WRITTEN
1990-1991
Poems for the
Michaels in my life
Some that broke
my heart
Some that
inspired deep love
and others that
passed
Through my life
treading a path
On my heart
that were not even
Michael by name
Volume Three in the 8
volume series of poetry, “Songs for Michael”
Written by Gay A.
Wright
Published by Golden Age
Word Publications
Copyrighted and carries
an ISBN number
This volume contains
the spiritual awakenings I began to have in 1990.
The first time I saw
the light manifested into the physical plane,
I wasn’t sure what or
who it was and or where it came from, or what it wanted, if anything.
March
1990
What
Say the Light?
I’d
like to think
I
saw you first,
But,
you’ve been watching me.
I
caught a glimpse of you
Shrouded
in a mystic light
Standing
at the end of my bed.
What
have you come to say
Oh,
other half of me
That
I am not hearing?
How I explained the
feelings that came from a Mandela to the group I helped draw it with
April
1990
I
Am
I
am me
I
am the trees
I
am the mountains
I
am the sky
I
am the Universe
I
am Music
I
am flowing energy
I
am the light
I
am the trinity
I
am
I had a vision while
handling an electric plasma ball, after a reading by Bedish Lang,
I was overwhelmed by
the following information
Aug
1990
The
Guardian
I
am the guardian of your soul
The
feminine caretaker, I am Mother Earth
Manifested
into physical reality.
You’ve
come home to be under my mantle
Let
me shade your butterfly spirit
With
my peace and serenity.
I
walk the ground with fingers of light
Gathering
the precious souls across
This
wounded earth unto me for nurturing.
Bring
the llamas of your ancient lives
Within
the circle of the little people
Cradle
and bed them upon my bosom.
For
I recognize you as my equal
And
share with you my power and grace
Shining
with the light of the chalice.
However,
do not raise the sword
Of
your Martian nature toward me,
For
a warm and loving as I am,
Don’t
ever mess with Mrs. Murphy,
For
I also can bite with dragon teeth
And
my energy shield shall halt you
For
I am Mother Earth,
The
feminine caretaker
The
guardian of your soul.
After a lot of soul
searching I found the light was my higher self.
March
1990
The
Light
I
know who you are
The
shrouded light
The
male half of me
We
travel the paths
Of
my higher mind
Barely
connected by a
Thin
thread of dreams
You
visualize yourself in symbols
Puzzles
to the physical reality
But,
I’m am getting wise
To
your elusive plan
To
make me squirm and think
To
find the cleverly hidden way
To
re-connect all the parts of me
Enter the three wise
men, John, Lann and Rex
And the gifts they gave
July
1990
The
Three Magi
I
put forth a call to the gods
To
send me a perfect man
I envisioned one that was complete
And whole, ready to go
With no revisions
necessary.
But
the gods sent three Magi instead
Each
bearing a unique gift, pieces of myself
Incomplete fragments, reflections
of my own soul
Coming from past lives
And future
possibilities.
The
first brought the gift of computerized learning
Technical
forms, analytical thought in a box
Learn and share physically,
But not to possess in the
material world
With Pluto’s
strangle hold
The
second brought the energy awakening
The
light, brightly vibrating in a golden chalice
Rainbow
colors in an aura of healing energy
Feel and share ethericly
But not to possess in the
material world
With Pluto’s
strangle hold
The
third, a bard, a wandering minstrel
Pan
bringing musical treats in his instruments
Melodies
as elusive as a butterfly
Hear and share cosmicly
But not to possess in the
material world
With Pluto’s
strangle hold
It
took a friend, the other female in my soul growth
To
point out that it is not the physical man himself
That is the gift,
Bit it is the gift he bears
to me
That is sent from
the gods.
I
looked at these gifts I held so delicately
Three
gifts presented with love
Tuning
forks drawn here to build the soul
But really only one gift
From the gods
And that is ok.
But
the Magi themselves are also a gift
Because
in sharing and returning them to the gods
Un-possessed by Pluto’s strangle
hold
Is my gift back to the gods
My acceptance of
that, is my gift.
And
that is also, ok.
