Thursday, January 27, 2011

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?

Thursday, January 20, 2011

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.

Friday, January 14, 2011

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!