it’s a long cold, this impermanent winter,
who’s spell is cast about me like a
dark and soulless night…
my flame, yet a fire, slowly burns
as I descend into the quiet silence
to search out the places that long for light…
barren stretches of frost touched snow
glisten in the noiselessness
as my body, slowly dying, let’s
my mind let go….
though my voice may only glide
in muffled echoes
across the white stretched road,
my heart, as song birds singing,
lingers darkling and alone
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free again
within this quiet practice
a tumult rages…
rising and falling, emotions fury,
a flurry of remembrances
and fear-
there’s no inspiration that dwells
beneath this painful leveling;
my body is but a tool for soul’s
cleansing; nothing remains hidden
while i suffer at the hands of
karmic reds and blacks and yellows…
nothing! oh to feel the warm embrace
of nothing… to wrap my aching head
around the silence and breath…
but for today, in quiet practice,
i sit and observe the pain-
waiting for a time to be free again
than before
Remnants of the past
Spill onto the floor
In silence and in wonder
My restless eyes watch
What was, slide into what is,
And back to the past again
Oh! To travel thru this plain
Of timelessness
Patterns and swirls and nothing
Nothing! The very body of truth
And light
I’m lost now to the turning tides
And I’m more for it than before
Endure
The gateways are closing
As the train of past emotion
Pulls heavily away…
This heart, unburdened now,
Hangs like an empty shirt
Within my breast-
Hoping, wondering, praying
For some light to return
On the wings of truth;
For some hope to fill the void
That once sang of pain and suffering…
Oh to be filled with remorse and regret!
Lo- though I feel the lightness of what’s now missing
The nothing that remains seems
So hollow and lonely-
Would that i could find the strength to
Fill my missing pieces with love
And forgiveness….
Alas for now, sitting within this emptiness-
Is all I can endure.
Glittering
The ice is breaking and all
That lay trapped within this
Cold heart is flowing free again
This freeze! Leaving the breadth
Of my extremities black and broken
Falls now upon the weight of a warm
And glowing fire
So long has my mind wandered
So long has this voice lingered silently
No more will the cold destroy
And deny the fate that’s rightfully
Sown for me
Linger not upon the snow covered plateaus
The sun is out and the balance of rainbows
Is glittering
lost
The cavern in which my heart dwells
Is full of throbbing sadness
The reversed queen sits heavy upon
My shoulders as I try to forgive
And make right
And while the blood that’s spilled
Upon the walls of this cave remind
Me of things I still need to do
I try to let go with love
Each journey their own space
Mine, protected now by the source,
Circling magic; I remain heartfelt
And sad for what’s been lost
Tapping the tree
I tap into the tree of life;
It’s sap covers my knowing
With a warm flow…
This elixir of sustenance
And sweet wisdom,
Finds my head and clears my sight-
Oh crown of divine knowledge!
Like a cascade of stars upon this brow
I worship your life’s blood, flowing now
Over and through this soul of mine-
Until as ash I fade upon your roots
And feed of my body to you
The coming of the winter solstice
Longest day approaches
And the pregnant sky prepares
For the birth of another sun-
Holy is the coming of light!
And the moon, full in her power,
Comforts the pain of new beginnings;
What is to come now that the darkness
Is pushed aside once again?
And what lingers in the shadows yet?
All is love as we find the new awakening
Of a new year
Heart and mind as one-
Between the inhale and the exhale;
The death and birth of change;
We grow inside this interface
And sing the ancient songs of praise.
ancient songs
Broken wind scatters the leaves,
Fallen now from their heavenly sky,
Laying atop a cold and wet ground-
As the squirrels nest where they once
Resided;
And all that’s left to do is wait,
The coming of the bells is near-
The calling of the ancient songs
Now is ringing in my ears…
And though my heart, still young,
Longs to sing the sweet melody inside,
The patient longing of what’s to come
Is falling near my soul-wisened mind-
As leaves, colorful and true, decorate
The ground upon which they flew,
I am but a vessel, anchored within
Set to wait until the song birds
Release my heart once and again to sing
light soldiers
Duty calls and I listen
There nothing now, but boots on ground-
The sounds of marching soldiers;
Unison steps, set to the beat of an
Ancient drum
Deep within the heart of the world
Lies a light too bright to quell
And too warm to ever grow cold
Connected down into the grand design
Lies the cords of power
Urging feet to step into a war
That’s been raging inside for as long
As there’s been a world
the SIBYL'S SONG 