September 15th 2008 06:42
In Search Of Stonehenge…………
Wild skies embrace the soundlessness
Of deep and weary treading
Upon the leading paths to where
Peace enfolds the worthy and the willing
For oft the calling went unanswered
To fall beyond the mark, disdained
And left, in silence, bearing down
As one who should more known
The cost of the (be) getting
But such it is no protest want to change
The folly of unchartered lives
That ne’er but heard the wise words
Of hallowed things, a treasure worth
Indeed perhaps more then can be said
So hasten now to stay your way
And caste your thoughts upon the weaving,
Reflecting, yearning, knowing at once
The trueness of the blessing
Beget to those who ponder, well upon
To what their path will lead if not to when,
Will know the heart heard words
And not go wanting
But grasp the moment, willing to be worthy
To choose to know and to fulfil.
]The Channel
Roaring from the depths,
With candour and intent.
Veiled with ancient memories
Of stories told and known………
A meeting place once sort,
Where oft the sorrowed lover
Would seek counsel from the sprits
Who cast themselves upon the spray
And rode its nebulous cascade
In joyful search of life’s adventure,
With all to be had, as was their will
So wantful were they
That every moment’s candour
Could less contain their need
As it rose unbidden, in spry desire
To quench the endless asking
Of the humankind,
So lost and uninspired to know
The realness of their lot.
But hence the lonely traveller would,
Wretched and bereft of soul
Bellow and rage,
Upon the smooth stones of regret…..
Having sort to know the seeker
Without knowledge of the seeking
And so here it be
Upon where earth and sea unite
This place so sought
For its imagined charms
Has been found wanting
And called to answer………
Oh channel of unknown solace
Regard with sacred knowlegde
Of ever kin and kind
As we beseech your mercy
And honour your embrace.
Paradise..............
Lost to the world, releasing the burden
of days spent endlessly enduring,
entwined, barely so, with ourselves
in some primitive dance without meaning
beating into the darkness
our souls left yearning
unravelled by their own dissonance
of loss and desire,
known without understanding
of the other
whose life we share so carelessly
without intent or longing
yet silently willing to know
or simply to understand
what brought us to this place
so cold and unfamiliar
from what we sought……
shrouded in confusion and despair
how is it so that all is lost
when neither can recall the loosing
yet still a whispered memory gives voice
as yet unsaid
Where hales Paradise ………
It is not found.
Rainbow's End......
Beautiful indeed
and to my eye, such splendour
I have known of this place forever….
in my struggle I have sought its comfort,
unveiled my desire longingly.........
Yet so it pales under my gaze
awakening a fear before unknown.
the moment passes breathlessly
and so is gone
She smiled, soft and luscious, intense
From everywhere the sounds of music
Fell upon her, rhythmic, like her breathing
Reminding her of all she was and had been
She gave herself to him, wanting,
As she had known she would, forever
United, flowing into each other, urgent
Within their own desire, before untold
Yet known, deep within, resounding,
A sharing of self, so new, so always....
Then silence, mellow and yawning, spent
Enfolded in a warm caress, content
Sleep shimmers in the moonlit nest
Of love resplendent, to tell
A story of the heart, defined, renewed
Each whisper dreams of passion
Likened to a now discovered world
Revealed upon their gaze, in awe
Of majesty and moment, so tender
Yet profound of flesh and need
To sate their burning bodies, each
Yearning for the soon retelling
As those who know the joining
Of pleasure, each as one
To quench themselves, in unison
Behest the dawn come forth
So as to greet this newness found
And move again, as one, belonging
To this glorious day where they
Have known the wanting and all is done.
See the unfolding sky, swirling and majestic
mirrored in my heart's reflection
a life, a journey, an expectation of being....
All things are aligned, measured by one
who knows the meaning of this universal essence.
A seeker of wisdom, a keeper of honour.
Trace my tears upon your heart like prisms of redemption
the path is thwart, the passage fleeting
Quenched by fear yet driven by desire to know,
to understand, to be as one with all things.....
alone you have arrived at understanding
to etch the truth upon the ether of our temporal realm
so all can know the glory of the quest.
For you have looked into my heart
and found yourself.
And so, caste into the Darkness,
Immersed without meaning
Of time and place
Losing sense of the known yet
Unable to know this new unknown
Cradled tightly by the nothingness
Of loss so total and unyielding.
No understanding, no meaning
Only fear, only pain.
Silence is the enemy
Who knows this fear
And speaks to it
In ways which give it meaning.
And now the fear takes hold
Growing and nurtured from within
Yearning to sense itself
Cascading into being
With flourish and desire
To become as one within and beyond.
And in its eagerness
It becomes powerful, yet not so
For from this very energy
So ultimate and raw
Another is known
Deep and as yet not well formed
But still and persistent
In its realness
And in the darkness
Something changes
A whisper of promise
Silken yet irrepressible in its intent
Rising within
Almost lost to perception
Yet deeply known
And understood
As it was and as it is
Powerful and alluring
Hope emerges from unknown places
And speaks to the Darkness
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