posted November 18, 2007 11:07 AM         

I trodded through
a darkened wood
through the jumbled
pathway of a mind

Musky smells
Mysterious sounds
Invading my senses
all around

I paced this ground

Such unearthly quiet
was heard among the noise
ever beckoning wonder
of the message it would gift
to the humbled listener
who strained so eager to hear
such sound long forgotten
to the quest-ioning ear

A clearing
is a bright open miracle
to the unexpected

and only found
when one wanders
off the pathway
to untrodden ground

Leaving behind
what one
thought one had found

Such exhilarating splendor
stepping out
under the opening sky

a fresh breath
an invitation
to leap
to smile
to fly

Such freedom
the clearing espies

an unhindered haven
to the welcoming eye.

posted November 18, 2007 11:10 AM         

"It's like a birth --
out of the darkness, into the Light.
All is new and before you, urging exploration.
Changes aren't necessary when Life is anew.
Clarity of new Wonder breathes sunlight into the skin,
birthing an Existance."

"A snake shedding its skin suddenly...on its way to the river,"
he thought to himself aloud.

She smiled gently, to herself.
He understands.

Clearings aren't discovered -- they happen.
In those darkest hours, when Time has lost track
of rays so long unseen.
One day after another...
until All inner collectivity
just STOPS
and the Soul ceases
its frantic Query.

You may count those moments
on your hand......as you look back
to what has brought you here.

And See.....
And Bless.....
And Believe.....

In happenings once again.

posted November 18, 2007 11:19 AM         

As a soul picks its
gait along the path,
so it manifests
Cross Roads and Clearings.

All dead-ends are illusions.
There are only
detours along the way.

A soul's pathway
is not set in stone
but by the malleable,
illusionary material
of a rambling Being.
Altering landscapes
and surrounding
with inner vision
of the moment.

A Cross Road is a choice
on not where to go,
nor what to do
rather, how to Be.

Whereas a Clearing
appears so easy,
like a sextile
or a trine...
just There.
Suddenly you Are,
and even unaware of how...
just Are.
A gift so amazingly
miraculous and precious
in time.

Cross Roads are gifts as well
yet more intune to opposition.
The potentials are abundant,
yet a little effort in Being
need be applied.

When these Cross Roads?
Why?
You had been so keen
to be observant on your path.
Alert to pitfalls and stones
that would trip your way.
Just when you eased your gait
and felt you may relax~
the Cross Road.
The Fork in the Road
appears before you,
beckoning you onwards
to pathways unknown.

Just detours.
Relax
and in the silence of
Your Self,
you may listen...let go.

This is Your gift to BE.

posted November 18, 2007 02:04 PM         

Good to have you and your thoughts here.

Love,
GG