Aug
1991
ANSWER FROM THE LIGHT
In the spring of my conscious
Awakening an archangel from God
Came and stood before me
Dressed in glowing white raiment’s
Of electromagnetic ethers
From within the folds of his radiant
Cloak he withdrew a golden chalice
Out of which poured forth a light
That entirely permeated the room as the
Northern lights expand in the arctic sky.
His other hand extended and held mine
Charging my fingers with electrified energy.
His shining presence concealed from my visual
Senses the crystal quill he placed in my palm.
A tool of the ancients, the ethereal pen of poets.
To be honored by such a visitation
Twice in the span of one weeks time,
Left me seeking to know all the answers
Not realizing I need only to understand the question
That I submitted, "What have you come to say?"
Then one day a whisper on the wind revealed the answer
"See what the messenger of God has come to
convey."
I gazed at what appeared before me in vivid runes.
It was etched in a silver inscription that had been
Hidden on the handle of the writing instrument.
The stylus that guided my hand and heart said,
"Your mission in life is to spiritually influence
The world by the use of poetic verse, a gift of
Time guided by the gentle spirit of Gabriel."
Such a communiqué gave my journey direction at last.
I did a job on the top story of one of the tallest
buildings in Houston and was inspired by what I saw from the windows and what
happened when a storm rolled in. Grand
it was!
July
1990
Greatness
I
sat with god and did lunch the other day.
We
shared the panoramic view from
High
atop one of the tallest buildings
At
the core of Houston’s downtown
We
surveyed the glorious scene below
As
far as the eye could see and beyond
Out
as far as the curvature of the earth.
Grand it was!
Looking out past the hub of Houston’s navel
We
followed the freeway arteries that were filled with small
Model
vehicles minutely scaled by the height of our view.
They
streamed in all directions going who know where.
Traveling
west past Allen Parkway beyond Greenway Plaza
To
the Transco Tower, Galleria, Riverway and out 1-10,
The
imposing architecture jutted up out of the earth to
Resemble
models fashioned out of glass Lego building blocks.
Our
eyes traveled until the vista was lost in the haze.
Grand it was!
Directly below, the trees along the sidewalks and parks
Had
the appearance of well rounded bunches of broccoli tops
With
mini doll size people walking along the geometric
Shaped
concrete patterned sidewalks. The intersections had dark and
Light
checkerboard squares shaped by oil and tire travel.
The
city buildings displayed in all the windows gave a
Wavering
ribbon quality to the reflections they cast.
Grand it was!
Observing all this I remarked, “You know, God, surely the
Founding
surveyors never envisioned such a plan. As grand
As
your works are, I don’t think we as humans have done so bad,
Considering
we had you to model greatness after”.
God
then rumbled in reply, “If you think you humans can
Compete
we me, then see what you think of this!
I’ll show you
What Grand is!
He stood and beckoned as small cloud on the horizon
To
come forth with a wave of his arm.
As
the cloud advanced it kept puffing up in size
Enlarging
and growing until it was a dark gray and black
Thunder
storm mass towering viciously over the city.
As
God had promised,
Grand it was!
Then Whoosh! The wind blew the
black bulk of clouds
Forward
enveloping the city, breaking apart with a
Crash
of thunder and lightning shooting everywhere.
The
germinating seeds of rain began to pour sideways in
Rivulets,
twirling and whirling around the buildings,
Creating
cascading river like eddies rushing around
And
beating anything solid in its path,
Forcing
everyone to run for cover.
Grand it was!
As we watched behind the safety of the windows
The
scene made us feel dizzy and vertigo bound.
The
floor swayed and the doors freely swung back
And
forth on their hinges, pictures pitched to and fro
As
we rode out the gale in our ship high in the sky.
The
wind roared up the elevator shaft
As
the building creaked and rolled rocking back and
Forth
in the wind and rain we realized just how
Puny
we as humans really were. We have a
long
Way
to go to match the works of God.
Grand it was!
Then in the corner of the sky the sun broke
Through
the tempest as it moved on into the west.
The
tail end of the dark cloud was a back-drop
For
the rainbow that followed. Peering out
of our
Refuge
portal everything beneath us sparkled in the sun
The
remaining droplets of rain floated from above and hit
The
sides of the windows bouncing back into space.
