FliesWithoutWings
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| Subject: Where Angels Walk Thu Jun 19, 2008 9:15 am | |
| Where Angels Walk © Linda S. Van Fleet
I walked today where angels walk; I sensed their presence all around. I longed to see beyond the veil And touch the beauty that surrounds
I walked today where angels walk; A stranger smiled when I was down. A kind word spoken to my need; I look to see; no one's around.
I walked today where angels walk; I entertain them, unaware The stranger who just "happens by" Is sent by God, his love to share.
At last I see beyond the veil A simple truth so often mocked. Unrecognized, they're in our midst; We walk each day Where Angels Walk. | |
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| Subject: Re: Where Angels Walk Fri Jun 20, 2008 1:34 pm | |
| You Are My Angel of Joy by TwoHawk Speaking for White Eagle You are my angel You are my gift I cannot exchange you I cannot keep you, Although I would like to. I cannot carry More than I can lift My Spirit-shifting My Soul-keeping me In your arms In your dreams Keeps me hidden Up your sleeves Like a magician in between the seams, Keeping me from unraveling my imaginations About You. You are my angel You are my friend You are my sister and my brother In every twist and bend of a journey That's just beginning . I hope it will end up Being The Beginning Alone, the only angel With a light to look up to A softening, a glistening A spark that kick-starts My morning, My evening Not too harsh nor too bright In my face; a glare I can't ignore Or try to avoid. One I can not shun Nor lower my eyes Nor keep from staring Into such beauty as You ! In the early morning light I arrived before The Sun The Morning Glories still and pink Tainted petaled memories Of a previous night's reveries You are my angel I am your friend, said the Morning Glory I am You! You are me? I said, Why me? I am your sister, You are my brother My mother the other wife We are one another. I am glad you arrived early and were willing To Listen. Those still asleep, memories faded Those who weep, thoughts so jaded You! Seekers of Wisdom and Beauty never sleep You are my angel My Moon and my Sun My hearth to come home to My Fire to caress me in honey and clover And to warn me of the coming cold rushing over us Burning with desire to win your heart For just one single moment of your day in the sun Your dark nights filled with silver and satin-spun light I can't. I might. The moon on your horizon Is the sun on my risin' so early today Before the real sun unfurls its sails Sending me away To an "other" sun, The one that sets, the one that has yet begun To be in me. So there you have the gist of it One: You are the fairest angel Two: You are the rarest giMy morning, My evening Not too harsh nor too bright In my face; a glare I can't ignore Or try to avoid. One I can not shun Nor lower my eyes Nor keep from staring Into such beauty as You ! In the early morning light I arrived before The Sun The Morning Glories still and pink Tainted petaled memories Of a previous night's reveries You are my angel I am your friend, said the Morning Glory I am You! You are me? I said, Why me? I am your sister, You are my brother My mother the other wife We are one another. I am glad you arrived early and were willing To Listen. Those still asleep, memories faded Those who weep, thoughts so jaded You! Seekers of Wisdom and Beauty never sleep You are my angel My Moon and my Sun My hearth to come home to My Fire to caress me in honey and clover And to warn me of the coming cold rushing over us Burning with desire to win your heart For just one single moment of your day in the sun Your dark nights filled with silver and satin-spun light I can't. I might. The moon on your horizon Is the sun on my risin' so early today Before the real sun unfurls its sails Sending me away To an "other" sun, The one that sets, the one that has yet begun To be in me. So there you have the gist of it One: You are the fairest angel Two: You are the rarest gift Three: You are the dearest friend And four: You are my treasured sun. Five, You are my moon, the "other" wife, Six, The Light of my life And seven, my dear? You are the seven in one! You will see. Now the other three (that make up eight, nine, and ten), I spoke of earlier: The fire, the hearth and the home, well, they too are three in one. Just like the seventh son slash one Behind Jupiter's seven emanations lies the source of his power: His One mother, sister & wife. (We know Her as The Goddess of Love three in one: RheaSaturna, DianaLuna and VenusAphrodite.) While this seems like a diversion from my poem, Its not. More about the "other" parts of you. Later on, I hope. Its where this poem came from when You were young. I learned this from an old dream which You later confirmed. This is why this poem is always being written. I am Jupiter's seventh son and you are the one and only Mother-Sister-Wife I've come to know now as The Joyous Sister Woman-divine Celina. You are The Poem You have seen me before the stars were born As you read and realize that you are The Poem And the meaning of the fire and the hearth, then you will also know you are At home. You always have been The Home and The Hearth to me Now I could go on and on, so I will! Until the words stop flowing Until all the pages of my life Stop glowing Or I run out of ink. THEN ! I'll read Will such lovely things ever come to a close Will I ever stop to think? Will I ever stop to sink beneath this beauty? Maybe.... Tonight, I might. So, though I said I wouldn't, I will go on until my fingers are blue and my brain goes numb Its quite fun you know at this ungodly hour. Already talking about elixirs and pleasures of you Joyful fixtures and leisurely mixtures Only the gods get to drink! In celestial taverns with tapistries and cocktails Rich with red-wine velvets in divine crystal glasses Only drunken Soldiers of the Heart