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IN   BETWEEN

By:  Michael E. Hoffman   aka   ^Blake

Background:

There are two religious groups that consider Gaia an entity with powers close to or of a diety. These groups are very old and I consider them since they are not part of the avant-garde New Age movement. One group, the Wiccans who worship Gaia as a goddess (Gaea celtic spelling) and the other the Rosicrucians who consider Gaia more as an intelligent consciousness that embodies all the organic life of the Earth not part of the animal or fish kingdom, i.e., grass, trees, weather elements, even the geologic strata.

I practice many of the Rosicrucian meditations and exercises, and I'm in good company, considering that both Thomas Jefferson and Ben Franklin were Rosicrucians. AMORC* is esoteric, to be sure. The poem I send is where I was meditatating out in Nature and during such meditation one can sometimes put forth questions and receive answers. Prayer is where one speaks but meditation is where one LISTENS.   *(Ancient Mystical Order of the Rosey Cross)   The poem reconstructs the meditation where I was instructed and inspired by what I would call "Gaia."

~ In Between ~

Patience is a virtue,
Or so I've been told.
So I decided to ask Gaia
For an answer to enfold.

Perhaps she could explain
What She does "in between"
The times she waits for something...
A flower to behold


(I asked Her)
How do you spend the time
Between a leaf that falls
And when it meets the ground,
When the blue jay calls
For a mate to be found?

What do you do in that
Journey between Spring
And Autumn
While catfish search
The bottom
Of lakes for eternity?


(Her answer)
Man can be so sad
While he ponders not his gifts
But what is yet to be had.
The same is true of Time,
A gift to be cherished...
Instead of spending it wondering
When he can reach his next goal,
He should look around
At all there is to be found
In the falling leaf's journey,
Or inside his own soul.


It depends on your
Point of view,
And how you spend
What you're given.
I smile as my breath
Becomes dew,
Sighing whispers that
Make leaves become
Driven.


There is no in-between...
There is only
What you choose
Not to be seen.


MEH/@Copyright 3-98

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