They
tumbled and twirled like acrobats on high.
Caught
in the rays of the sun, the light shimmered and
Glistened
on the water beads making miniature prisms,
Pearls
of multi-colored water, handfuls of sparkling
Mini-balloons
bouncing up and down gently in the sunshine,
Hitting
the buildings again, glassy marbles jumping back
To
swing on the edges of the breeze that moved them.
Grand it was!
I
stood there enthralled by the greatness of the Almighty again.
“Well,
I’ve got to go’, said God, “ Call on me and we’ll do lunch again
When
you find a place with an equally comparable view
That is as grand as this is”.
The forces in the
Universe are sometimes so overwhelming there are no words, however I will
strive to find a remaining few…
April
1990
Friday
night
He
came out of the dark of night
Stomping
and trashing with all his might
His
feet encased in flashy orange electric boots
His
coat billowed and sailed around him in volumes
Of
dark grays, greens and black
Revealing
the energy of his being in luminous
Displays
of orange, white and blue flares
I
was awed by his oncoming gigantic towering mass
Then,
Crack!! Kaboom!!
He
thrust forward an incredible whip of elastic force
Stabbing
and wrenching the atmosphere clear across the sky
The
radiating bolt hung momentarily in mid air
Then
separated into a long quivering dotted line
Of
brilliant yellow orbs, each one encased
In
a outline of spectacular glowing electric blue
I
paled before his presence
Thor,
almighty storm god had spoken!
Who
can say that the smallest of Gods creatures can’t be entertaining and lift your
spirits
August 28, 1990
THE CLOWN
The Gods really do have
A sense of humor
When you find at times
You are taking yourself too
seriously,
They send in the clowns
To lighten up your life.
So there he was, as I entered
my office
The clown, dressed in a shiny
black suit
Laying on his back in the
middle of my desk,
Being the life of the party.
His feet and hands were
churning up the air
Juggling a big white foam block.
It was ten times bigger than he
was.
He rolled it forward and back,
then
Spun it sideways round and
round
Every way it could possible go.
Up, down, then left and right,
Over, under and back again.
I flat cracked up. I sat down
And watched my miniature
circus.
This was the funniest sideshow
I had ever seen.
Lying on his back, was this
little black bug.
A clown beetle no bigger than
half-inch max
Flipping a piece of foam around
with his feet.
Yes, the gods really do have a
sense of humor, and
They sent in the clown when I
needed him the most.
For more than fifteen minutes
he entertained me
Then with a wiggle of his
antenna, he flipped over
And bowed ever so slightly to
my applause and cheers
And slowly exited stage left,
his karma complete.
A
friend I made from over the sea that came to America and charmed my friends and
I. Guy Hiscock a gifted therapist.
Nov 1990
GUY
A man came from London
To trod on America
He spoke like a Beatle
And charmed us all.
He walked on our stuff
And was a pain in the rhomboids
He torn the mask off our stored
pain
And healed us all.
He sat on a mat and
Most of us looked up at him
He tested and tugged our bodies
And adjusted us all.
He gave us an insight into
ourselves
Through his Shiatsu arts
He listened and felt our very
breath
And inflated us all.
He danced in the park with some
Cast the `I Ching' for others
Shared dinner at the
macrobiotic table
And socialized with us all.
He came as a guest in Houston
And stayed with us as a friend
We shared in his abundant
energy
What a neat Guy to us
all.
Another
vision of a very personal nature, connecting me to the divine oneness.
January 3, 1991
HEART
I journeyed within
To the seat of my soul
And found the light
Shining there.
Abundant glowing rays
In the shape of a cross
Encircling my heart
And came face to face
With God within me.
On another occasion I was in the park in downtown Houston
eating my lunch. I watched the event I
write about below and was ashamed I didn’t do better than ignore it.
October 25, 1990
HOMELESS
I watched the man,
This bearded
homeless man
As he sat on a courthouse bench
In the bright fall sunshine.
I watched the man,
This baggy clothed homeless man,
With his small satchels sitting
by his side
As he observed all that passed
by him.
I watched the man,
This solitary homeless man
And longed to speak to him, and
ask how he was
But, I was afraid of what he
might have to say.