take with them on the path to war (or is it the path of retreat) I might start over Over and over my head over heels over heart. Such heady stuff When words of Joy can conjure up such magical luxury In the mind of imaginary children Rocking on horses in a world made of dolts On Merry-go-rounds made for colts instead of stronger forces Whose lips start to quivver then, having already touched the rim The Silver Cup slipping through their fingers sipping instead of Drinking again. Amazing what children playing in solitude can do Amazing what a sister can lead us through Straight to the forefront adults often go Straight to the point While the child in us is happy with The abundance of toys The Innocence of plots and ploys. Its just The foreplay. Of laughter amongst each other While adults are busy anointing themselves With oils of starlight Coiling others under the stone-faced stares Of hiding too long from the lightning of life's thunder Not strong enough to linger around a while longer Waiting for The Rainbow that comes after the rain when the real play Gets underway. The wounds of too much thinking The sinking beneath The Plotted Ground Too many plots allotted, too many ploys in store for those Whose sins have been washed ashore unseen Whose conception and pre-dilection with guilt Seems to have come to the fore Wondering how it got there, Forgetting they created it, regretting that even the ocean has left it for someone else to devour. Don't you want It? I cried. I have separated the cream of the crop From the silken tassles at the top I have harvested the best. I have milked the rest. Will you forgive my blundering? The thundering pounding of the waves I make beneath the sheaves of My heart! Please stop pounding me so hard She said with her clenching fist Stop sounding so bitter, so harsh about all of this Above us, below us, all around us Unfolds the mystery and the misery of your miserable human life Divinity seethes beneath these sheets. Here lies a bed of a different coral uncrushed without the weight Of previous blunders. It's MY heart that's pounding with love for you, not yours! Who is speaking here? It is I, said The Mother of Light The Great Massive Angel of Everything That Is you are under The one you just honored with your previous words Go back to those simple words of joy and children's laughter The circling of delight The merry-go-round of pretty horsies and toy soldiers Mounds of worry and warning, I can stand to hear no longer. I see, I said. It IS about you Its not about me, is it? At the beginning, at the end and in between can I be free if I can just be here with you? "If you let me take your hands, and let the elusive sands of your beginnings Slip through my fingers" "If you walk with me, let your feet tred in deep waters with me" "Let your willowy thoughts list with the wind" "Let your dance be your sin!" "If you take this chance while you can" "To mark your territory. And tell me once again" "You are my angel" Then we will begin to understand each other. You are my angel, I repeated. You are my angel You are my friend You are my sister and my brother My Mother and my Grandmother My Earthling Founder I will always love you from the moment of my birthing Nearing my end Of this poem? "I doubt it," She said. "The day has just begun. Are your fingers tired of typing?" "No they are not," I said. "Ok, Then, let us call on all the angels Said a Voice coming from out of nowhere. "You have no other choice but to sing of rejoicing instead of redeeming if you want to stay with me in this bed" "The human people need that more than ever before" "To help them remember" "With Milton and Joyce" "That Paradise ISN'T lost" "That was a figment of a writer's emotions" "Their impressions moistened with tears" "No regressions, only forward confessions. No fears, no oppressions" "No Pilgrim's Progress nor anymore of Goerthe's Tears of The Sun" "Proust with his thoughts. They cannot be undone. They shouldn't be." "There is love and hope between every line they wrote. You just don't see it" "Regardless of the suffering and abuse they often speak of. You can leave those thoughts behind, too." "Truth isn't always bound up in knowledge, you know, nor is wisdom necessarily embedded in time" "It can't be found under a mound of crap." "The hope I speak of is strung between the lines" "You read about but rarely speak about" "Teach us about the way it is, then, "I asked The Angel. There was only silence from that point on: Divine Silence was manoevering impossible lives Where mystery knots unwind the warp from the weft. "All in due time," a softer voice inside my head whispered to me. Thank you for The Un-knowing you just made, the Granddaughter of Light was saying I will step back and look down at my feet Long enough to find What is it You seek To implant in me? I will find the hope of which You speak And never let it go again It will be the only baggage I carry this time On the journey before me. I can see now, how my earthly existance began: Without hesitation or resistance About traveling hand in hand with the gods and the rainbows their children make On angels wings while they dance and sing About you IS about me When you send for me. Golden threads caught between the lines But held sacred in the pot at the end. Enough said, I said. I will keep my door open and Relight the sacred fire. Keeping it burning As long as I can. Grandmother? Everyone who enters your heart with me, before me, and after me Will they always be welcome to sit by the fire I havel built Will I sire only the essence of your desire Within me? Yes, you can One more thing, though, The One Spirit Thats Holy The one that is Great The help The Great Mystery and All your Relations gave to me They gave them back to you While writing this poem, This I am truely grateful. Thank you for helping me to find true happiness here At Home. Aho! | |
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