here is a spoken word type thing that came through last fall as I was travelling through southern oregon:
have you ever felt in the wind
the voice of your beloved
calling you home?
a resonant echo
a familiar voice
from a childhood daydream
underneath a giving tree
as autumn leaves rain down
touching the places inside that lie empty
waiting to be filled with that golden light?
the endless invitation
engraved in stone
carved in our bones
by an unseen river
flowing with childlike laughter
toward a cosmic sea.
each of us a branch
on a tree of destiny
each others legends
reflecting and revealing
the patterns and weaves
of this great mystery
unfolding
without beginning
and no end.
scared reciprocity
restoring a balance
the cosmic unity
between life and death
sea and sand
earth and sky
woman and man
the restless wind of autumn
threshing and sorting
the seeds of a future
both ancient and new
a call to belonging
a call to beginning
we are the leaves
rocking in that breeze
rising and falling
gently touching down
on the sacred
hallowed
ground.
death and rebirth
one form
into the next
animated
captivated
points of reference
on a web of living light
stretching out endlessly
scattering the seeds
of destiny.
i see many rivers
many voices merging
a new life unfolding
a new world emerging.
worry not for the purging
the burning away of this cold dark night
trust in the alchemy of this wind
as it guides us each as so much dust
and reunites us in the light.
Edited by picapau, 28 March 2019 - 10:17 AM.