I watched the man,
This harmless homeless man,
That reminded us of what we
don't want to see
In ourselves, the fear of
failure and defeat.
I watched the man,
This lonely homeless man,
That we never had the time to
say 'good day' to,
Or even extended a hand in
brotherly friendship.
I watched the man,
This little old homeless man,
He sat alone as no one spoke to
him, not even I.
Invisible in his space as we
went by in our own worlds.
I watch for the man,
Who hangs on the edges of my mind,
To see what needs of his I am
able fill, because
God judges us by the acts of
kindness we do unto Him.
August 29, 1990
A REPLY FOR LARRY
You reach out your hand
And I am there to fill it with mine
You long for a touch
And I am there with comfort and hugs
You think you are alone,
You're not. You're
with me
When you feel the need to talk,
I am there to listen objectively
When you fear the pains of
life,
I'm there to soothe you with unconditional love
You want understanding. I give
with my heart,
For I have been were you now stand
You carry the burden of your
life so heavily,
I feel the agony, and I am there to share the load
Why? Because you are my love
You are my spiritual family
You are part of me
We share the light
We are bonded souls from past
eternities
Nurturing each other through many lives.
By participating in the flowing energy
We will heal the wounds of our karmic debts.
December 7, 1990
MEN
The Goddess should
Have never
Allowed men to have
A patriarchal
Society
The Goddess always
Chose her mate
Now while men
Rule the world
Goddesses make do.
November 9, 1990
MICHAEL REX
You don't have to
Be jealous of
Lyle Lovett.
For your hormones
Are in all the
Right
Places.
You have an added
Advantage...
Your inner
Sensitivity
Glows as bright as your
Patriotic
Tennis shoes.
The space you create for
Yourself
Is so serene
You make me jealous
Because I am not
In there
With you.
Footnote:
Micheal Rex’s remark on his ‘New Wood Show’ on KPFT public radio
station
In Houston when he talks
about: Lyle Lovett having long curly
hair and he, (Michael) has not.
However he was told
it doesn't make any difference because his hormones
are where they belong therefore, it's not necessary
to lust after Lyle's hair.
Beside being a radio disk
jockey he play guitar and sang wonderful songs
It
is amazing what clarity of vision can bring if one just opens their eyes.
August 28, 1990
MY MAGICAL FRIEND, OTTO
I sat across the room from you
And gazed upon your face
Finally, I recognized you
And how we came to be in the
same place.
I've been looking at you for
years
And it hit me at long last
Where I've seen you before
The thought came in so clear
and fast.
A mind passage opened for me to
see
Your compassionate nature and
sensitivity
We are only friends in this
life
But you are part of my
spiritual family.
Souls journeying together
through time
Riding on rhythmic galactic
cycles
Touching base in every life
To tune our harmonic
resonance’s.
We are connected in this life
By the mutual bond of family
friends
But we have really done all the
parts
No need to guess which ones
we've been.
Lovers, father, mother, sister,
brother
Over and over many times
holding hand in glove
For I have felt them all in the
rush
Of complete understanding and
bonding love.
I sat across the room from you
And acknowledged you from out
of our past
For the wonderful magical soul
energy you
Truly are, my beautiful
companion in all
The futures we've yet to
cast.
Bob, my contractor friend that didn’t want to play trivial pursuit found
out we really
had a connection in another life.
When I received the vision we figured it out one day,
I knew he was Red Hawk all the time.
November 8, 1990
RED HAWK
You appeared in a flash of
memory
As I waited to turn the corner
in traffic.
I saw in an oncoming car
A long blond haired modern man
and
Right behind him I came face to
face
With a vision of you from out
of our past.
You sat under the lookout tree
High atop the rocky hill and
gazed at me
Across the veil of
timelessness.
Red Hawk! The mighty Indian
chief.
Sitting erect astride your
painted pony,
Long black hair shining in the
sun
Swirling across your bare
shoulders
Dark piercing eyes beckoning me
to come.
I stepped from my twentieth
century vehicle,
Spanned the abyss of past lives
across the fragile
Bridge of eternity and into
former decades.
