I used to beware of thoughts that come in the night but, she speaks to me through whisps of clouds
that wander where they wish
across my sky of thought
somewhere in time.
An oracle who knows the
heart and soul of a poet
swayed in moonlight’s dance
over the waters sublime.
Her unerring eyes see through
the guise I wear, painted as a smile
and, she threads the needle that
contains all the strands
of my naked healing.
She knows that sometimes
I am the fallen
yet, for all my sins
still wishes to see me rise.
She imparts her wisdom
then bids me leave to find my way
having shown me the last secret
is one held in spirit
as I quietly walk my path of
rainbow light.
This song has always inspired me to write of the freedom and majesty of an Eagle in flight and, it is the inspiration for the following prose. I also created the video.
FREEDOM SKY On a day like no other
she opened sleepy eyes
to the hush of all around
there was nothing moving
not even,
silent sound.
A breath of the universe fell
so light from space
to touch with such a softness
the cheek of her up-turned face.
Dawn’s sun kissed distant tree-tops
with the wink of a lazy eye
and there she stood on the
tallest perch, over-looking
earth and sky.
She fluffed
She stretched
She preened herself and gleamed
Lifting feathers to a gentle breeze
she teased them away from wings
that she unfolded very slowly to
ease herself awake
preparing for the journey
she was about to make.
Caught between two worlds
of darkness and of light
To her left, were moon-lit meadows
still held in Lunar’s trance
swaying in intimate movement
of a lover’s sensual dance.
To her right, translucent sunbeams
warmed her naked skin
feathers raised and readied
she welcomed heat to reach those depths within
where memories of a thousand moons
are recalled in mystic dreams
and nothing is impossible
sing the songs of distant streams.
With one long last knowing gaze
she surveyed all that she could see
and with only a leap of faith
she opened majestic wings out wide
and caught a favoured breeze
thereupon, to glide.
And,
Up, up and away she soared
to the freedom of her skies.
I love being able to let my thoughts just…fly….
Ever since I was a young child, I’ve always dreamed I could fly and know instinctively how it would really feel if I could….who knows, maybe my spirit did…in a past life.
(I guess) We are all as free as we allow our minds to be.
Elegant blessings abound but…
am I worthy of their grace and favour.
I’ve seen beyond the black and white
of past echoes
where,
(if anyone asks me)
I’ll always say
I love my soft-fall rain
time, and time, and time again
for,
it washes me clean of woes and
licks my wounds
leaving a salt taste behind
simply to remind
that love is brave and
bears no regret or remorse.
If today
I write a sigh
it’s because
(well)
in the absence of daring
the word seems to suit my mood.
The hour draws near
where a galaxy of stars will
once again paint the sky
and, there I’ll dream amongst
the mystic glow of La Lunas
milken hue, knowing she won’t mind.
I’ll quietly lay and bathe in her
mysterious glow or,
(if she’s shy)
nights bluest light will
lead my peaceful sleeping into
the gold of day
and,
at the coming of dawn
I’ll surrender freedoms wings
to turn their circles in the air
without me
as I dare once more to
wake and face another day.
I believe that Love is everywhere…. both within us and without and, I believe everything we see and that which we don’t see is also alive, water, wind and yes, I believe even stone has its own type of life.
Breathe in deep
find that place
where your soul resides.
Time flows
as particles of dust rise up
to flit and float…
To dance on rays of light
continuing the ebb and flow
of life.
Unafraid of what will be
I know that you are the One
I am yours
…eternal
and, you free my thoughts
to roam at will.
To look beyond dust
that settles upon the
vacant window-sill of
an ache, ignored.
No,
I settle for nought
but to see my sea of blue
and perchance, a cloud
to ponder on as,
in beloved silence, it rolls along
that fine-sprung thread.
Or,
the bird I espy whose flight
becomes my own as it
swiftly clasps an upward
gasp of air ‘neath wings that
lift it higher still
lightening my mood too
as I feel the thrill of
such daring.
I am whole
and,
am here in the now of my being
my breath is my spirit
alive
A vast sky
holds its magic there for me
with a touch of silk it glides
naked, across all thought.
Dressed in her most luscious gown
night trails a waterfall of stars
and dances with other
teasing ribbons of light
that touch the soul and set
the flesh to tingle.
Extraordinary
…. life.
Who can forget
such rhapsody once you’ve
listened with your heart
as classic lines
paint a waltz of words
on canvas in the mind
bringing forth
the cosmic dark
to light.
In reaching for the stillness
I feel you.
Each breath I take, hold and, exhale
then, blends itself to crystal mist
or…
falls in fresh teardrops of
early morning dew.
Yes, I feel you.
How far I have travelled from
a painful past.
As far as my feet would
carry me
but…
not as far as my love
has yet to go.
Because of you
today, I am all that I am
but…
not all that I will ever be.
You bathe my darkness
in a circle of light
that shifts the gloomy moods
back away from the edge of the abyss
up to the quiet, acceptable.
What a treasure you are
to have
to hold me
…through the longest of nights.
I’m embraced in warmth and glow
of all the love that there is
because of you
gentle spirit.
Today I found some precious time alone, before the rain arrived. Turned my collar against the wind’s cold hands tasted the sky once more and felt alive, again.
A moment of love of dreams, aloud.
I saw through the grey veil of passing clouds to where pieces of hearts were painted with words that cannot be said.
But… If my soul does not feel all the love there ever was and will ever be what is there left
…what is there left.
Ah, the most beautiful secrets are always planted deeply, nurtured and, grown into treasured memories almost as if…
that which cannot be seen still sings in harmony with everything that can.
I look to the sea and hear you calling, softly. Offer up prayers of gratitude for the blessings that were mine from the simple beauty of sunlight on your face to the unmistakable look of love in your eyes
and… with barely a whisper hear your voice in the waves say
Three times my life has opened.
Once, into darkness and rain.
Once, into what the body carries at all times within
it and starts to remember each time it enters the act of love.
Once, to the fire that holds all.
These three were not different.
You will recognize what I am saying or you will
not.
But outside my window all day a maple has
stepped from her leaves
like a woman in love with winter, dropping the
colored silks.
Neither are we different in what we know.
There is a door. It opens. Then it is closed. But a
slip of light stays, like a scrap of unreadable paper left on
the floor,
or the one red leaf the snow releases in March.
Jane Hirshfield The Lives of The Heart (1994-1997)
