Who knows?

Who knows where the wind blows?
Only freedom knows the real story.

Who knows. Where do we go when we aren't where we are? Where do we go when we know what we're doing? What is the connection between the wind and the stars? Only the real story knows freedom. That's a conundrum....
Well, where we go is where we are. Who we see in the mirror is more than shadows and light. Okay?

Circles

"Tall ships and tall kings,
Three times three.
What brought they from the foundered land,
Over the flowing sea?
Seven stars and seven stones
And one white tree."

Open, close, remember the way. This verse sings through my head today. What does it mean to the untold reality of the world? It is a gift, a verse of longing, of remembrance, memory of our forgotten past...what have we brought from the foundered land? Seven words of wisdom, and a promise to be kept, and a shining world awakening in our hearts at the other end of the circle. Do you know what I mean? I speak of an echo, a roundabout way of speaking to our secret longings, locked up in the long ago. We are there, and we are here, and we must tie the two ends together with love and reconciliation. We are at the crossroads of the ages, and we are what we were longing for. Do you hear what I am saying? I am a voice of the ancient promise, whispered on the wind, waiting for the day to break...waking up and letting go...falling down and finding freedom.

Shadows

Oh, come on. The truth is only a will to be free, all I wish for is a lie, I am only a shadow...oh, please, show me the way...yesterday comes from the shadow side, who knows what truth will reveal the lie, all I know is that I am tired and confused and lost on the threshold of my mind, losing grip as I lose sleep, opening my eyes to see that all is not as forgotten as I dream it to be. Oh, for a motherless child, a lost serpentine son, a lonely one, a little one, a crying shadow of the sun....come and find me, come and seek my hiding place, deep within the empty space that exists in the shadows of the sorrowful soul's embrace. Come and see me for who I really am, struggling to be free of boundaries, only knowing I imposed them on myself...well, enigmas make the world go round. I am searching for the sound that will bring the walls down, the fountain of love in the wilderness, the light in the deepest darkness, I am searching for the sun in the heart of the world...and I will find it...when the time is right...
Come find me

Climbing

Out in front of the old dawn road, we climbed the mountain and carried our load of blood and tears into the space of silence, the silence of space, remembering not what we came here to know, we forgot all the keys and we sat by the shore of the lake, wondering, withering, waiting for more, and nothing more came. Lost in a spiral slide, a staircase made of silver and gold, leading to fantastic visions of faleshoods and phantoms. Where we were forgotten is where we forgot. We are not forsaken except in out own minds. I am a lost child, dreaming of another way, a supernova of the mind to find the flame from deep inside and expand the consciousness of time with a silver bullet of courageous letting go. Surrender, that is the key, the path to the gateway is clear, we lost ourselves on the way but remembered it here, in the darkness, in the silence at the edge of the new day. Climbing up to find ourselves we lost and were regained by truth. All come, all remember, all surrender, it is time.

Oh, yeah

What a wonderful day. What a strange new time. What a beautiful feeling of change.
What a painful seperation, what a new initiation, what a lovely peice of wisdom from the world to my brain.
What a name, what a dance, what a laugh, what a crying silence.
Oh, whatever. Oh, yeah. Well, well, well. I am tired and tripped out and ever-changing ever-remaining the same. What a strange, gleeful game, this world of love and pain and tests and trials and starfire sunrises and laughter in morning. Well, that's all. I'm going to bed. Sleep well, and dream of new beginings.....