I took your outstretched hand
and swung myself
Up behind you, our souls
mingled as we touched
And our hair combined freely in
the summer breeze.
My thighs bonded again to your
bare legs
Brushing the horse flanks with
an electric
Charge not lost through the
ages.
Your voice spoke in the native
tongue.
"Come forth, Sister of the
Two Moons,
Prepare for the council in the
hills.
Bring your herb bag, oh, wise
woman, that holds
The sweet grass and sage, for I
have the pipe
To share with the gathered
tribes.
Soon, my mother, we will unite
again
Under the tree of the four
corners, and draw
The medicine wheel under the
full moon of spring.
Be ready to smoke the pipe
And dance the sacred dances
To rejoice in the coming of the
great spirit."
You were gone in a rush of the
west wind,
Leaving me sitting in the
middle of highway 90
Grappling franticly to
transcend the gap
Back into this world of present
reality.
But, yet your shadow followed,
Hanging on the edges of my
memory.
You then called me on the phone
and said,
"Hi! This is Bob, I have
some
Things on my mind about our
spiritual
Past I want to share with
you."
I felt Gods join hands and do
shivery
Dances up my arms and across my
back.
I knew somehow you were Red
Hawk all this time.
Red Hawk speaks to me, as Indian spirit name is ‘Light of the Rising Dawn’
November 6, 1990
LIGHT OF THE RISING DAWN
It's time!
It's now council time!
The call is out to assemble in
the hills.
The Great Spirit has again
touched us all.
Gather the tribes from the past
moons
To dance within the medicine
wheel of infinity.
For it's members walk within
our midst.
I am another yourself.
We are re-awakened to the
harmonic bond
We connect our consciousness
together
To unite the `Family of the One
Soul'.
The light of the rising dawn
brings the spring
Solstice as we smoke the pipe
of eternal peace
We offer our oneness to the
four spirit kingdoms,
The Father Sun,
Mother Earth,
Grandmother Moon
and the Great Spirit.
And we join the gods that
always
Walk in the Circle of Light.
A
touchy subject that has been my downfall in many lives in the past.
January 20, 1990
SOAP BOX
Religious dogma can be a very
touchy subject to speak publicly about.
Social commentary is not
popular if you are not in agreement
With the thought processes
around you.
It causes criticism and
persecution to solidify
in a hurry.
I always have had a problem
with Christianity on the whole.
I've maintained the concept
that mankind has eroded the
Simple pure light of God's
love. Here lately I have been
Getting messages that bring me
to drag out the
soap box again.
In this life I have had it
tucked away, remembering the
Scars my soul has carried from
past endeavors and how I
Always managed to sabotage
myself for my ideals.
But I can feel my feet climb
upon it
once more.
This time with feeling, finesse
and through the art of
Poetic verse, I will see if I
can get it right.
Since my heart has awakened to
the light of understanding,
It seems so easy. When I have been encouraged by the
universal principle,
With the gods walking through
my hair, having visions
Of Archangels, watching colors
flow through the etheric
Dream regions of reality and
having my pencil pushed by
Unseen forces I guess it is
time to give the world
another dose of myself.
With my enlightenment comes the
willingness to share the message.
The divine light has shown me
we are all One with God,
We are all of God, we contain
the Christ spirit within,
We carry the trinity of the
`I am' in our hearts.
We only have to look and
manifest what we see there.
Let us shine from inside our
spirit with the oneness
Of God, let it join the other
beacons that radiate
Around us and let It spread out
over the whole world
in glorious
splendor.
It is simple, Pure Love and All
Light.
September 17, 1990
STICKERS
Every time I get off this
throne
And put on a cloak of feelings
To tromp through the multitudes
Of humanity, I get burrs.
When you mingle with the gang
On the earth floor you pick up
The resides of egos and they
stick
Like glue to your soul garment.
Then you have to pluck them out
One by one, and release them to
Be banished in the wind for
Recycling into loving energy.
I think I would rather be on
the
Observation deck of life,
Detached from all these human
weeds
Than to remove all the painful
stickers.
But, then how would I ever be
able
To feel the grass between my
toes?
Maybe the sweet feeling is
worth
Picking out a few icky
stickers.
