Personal Journeys...

Catspaw

Councilor

Credo

Journeytime

Joy

Lifetimes

Metamorphosis

Solitude

Soul's Flight

Transitions

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Catspaw - August 23, 1998

I write down thoughts of cosmic meaning,
Thoughtful words of divine inspiration,
Carefully crafted, neatly written...
Into my musings, a soft sound breaking...
My cat comes calling, to lie on my pen...
Cosmic thoughts become comic measure,
And wisdom ends in a blot...
but HE is comfortable!

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Councilor - August 1, 1997

Silent and patient as Death,
   You come to me...
Raise up and look in my eyes,
Tell me that what is, is,
And what will be, is future.
Now we live and are,
And only must face that
   Which is today.
Patience, you say, for even the rock
Wears away with time.
Nothing is forever
   But silence and death... and Life.

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Credo - July 24, 1997

I would rather believe than doubt,
I would rather laugh than sneer.
I would rather be a dreamer in this world
Than to live a life barren of love and joy...

A child's delight in the drifting bubble,
The sweet eternity of a lover's glance,
The quiet warmth of a sleeping baby...
Distant memories of Paradise......

I have laughed richly, wept deeply,
And loved honestly (if not wisely).
I have bathed in the glory of the full moon,
And mourned the passing of a butterfly.

Do not scorn my simplicity! For I love
All that moves on this great Earth,
And if you do not understand that love
Then respect it... for it includes you.

Also do not mourn as I pass on, for if
I have not been (as you judge it) wise,
At least I have been (in the main) true
To the joyous spirit that leaps within.

That spirit looks at the world as new,
Sees all that lives and breathes as Kin,
Lives in the Life of great Mother Earth,
And flies with the Eagle as she goes.......

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Journeytime - August 18, 1998

I traveled the highway one wintery night,
   Slave to a schedule,
      Hurried and anxious...

But in the dark night a light came softly,
   The full moon shining,
      Serene and silver...

Its ancient beauty touched my Spirit,
   My journey now sacred,
      A Time without time...

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Joy - August 22, 1997

In the light of Your sun, I dance for joy...
Stretch out my arms and embrace all creation.
Can anyone watching me understand truly
The deep well of gladness that runs in my heart?
It runs crystal clear through my soul!

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Lifetimes - July 2, 1997

I have walked on strange paths--
   Eagle soars to guide me,
   Bear comes to give me strength,
   Wolf walks as companion,
      On a strange road--

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Metamorphosis - July 16, 1997

It took the butterfly a while to find her wings.
Cocoons are woven of many things,
And when the strong outside is made
   Of pain or fear (or anger), then
The breaking free takes time.

It takes a while - I spread my wings
(I thought) in sunlight, only to find
It was a false sun - but they were spread
   And I could not retreat;
I had to fly - or, crippled, die.

The warmth of true sun drew me on;
God-light - soul-friends - true hearts -
And I am strengthening fast my wings -
            To fly......

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Solitude - April 18, 1999

Would that I'd never known the truth of this:
Solitude is not so great a burden.
For loneliness in company is far more cutting
Than the stillness of the empty room...
Aloneness of the heart and soul less painful
Than the lonely silence of despair. .

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Soul's Flight - April 18, 1999

I watched the hawk glide through the sky,
Wings spread wide to catch the wind,
And silent in my soul I called
"O Sister, let me go with you!"

For I am weary of the fate
That cast me in this human frame,
And I would soar amidst the clouds
And travel on the wind's highway.

My soul is weighed down by her flesh,
And through my darkened mortal eyes
I cannot see the face of God
Or touch with weakened hands of clay
The comfort of the mighty Hand
That formed my Spirit to fly free.

My days are filled with barren toil,
My nights with empty, burning tears.
And joy is something that I see
In others' lives, as in their arms
They hold the love of mate and child
That's to this longing soul denied.

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Transitions - September 15, 1997

My Spirit flies on Eagle's wings,
   But my Heart, pierced and bleeding,
Lies sorrowing upon the Earth
   And pours my Lifeblood upon Her breast.

Let my Life flow into You, Great Mother!
As You once gave Life, receive it now!

My Spirit walks in beauty
      On Your living breast...
My Heart lies at peace
      In Your cradling arms.

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