I have seen the ancient mirror that leads me.
I have seen its ruthless eyes that always stare,
burrowing their way to the crown I wear.
I have sensed the holy fire like a blazing cocoon
that offers no judgments amidst its power strewn.
I have felt the innocent light.
Of clarity in flight
over native land
where we are birthed apart from one command.
I have touched the gentle eye that outlasts me.
The huge patience upon my brow.
I have offered all my earthly wisdom for the symptoms of its tongue;
to drop its seeds into the field I plow.
I have seen destiny's path gather its flock for the journey of endless spaces.
I have watched futures fall with eyelids closed and the gnawing tears of torn places.
I have seen the Tribe of Light return the clock to the black pocket where all divisions occur.
Where weeds secure the humble land of fires unlit, yet pure.
I have heard the masters of masters speak to every cell of my body;
cutting new pathways in flesh like fear's executioner.
I have watched the galaxies twirl like star wheels that spiral to the thought of a holy vision.
I have felt my spirit follow the one sound that is free.
I have vanished before.
I have taken this body to an inner place where none can see.
Only feeling can hear the sound of this space.
This sacred place
alone has brought me here to recover the thread.
To see the weaving dance that calls my name in a thousand sounds.
That draws my spirit in a sinlge, perfectly round, circle.
An Offering From:
James @ Wingmakers.com
~Well Journeys~