As we dive deeper into 2012 the changes just keep coming!! The recent purchase of another home has made allowances for some new year cleaning . As I prepare to end my love affair with my current historical gem, I must say goodbye to some of the items accumulated along the way. This past weekend as I begun to sort and box up contents of the garage I ran across a stack of papers in a far corner. Amongst those papers to my surprise was an undated poem I had written years prior. I'm unsure as to what I was eluding to in the poem, but here it is anyways for your delight.
The Lady Lark
Comes says the lady lark I will sing you a song about a love that once was but somehow went mistakenly wrong. I will sing a tale of sorrow from my bearded breast and from it you will hear of wisdom put to an unfathomable test.
Come says the lady lark sit by me and ponder, about a time where loves heart kept solance in wonder. Years wasted through and through. Still lessons unlearned. True loves hand wipes ones own tears wept through hurt. Inability to break the silence rung true by another. Push and pull the sacred circles thou shall not break. Captured with the burden of love, which doesn't take.
Come says the lady lark I will provide you with a guide. To take away all that hurts and lock it away from you for the time. Answers are not yours until the chime of the golden dawn. So sit on my cherish stump and look beyond the wavy lines. Stand before the palms that appear before innocent eyes. Pure heart, pure soul, no time for pride.
Come says the lady lark let me tell you the tale of another. Whose disposition is taught to fight loves grace and never to surrender. A solider of such, whose lines tell a story of beseech. Whose own story is so convincingly jaded there is no room for their soul to sleep.
Come says the lady lark as it descends from its stance. To capture a glimpse of the love whose hand presumes to continuously feed. I offer you empty promises and words of broken tales. Yet, you continue to feed me the last of your entrails. To give so deeply of yourself when I am only fit to sing. This song of love that once was but somehow went mistakenly wrong.
~M
Showing posts with label Healing. Show all posts
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Friday, February 10, 2012
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Looking Glass
As I set my goals for 2012 I peak with excitement over the thought of actually getting some of my works published. One of my many goals for years now. I finally feel the need, want and yes...Shall I dare say it. The desire to want to embark on that type of an adventure this upcoming year. As the shifts occur, yearnings heighten and ideas blossom. What better time then the year of the Mayan calender to allow myself to make these things happen. So....I leave you with another tidbit from my steamer trunk of marvels to read, be inspired by and hopefully feel your own tingling of desire to live life authentically and most of all audaciously.
Looking Glass
She looks through the looking glass with unassuming wonder. All she sees is the youthful appearance, lasting love and happiness distorted. Her smile, she smiles shows the test of ecstasy uncovered. A childlike appearance at the grace of being discovered. The joy which would start as a subtle note becomes quite something more. Before she knows it her eyes are filled with contempt where callousness once sought.
He looks through the looking glass and all he sees is distorted clutter. A vague picture of what could be but too time consuming to discover. He conquers through the excess and gets to the prize. A pint size pearl he claims as his for his deserving time. He doesn't look back in fear, fore he may see. All that illuminates is more then just the beautiful pearls sheen. Taken by such a collection, he keeps it close within his grasp. To brag and boast of his heroic past. He awes and marvels at it every once in awhile. Even though its cream, he dearly wishes it were anything but such.
This pearl of uncontaminated beauty, with its illustrious sheen. Has now begin to crack around the edges from his constant mishandling. The creaminess can no longer maintain its pureness and begins to turn to grey. It dissolves its creamiest parts somewhere in attempts that no one will seek to see. Soon he caste aside the pearl into a box. Along with keys and such that have long outlived their duty, as masters of the lock.
She looks through the looking glass and all this time she sees, is what is....Instead of once what could be. A grim and bleak existence of the illumination to the thought of what once was. She grips the handle tighter and peering deeper into the glass does she. To discover what lies deep beneath the surface is that of a true mystery.
The glass provides her with no more information for it has outlived its stay. Instead when she looks into it this time all she sees is she. Just a faintness of cream remains within the inner source. Not at all as luminous as once was but very much wanting to be restored.
~M
Looking Glass
She looks through the looking glass with unassuming wonder. All she sees is the youthful appearance, lasting love and happiness distorted. Her smile, she smiles shows the test of ecstasy uncovered. A childlike appearance at the grace of being discovered. The joy which would start as a subtle note becomes quite something more. Before she knows it her eyes are filled with contempt where callousness once sought.
He looks through the looking glass and all he sees is distorted clutter. A vague picture of what could be but too time consuming to discover. He conquers through the excess and gets to the prize. A pint size pearl he claims as his for his deserving time. He doesn't look back in fear, fore he may see. All that illuminates is more then just the beautiful pearls sheen. Taken by such a collection, he keeps it close within his grasp. To brag and boast of his heroic past. He awes and marvels at it every once in awhile. Even though its cream, he dearly wishes it were anything but such.
