the blue streets of my world as it begins. Hence the spirit walk.

I ascended to the top of loftiest temple and announced my presence

They knew what I seek for they were with me from the beginning

I am a quest seeking answers, answers that quench the quest for free.

In this temple is housed all the calling to the lost souls.

The quest in me brings me here to propitiate for the answers

But the gate keepers were unwilling to open the gate

To grant me hearing they must be sure it is the answers I seek.

The questioner was sent to weigh my words and find me worthy

For to go to the answers, I must meet the standards of the question

And the question is am I the one who has come?

Do I come on  my own authority; or on the dictates of prophecy?

So I must challenge the questioner and be overcome by knowledge.

I must be known for who I am and what I represent; I must declare myself worthy.

 I must live the Spirit who is called The I Am That I Am.

In life as Man, I must question the known and bring in the unknown

But even knowledge would not defend me when I began asking my questions.

The academy found me worthy but never really cared to know me

I fought their rules with words, they fought back with inflicting me with torture

For the lost souls to know me, I must be declared lost -  just as they are.

In all forms my life was portrayed as a lost soul calling for attention

Desperate to be noted so he will be attended to in the fulfillment of the prophecy.

Living The Afterlife: THE RETURN TO LIFE

Living The Afterlife: THE RETURN TO LIFE: "I woke up with a gasp, surrounded by awe and wonderment With heads cocked to the side, two crows perch on the pole far away from my windowT..."

THE RETURN TO LIFE

I woke up with a gasp, surrounded by awe and wonderment

With heads cocked to the side, two crows perch on the pole far away from my window

Two doves sit close to each other on the wires that carry energy

My cat swiftly climbs the bed like he was waiting for my awakening

The kingfisher sends chills of time consciousness every now and then

In the moment I remember the night encounter with the hovering owl

Alone but not lonely, for all these live with me and I with them - together

The crows remind me of my voice: hoarse, huskily deep, penetrating and distinctive

My voice echoes from the deep wells of living waters above which the temple stands

To mount the house-tops so the world can hear me cry with speeches that soothe and warn

Esoteric words of wisdom woven with silky plain black and white calling the lost

Who continue from ancient times to deny their divine lot for that which is vanity

They must hear my cry and hearken to what the spirit says to the lost souls

Salvation is near and to own it we must learn to shape-shift even now

The gentle doves assure me of the undying love the Creator accords my soul

Protection is my cap, peace is my pillow-time partner, love lavishes my desires

A perfect manifestation of both ends as in the yin and yang.

The gate of abundance is always opened to me, I lack nothing

A song so mournful yet powerfully lullabying puts me to rest regardless the turmoil of the times

The ever watchful eye of both my maternal and paternal origins is upon me

Shedding light onto my path, signaling me the tunnel ends in a consuming light.

My cat says mingle with men with no feelings of inferiority

Warmhearted, versatile, intuitive and independent, agility of both body and mind

A stealth hunter for both needs and wants. Self assured and feared by spirits of the dark

Moves with ease between the wild and the domestic; and always land on my feet - despising the fall!

Cleanliness is a luxury turned habit; wiping myself clean after all dirty struggles

Trusted friend who comes upon invitation, and heals Man with a crystal gaze from Spirit

A great lover who attaches secrecy to little acts of love, granting desires of the flesh with sanctity.

Hark! A shrilling pitch of a song from the king of all fishers. The kingfisher seeks my attention

He allows me a close look at his handsomeness. His message is always same - prosperity cometh!

The symbol of peace, prosperity and, again, love; the promise of super abundance

The kingfisher draws me to places beside fresh waters.

On the river banks I shall teach my children how to enjoy life and still prosper

To achieve this, the kingfisher instructs me to dive headlong into my purpose

Never to hide my gift of communication no matter how pitchy the voice is!