Saturday, October 08, 2005

Lemurian Mysteries...



is a lovely place to sit with fond memories. Thought I'd put some green beauty here from nature's bounty...enjoy.
copyright Monika Roleff 2005.

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

By the Lake

The Raven Harp

You know, of course, of the Loom –
for ‘tis part of each spirits memory
of the musical score on which this Attention
is writ and gifted thee in Covenant.

Close your nether eye and rest –
the woof strands stretch from whence to everbeen,
numbering twenty-four in Current suspension
which is of our being and endearment.

Pray ignore for a moment –
the slipp’ry shuttle and fine colored thread
you have chosen for a tapestry of being,
and claim a new image of wonder.

Imagine a cosmic harp –
one of known strings turned tight and tuned,
that murmur Aeolian before the breath of god,
never stilled except by your intention.

Escape Hamlet’s dilemma –
for there are three, not two choice of being;
and these can be mixed and varied in delusion,
save you must act within each Current sound.

You may just enjoy the song –
Simply reaching out with proud soul whiskers
to embrace the vibrations in profound ecstasy
that sing of eternal love and creation.

Or you may pluck the strings –
joining with that vibrant touch of wisdom,
and adding to resonance and sound quality
to caress all spirits so drawn in kind.

Lastly, you may mute the string –
dampen its bold power and energy;
and in so doing choose to deny Source and all,
casting a vote to end this Attention.

faucon





Too long on the road

I come home to this quiet zone
missing old friend along the way
Let us have a day soon
together around the lake
and talk of places
we met in days gone by