This pearl of uncontaminated beauty, with its illustrious sheen. Has now begin to crack around the edges from his constant mishandling. The creaminess can no longer maintain its pureness and begins to turn to grey. It dissolves its creamiest parts somewhere in attempts that no one will seek to see. Soon he caste aside the pearl into a box. Along with keys and such that have long outlived their duty, as masters of the lock.
She looks through the looking glass and all this time she sees, is what is....Instead of once what could be. A grim and bleak existence of the illumination to the thought of what once was. She grips the handle tighter and peering deeper into the glass does she. To discover what lies deep beneath the surface is that of a true mystery.
The glass provides her with no more information for it has outlived its stay. Instead when she looks into it this time all she sees is she. Just a faintness of cream remains within the inner source. Not at all as luminous as once was but very much wanting to be restored.
~M
Friday, December 23, 2011
Black Feather....Black Feather....Tis Is I Who Sees You
As most of you are aware of I recently lost my Great Aunt to cancer this year. Having made it to her ninety first Birthday, her life was far from boring. She was a tenaciously strong-willed and fathomable women. One whom I honored and cherished as a role model for many of my various endeavors. Always there as a backer in all I chose to take on, I basked in her naches of me. Since the day of her passing, I have been repeatedly gifted with black feathers. Now those of my dearest and closest know well my home is nothing but a feather haven. Down pillows and comforters, couch cushions and feather lined garments. However, I rarely find black feathers floating throughout my home, car and varies visited establishments.
That has of course all changed these last two weeks. First impression was a proverbial feeling of warmth and compassion that yes indeed spirit was mourning along beside me. Supporting me in my humanistic time of grief and sorrow. That quickly changed as the days drew on and the feathers quickly increased. Black feathers on my pillow case upon waking up. Black feathers on a restaurant table. Black feathers on a public sink counter, in a photo album, in the car console, at a friends house and even one small black feather lying across my cats back. Rather its symbolic of her passing, her presence still with me (even in the after life) or simply a clue that certain times have come to an end. I honor the symbol bestowed upon me. This black feather consort. I give thanks not only to the unknown, but also to my newly heightened awareness to see such gifting as truly a gift.
~M
That has of course all changed these last two weeks. First impression was a proverbial feeling of warmth and compassion that yes indeed spirit was mourning along beside me. Supporting me in my humanistic time of grief and sorrow. That quickly changed as the days drew on and the feathers quickly increased. Black feathers on my pillow case upon waking up. Black feathers on a restaurant table. Black feathers on a public sink counter, in a photo album, in the car console, at a friends house and even one small black feather lying across my cats back. Rather its symbolic of her passing, her presence still with me (even in the after life) or simply a clue that certain times have come to an end. I honor the symbol bestowed upon me. This black feather consort. I give thanks not only to the unknown, but also to my newly heightened awareness to see such gifting as truly a gift.
~M
Monday, October 10, 2011
Breathe Life Into Me
In taking a short respite from blogging I took the opportunity to entertain myself by rummaging through some of my streamer trunks filled with examples of my older writings. All those who know me best understand the excitement I relish in when it comes to my artistic flair with words. It truly is my sanctuary where I have the liberty to fully express and play with the formations that come. As I start listening more and more to those same friends cheering me on to write a book, I have decided to test the waters with an example of one of my favorite pieces I wrote a few years ago while questioning spirituality......Hard for me to imagine words like this coming from me now at this point in my life. Little rusty but i'm looking forward to channeling the creative energy once again. Hope you enjoy the piece as much as I did when I wrote it!!!!!!
My beautiful being. My perfect illustration of man. My illicit conquest with your perfect form and adorning eyes. How I wait for you to fill me with your all knowingness. Oh how I breathe in the breath of your holiness through the pores of your body. To be close to you, to smell you, to feel your touch upon my skin is to know God. How may one ever be normal after one has been graced by the hand of God. Seen by the eyes of God and known by the servant of God. Advised by the tongue of God. To lie in your wakeness is to be consumed by your majestic spiritualism. I want to lay in your presence for eternity. To pray to be your devout worshiper. To give thanks and praise to your magnificent self. I pay tribute to your beauty and strength of character.
Where did you go when I needed you most as my confidant? Where were you my blessed being? Why did you abandon me out of choice when I needed you most. When I needed you near. When I needed your touch, your stroke, your embrace. I cried and you did not come for me this time. I cried louder and you heard not. My sacred presence.....Why have you forsaken me? My perfect spiritual being I have left the door open but you have yet to walk through. You have abandon me when it was I who should have abandon you.
