Showing posts with label Autumn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Autumn. Show all posts

Saturday, October 3, 2020

The Journey...

The Journey... 

Lay your journal by your side,
Let us take a walk outside.

Down a twilit path of earth and stone,
Know you do not walk alone.

Through a field as you stride,
A guide appears pacing at your side.

An old bridge crossing creek,
Throw your troubles in before you seek.

Water burbling down below,
Away your worries now do flow.

Blessings,
Blessings,
Say you now,
Free of fear you are guided how.

Into the dappled light of wooded trail,
Your heart is light as you travail.

A hill with mighty tree atop,
Below a cave into which you drop.

Creep,
Creep,
Caverns deep.

Soon you walk ancient stony halls,
Mysterious carved symbols on its walls.

Opens up a world below,
Filled with all whom you once did know.

As with ancestors you converse,
Secrets once covered now reverse.

....

Across this land you now pace,
No hurry nor worry 'tis no race.

To the other side you now go,
Climbing up from the world below.

Out into open you now walk,
A glowing world where everything can talk.

To trees and stones you can relate,
Creatures and even waters tell it straight.

Take your time and hear them well,
For awhile we here will dwell.

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Soon enough you become a raven,
Hawk, or dove,
Into the air which whispers you fly above.

High straight North there is no cold,
You remember each secret you were told.

Far above the ice and snow,
To what seems a great mountain you now go.

As you near you see,
It is no mountain,
But the greatest Tree.

Atop the pinnacle perched your eyes look up,
Your wings again hands which you cup.

The world spins 'round a mighty star,
Auroras light the night both near and far.

Milky way and stars wind slowly around and around,
You hear their voices without a single sound.

Now a Spirit you soar above,
To hear the Universe's song of eternal love.

To the Moon or Mars you might go,
Even to the center's great Black hole.

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Back to Earth you become a bird,
Remember deeply every word.

Flying South or East or West,
You return to home and human to now rest.

Waking,
Waking,
To your town,
You pick up your journal and write it down.

Finally,
Finally,
Lay down down your pen,
Give thanks to each whose wisdom you now ken.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 10/03/2020



Audio & poem free to use with accreditation. - Dan Stafford.

Monday, October 1, 2012

Ravens And Things...

Ravens And Things...

Samhain is stalking the calendar like a spirit out the corner of my eye,
Mist on the edge of my vision tinging amber and russet.

I walk among tall trees thinking of drums and journeys,
Going places inside without a step,
I look for the remnants of the year and wonder at the fruit of our harvest to come.

Certainly I place the pumpkins in their hallowed spaces,
A gesture to feast over famine that soft-touches the heart,
With memories of a time when everything depended on such grace.

When I ride the inner path,
I do it on two wheels pedaling strong as the raven flies by my side,
Something ancient that eats the fear out from behind my eyeballs,
Popping them back in like a passed-over snack.

Far away there is a young girl all alone who left this Earth for a dream,
The husk of her resides in a room somewhere across the continent,
And tears are dammed up like a river behind my eyes,
For I tell her teenage shade in that lonely room how much we miss her,
Even as she goes about her room as if I weren't even there.

I watch the world turn tawny trying to lure the frost,
Milkweeds bursting and flocks flocking on the wind,
I watch the Moon hang low and melancholy,
I see the night coming and feel the need for candles waxing,
Every subtext tells me of these ancient changes,
Every hint of periphery shedding green.

I know when my drum rings again that I'll plead with her ghost,
Asking for the forgiveness of this world's cruelty we never knew was needed,
All my ancestors are waiting in the hall with muted voices,
Whispering messages to the Raven for the day my ears open.

Autumn is here,
As always she brings shades and shadows,
Beautiful colors to haunt us,
Reminders of a year slowly dying.

Listen softly - and don't look so hard.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 10/01/2012


For Aunt Felicia.


Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to all the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.