August 28, 1990
THE PLACE OF MOTHER EARTH
I now recognize the place I have always
Sat in my life, about three
feet above the crowd
On the throne of the High
Priest-ess.
Sitting aloof on this platform
of the female pope
I survey my existence from the
height of this position
Below me are the subjects of my
court,
Beautiful people, visionaries,
healers, teachers
Sensitive souls, all mentors
sent to be with me
Gathered in the presence of the
gods
They soothe the depths of my
soul with
The colors of their celestial
emanations.
They inspire great spiritual
writings from me
By the very essence of being in
my feminine realm
For they are the only vitality
that keeps me
Connected to the earth, and
prevents me from cutting
The thin thread of life and
withdrawing into the
Cosmic dimension from which I
came.
For I was sent here to gather
information and explore
All possibilities inspired by
observation
To be the protector of the
future generations,
To stay in touch with the elite
of humanity,
To bring harmonic balance into
my mortal being,
To birth passionate ideas and
manifest myself as...
Mother Earth
Arron Rosewater
enters my life and stays long enough for me to enjoy his wonderful energy
January 3, 1991
LIGHT WARRIOR
Warrior of the pure light, you
forgot
To turn on the lamp in your
soul,
And you are wandering around in
the rut
Of your romantic scenarios.
The perfection you desire
Is a reflection of your own
efforts.
To cause the desired effect,
You only have to realize we are
All humans on this plane of
experience.
Even old souls choose once in a
blue moon
To come to the base of emotions
And re-weave the strands of
bonding love.
We are not of this earth,
Home is our focus on the heart.
You and I search for
unconditional love
Maybe in each other, but no.
We need to integrate with the
cosmos,
To go within, to the center of
yourself
Light the lamp of love and
shine it through
The window panes of your energy
centers.
Let the reflection of your own
pure
Light manifest boundless love
in all.
For we all need to give to
others
What we want the most to
receive.
March 4, 1991
On my birthday Arron brought me a carnelian stone to wear in my navel
and a time to share a vision.
CARNELIAN DOLPHINS
You brought me Mars on my birthday held in
A sphere of crystallized Aries energy
Smooth translucent, honey gold and amber,
That carried vivid traces of the red canals
You gave it to me to wear in my navel
An orb containing the charms of the Goddess
The connection to Mother Earths' past dreams
In Demeter, Diana, and Rhiannon.
You caught me at the close of a cycle
And the beginning of future expansion.
Timely at the termination of a physical love affair.
I held this wonderful globe of crystal quartz
And tried to understand if this was a replacement
For the previous lover in my life and mused,
How did you know that all that was left of
The burning flame would the dimensions exactly.
What was I suppose to do with this lucid globe
That enclosed the memories of spent passions?
You came bearing gifts as you had before
A distant recollection of prior sharing
Remembered from ancient times and places.
A small carnelian ball of glowing light
That contained the stories of all Life
The secrets of humanity past, present and future
Held forever in the depths of the crystal stone.
You swam with me in the interstellar sea
Filled with the reflecting light of a million galaxies
You held my hand and we navigated together over
The vast waters of time with the dolphins.
Smooth and swift we sail-planed in unison,
With measured strokes of fluid breath.
You and I are the cosmic dolphins.
I looked out of luminescent eyes and gazed
Through orange prisms into visions of the Universe
As we glided over the seas of liquid tangerine dreams.
You came to me, my magnificent Light Warrior,
From a love-linked connection to a previous age.
I quivered with tantric delight as you held me close,
Your head rested on my shoulder once again.
We caught on to the edge of the quantum wave that
Propelled us out into the macrocosm to our home,
Our inevitable return to the shore of the divine
oneness.
Time
spent with the light warrior and the Masters of the Far East.
January 3, 1991
AT-ONE-MENT
Can I ask
What are the chances
That you may let the
Light rays from your heart
Reach out far enough
To touch mine?
We are both seeking the same
thing.
Love is within ourselves
And if we share in the mutual
Feelings of At-One-Ment
Just think how bright
The shining light
Would be.
Not everything was a spiritual delight, some happenings
were hard karmic lessons
September 21, 1990
MY CHILD
You screamed in a fit of lunacy
Shattering the molecular
structure
For three miles around,
Including my sanity.