Oh great torturer; nomad of the plains. You have captured my longing heart in years time as well as my famishing sense of pride. Away with you and bless me with crisp surrenderance instead of ones hau`te arrogance. Quiet my wandering tempestuous mannerism with one cool eloquent brush of the hand. Take your turn to dance. Breathe softness into my form. Enrich me with your stroke, Breathe life into me. Awaken me once again to begin. Surrender. Surrender your sword into my heart and let me feel the burn of truth, of judgement and yes....resurrection.
Glide me across the floor like a bellowing heap, soft mounds reshaping into unfathomable remembrance. Elude me once more with your truth. Caste your glance into my eyes and say not, you love me. Rest your sword and for a moments time, once again I ask.....You share your ensemble wisdom. Breath life into me. Paddle my head with chimes of far off adventures, bliss charades of contentment and the bowing of ones innerself. Ask not for me to risk my soul in order to honor your good name. Ask not for me to know what song plays the rythmatic melody that teaches me to dance like so. Ask nothing and yes....Once again I ask for you to breathe life into me.
May I come to know your name. This nomad on a journey that shall be walked by none other. May I come to understand the meaning of the trickling elixir spread upon my lips. May I come not to question the severity of your sword as it pierces my flesh each surviving time and may I ask once again. As I often do. Breathe life into me. Fore without you there will be no sword to my truth.
~M
My beautiful being. My perfect illustration of man. My illicit conquest with your perfect form and adorning eyes. How I wait for you to fill me with your all knowingness. Oh how I breathe in the breath of your holiness through the pores of your body. To be close to you, to smell you, to feel your touch upon my skin is to know God. How may one ever be normal after one has been graced by the hand of God. Seen by the eyes of God and known by the servant of God. Advised by the tongue of God. To lie in your wakeness is to be consumed by your majestic spiritualism. I want to lay in your presence for eternity. To pray to be your devout worshiper. To give thanks and praise to your magnificent self. I pay tribute to your beauty and strength of character.
Where did you go when I needed you most as my confidant? Where were you my blessed being? Why did you abandon me out of choice when I needed you most. When I needed you near. When I needed your touch, your stroke, your embrace. I cried and you did not come for me this time. I cried louder and you heard not. My sacred presence.....Why have you forsaken me? My perfect spiritual being I have left the door open but you have yet to walk through. You have abandon me when it was I who should have abandon you.
Oh great torturer; nomad of the plains. You have captured my longing heart in years time as well as my famishing sense of pride. Away with you and bless me with crisp surrenderance instead of ones hau`te arrogance. Quiet my wandering tempestuous mannerism with one cool eloquent brush of the hand. Take your turn to dance. Breathe softness into my form. Enrich me with your stroke, Breathe life into me. Awaken me once again to begin. Surrender. Surrender your sword into my heart and let me feel the burn of truth, of judgement and yes....resurrection.
Glide me across the floor like a bellowing heap, soft mounds reshaping into unfathomable remembrance. Elude me once more with your truth. Caste your glance into my eyes and say not, you love me. Rest your sword and for a moments time, once again I ask.....You share your ensemble wisdom. Breath life into me. Paddle my head with chimes of far off adventures, bliss charades of contentment and the bowing of ones innerself. Ask not for me to risk my soul in order to honor your good name. Ask not for me to know what song plays the rythmatic melody that teaches me to dance like so. Ask nothing and yes....Once again I ask for you to breathe life into me.
May I come to know your name. This nomad on a journey that shall be walked by none other. May I come to understand the meaning of the trickling elixir spread upon my lips. May I come not to question the severity of your sword as it pierces my flesh each surviving time and may I ask once again. As I often do. Breathe life into me. Fore without you there will be no sword to my truth.
~M
Thursday, July 14, 2011
For The Love Of An Animal
I'm Back!!!! Its been a few months of challenges, transformation and transitions....But once again I have emerged a stronger person then I once was. Traveling down a path to enlightenment isn't always the easiest. It isn't always the most rewarding and many of times it is difficult to see where the light shinning will guide you when you are blinded by the pain within your heart. We try our best to be the spiritual beings that we seek to become. Without fault we find fault within our seeking and learn a new course altogether. With love and passion we seek to do phenomenal things with us defining what phenomenal is. Rather it be holding the door open for a stranger or buying groceries for the less fortunate. Or perhaps in my particular case phenomenal concludes saving a dog from her end at the shelter and her being my armor of courage. We wish for fairytale endings and forever interludes. However, sometimes, some of us end up with "for the time being". Short periods in which we learn something grand from remarkable beings about ourselves and what are limits are. Sometimes these beings dispel our fears and allow us to see what really lies within our hearts. Thanks to my beloved fur babies I have found the courage to love the many faceted sides of me and to truly see how much motherhood lies within my own heart. As much as I would love to keep some of them by my side always, they too have a journey of their own and a purpose in their hearts. As I learn to let go, release attachment and move forward without judgement I further grow as an enlightened being one step closer to my own truth.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Befriended by the Medicine Circle
~Monique
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