I never had a chance
To pick up my crystal shield
In defense of my serenity,
Before my armor cracked.
As it started to crumble,
You stuck a stiletto
Of anger into my heart and
Carved it into little pieces.
You sucked me right into
Your barbaric actions and
I reacted by striking your
Defiant vibrations.
You wore your rebellion like a
coat
Of thick leather hide weathered
By years of self condemnation
And the blows bounced off you
unfelt.
In complete frustration
With the inability to control
The situation I heard the truth
Slide out of my mouth ...
"I want you to know that
when I chose
To carry you to birth even
though I knew
The burden would be long and
dangerous,
I sacrificed my health and life
for you
You are my daughter, and I love
you dearly,
But you have wounded me deeply
with disrespect,
.... And I find I do not like
you anymore."
On impulse I accepted this wonderful musicians offer and
fell in love again. He had too much karma for me
Another pipe dream up in
smoke. Got to quit smoking.
October 1 1990
BALLAD MAKER
You touched my body with your gentle hands
I knew I wanted to hold these hands
constantly.
You kissed me with lips so sweet and tender
I knew I wanted your kisses in all the right
localities.
You wove a musical spell around my whole being
I knew I wanted to be enchanted by your ecstasy
continually.
You whispered in my ear, `Please come home with me',
I knew I wanted to accept your offer
Permanently.
You held your perfect physique to mine and loved me
I knew I wanted to have your flowing energy
everlastingly.
You asked if I could make you love me over and over
I knew I wanted to share that desire with you
unendingly.
If you would have asked me to be yours at that moment
I knew I wanted all those feelings fulfilling my heart
eternally.
I attended a workshop that gave a visualization journey and had another
vision
August
30, 1990
THE ATLANTEAN HEALING SHRINE
Take my hand and we'll walk the mountain path
Down to the cove nestled by the
edge of the sea.
The decent to the base of the
cliff is easy,
For if you follow me, I will
help you find the way
To the glen that houses the
Atlantean healing shrine.
It's through the blooming
bouquets of pink and violet,
Vivid flowers cascading from
the hanging vines.
On through the trees where the
green is the darkest,
Branches faintly whispering,
"Come forth, come forth,
To the hidden place and awaken
your soul."
The way is lit by the filtering
sunlight,
Fashioned by leafy patterns
dancing on the footpath,
Go beyond the last of the
gentle pines on valley floor.
In the clearing is pool filled
with the bluest azure water
Which holds the key to the
Atlantean Healing Shrine.
Lean over the edge of the pink
and gray agate rim
And feel the coolness of the
bubbling water on your hand
Take a sip of the refreshing
sparkling nectar of the gods.
Now look way below the surface,
intently into the depths and
You can see where the key to
your soul has lain on the bottom.
It's resting on a crystal
altar, far beyond your reach
Amidst the coral and the wispy
reeds.
Oh, how to find the treasure
you pursue?
See, there are steps on the
other side that descend into
The caverns of the holy site
where the Gods once danced.
Take my hand
And we will
Submerge into the
Atlantean Healing Shrine
Beneath the surface, the water is breathable, an effervesce
Gaseous liquid, delightful and
cool as morning mountain air.
Step lightly for the way winds
down along the inner pool wall.
At the bottom there is an
entrance revealing a stone floor
In a spacious courtyard
surrounded by crumbling archways.
In the middle of the floor
stands a shining amethyst altar
Glowing in the luminous
atmosphere of the underwater caverns.
Laying on the pure pink crystal
table top is the key that will
Unlock the hidden secrets you
have searched for all these years,
It's waiting for your reach
into the Atlantean healing shrine.
Carefully pick up the key, for
it charged with singing energy.
Feel it vibrating in your hand,
in total harmonic resonance.
Look, the handle is shaped in a
circle encasing a cold cross
And the other end is fashioned
for hidden doors of mystery.
Where are these doors, enigmas
we need to unlock, in our life?
The solution to the eternal
oneness is within ourselves,
In our inner being. Put the key in your heart and open your
Connection to the higher
cosmos. Let the light flow into your
Vital consciousness, let the
colors that surround your aura
Radiate the greater
relationship we have with the Almighty.
For this is truly
The mystery
We all seek in the
Atlantean Healing Shrine.
In answer to a poem Debby wrote for me came this epic of spiritual
understanding woven with some of my past lives and future being
The beginning line of each stanza is a line from the poem
Debbie wrote for me. We inspire and are
teachers to each other on this plane of existence.
April 1991
The Embodiment of all Women
Some call me
Mother
I have risen out of the
Earth
And have sheltered many souls
With my warm bosom
Both children of my womb
And those who sought nurturing
From the four corners of the world
Some call me Warrior
Sword and shield of steel
I have gripped in hand
Blades clashed in Lemurian combat
Over causes to bleed and die for
Some real, others of paper death.
As Heto, I have defended them at whatever the cost
No sacrifice is too great for ideals.
Some call me Healer
Touches of the goddess
energy
I brought from beyond the
Galaxies of Argonia, as Leka,
Tracing fingers of light magic
Woven from all cosmic movements
For the needs of the common people.
Some call me Wisdom
I am worldly and physical learning
Putting
the pain and joy into feelings
I share
the intensity of the experience
With all
the parts of the one source.
The peace
of my soul comes from participating
With
detached objectiveness in all facets of life.
Oh,
yes, I have lived before
In
the past, present and future many times.
Throughout
the farthest regions of the Universe
In
the collective soul embodiment of all women.
Part
2.
Some call be Strong
I, Nexus, am a pillar of strength
Gentle,
calm in enduring silence
Meadows
of individual grasses waving
Together
make a tough shaft of woven fibers
Bound to
Egyptian soil with resilient love
Waiting
on the great Alexander in his tomb.
Some call be Brave
I wrestled demons and issues of my own making
Standing
against the foe and looking at him straight
In the
eye. Conscious intentions put to the
knife
Laying
them shredded and tattered in the basket of justice.
But, I,
Peter of Spain, lost to the church
And was
put to death in Roman prisons.
Some call me Spirit
I am the essence of all life
The
pirana breath that constantly
Comes
from the Divine source
And
passes through me into all humanity
Making
it grow and bond all colors
And
cultures as one in God’s eye.
Some call me Eagle
I am the
Lady Eagle alert to the gathering.
Talon
and feather preened for flight
Black
onyx eyes ready to carry visions home
Regal
and fearsome to behold I sit
Wing
outstretched waiting for the sunset
Before
launching into the night voyage.
Oh, yes, I have taken flight and soared on high
To and from the past, present and future
Through the darkness that comes not only at night
To
the collective soul embodiment of all women.
Part 3
Some call me Woman
I am full of love, warm
breathing flesh
Temptress of Pa, guardian of pleasure
Comfort in the cradle of the heated thigh
I bring pure whole passion and fire to you
I raise the energy of life to complete
The cycles of fulfillment.
Some call me Sister
Temples of Crete sing to me, the Priestess
The cry of the Minoan bull can be
Heard over the crystal Aegean waters.
The sea holds the entrance to the black gate
Sealing forever the fate of our sisterhood.
Only I hold the key to our souls’ release.
Some call me Daughter
Horses fly past the hills
stirring the air with thunder
My hair of black, strands waving, dances with the wind
Buckskin graces the curves of my small light body
Young and loved, Daughter of time long ago
Granddaughter of all moons, I am ‘Light of the Rising
Dawn’
Drown beneath the water, never to return again to the
shore.
Some call me Crone
I find passage out of density clear before me
The homebound journey from Earth draws near
I point my knotted finger to the stars and
Reach of Orion, the great belt of jewels that crown
The heavens with her beckoning light, I am old and bent,
A time traveler returning at last to the Pleiades.
Oh, yes, I am the ancient river flowing, the dragoness
that holds
The life force of Earth’s past, present and future
All of these lives mine and none, but all of them
Found in the collective soul embodiment of all women.
This is the end of the third volume of poetry. Click back to enjoy the volume 4,
‘Take a Helping of this a Painful of That’ as the plot thickens with
the love affair
and healing the wounds of my heart.
This volume contains verse to help digest the hurt of unpalatable relationships