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journey


grand fantasy set free to wander
vibrant perfumes call to wander,
to stray.


so far
I wander without home
but that clear, quiet salvation
hiding like Moonlight
unmasked in my mind.


let your mind drift and wander
fall into infinite awareness
take a leisurely stroll through
what feels good, right, beautiful


Melodies layered through ages;
written on mighty, sacred wind;
told like Homeric verse
by the wanderers -


Dawn's pink-purple hue
breaks through over time
while I wander in dreaming.
What could be true?


To wander clothed for travel, no map, destination.
Direction, decision, matters of whim or instant’s serendipity.


Happy adventure
creating mayhem silly and brave
wandering worlds,


my
destination, wandering
(not lost)
magic’s universe.
Sparkling space fulfilling
night eyes,
endless need for wonder.


Candles burn within dark halls.
Sparks of wisdom engrave walls.
Vision churned from flame enthralls.
Wander Earth, as scryer’s eyes.
Watch wonders play under charmed skies.


Twirl me a tale.
Cavort your magic.
Give grand excuse for applause.
Take me wandering where I can believe.
While we wait upon that most precious
of adventures.



 the glimmering?
Magick's sea through which I now may travel, native soul
returned, having earned my keep, my long journeyman's
wage. I have looked at age, a deep reflective pond.
A wild road calls, beyond this threshold, sculpted by
oceanic power, rifts and meteors.


she set forth her flames,
her sorcerer lore, her alchemic runes
so she'd know who to honor, to break
and to blame,
what she'd been made for,
her journey, her tools.


Daisies, bright blooming weeds,
mellifluous, grand.
Whoosh! Genie arms wide into flight
above foam and sea.
Beyond fear,
absorbed by awareness -- sheer horizon
confined by no mind, eyes
or reason.


I see within my eyes distant seas and shores,
forest fae blinking in the haze,
journeys rending years into days.


sail unfathomed sea.
Journey discovery’s maze curious, free.
Easy found trades, winds selling seeds.
Back to the gardens of pagan lore --
earth, air, sun, and transforming water.
We wander trails of potent destiny,
telling the tale,


I want to be bodysurfing
the storm,
madly dancing in the rain,
cast off from restrictive form ...
I want to taste sweet grapes
break crisply;
Embark on a journey of ecstasy
to be all I have
thought to be


Journey inward
to see what
stories appear


Journeys carry forward dreams.
Lost or found not as it seems.
No true ends, nor beginnings.
Fair or foul, both bring winnings
dependent on emerging themes.


Movable fire for warmth and seeing.
Fire as friend, staunch companion of
journeyers.


To know we each see differently, and that a wonder to behold
Gifting visions as they unfold, float acrobatic up, adjacent, touch,
glide under, then retold changed from journeying


Bella turns, laughs, waves:
“Enjoy the journey.”
Squanders hours, shamelessly
wanders unfazed


Glimmers and gleams
guide fair and far, destiny as desire.
Gift of dared journey, loft destination.
Stare deeply, breathe piquantly, aspire
and win.
Outside in the great divide


Blazing all around
Miles from bare ground
Journeying upon a vessel rare
Silently I sing
To hold remembering
Magic castles in the air.


 A journey of a thousand destinies
 Written deep within your soul
 Traveling daily through all the possibilities
 Which are the parts that make you whole?


The game journeys on.

Rising gold Sun absorbs mist.
A righteous dawn.
The smell of enduring prairie after
the train's rushed through.
On this side of the bars,
life is slow,
awaiting judgment.


Journeying around the realm of bliss does not deny experience
from other sources. It helps to clarify lines, strings, coloration
outside of fraudulent choice to kill or be killed.


Notes from an ongoing journey of transformation, using language to capture visionary imagery. Complex, metaphysical, reflective -- pieces embroidered in faery dust, others engraved in lead that alchemically turns to gold.


Eternities' glow, transform, trip fantastic light
Timeless journeys cycle into life
We breathe, entangle air and Earth
perceive other stars and hearts, wishes
to believe our fates have fire


It may feather touch so swiftly
Hopeful trepidation
Fearful wonder
Wordless yearning
A circling bird form
Enticement to unfurl forgotten wings
to join the flight, the journey's call from
insulation into exultation



    Hope emanates, flows into form.
 hope for noble stories,
soul destiny, journey of humanity
    Another day dawns and lingers.
    We journey on.


to see that journey made while on the run and
where it’s taken, what it’s written, how it spun
a tale of destiny


journey, path, experience
metaphoric life in throes of meaning
gentle journey
ebullient path
myriad experience
ribboned and honored as art
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Movable fire for warmth and seeing.
Fire as friend, staunch companion of
journeyers.

Melodies layered through ages;
written on mighty, sacred wind;
told like Homeric verse
by the wanderers -
Dawn's pink-purple hue
breaks through over time
What could be true?

Grand fantasy set free to wander
so far;
vibrant perfumes call to wander,
to stray.
Home
but that clear, quiet salvation
hiding like Moonlight
unmasked as minds
drift, take a leisurely stroll through
what feels good, right, beautiful
fall into infinite awareness.

Happy adventure
creating mayhem silly and brave
wandering worlds.

(not lost)
magic’s universe --
sparkling space fulfilling
night eyes’,
endless need for wonder.

To wander clothed for travel, no map, destination.
Direction, decision, matters of whim or instant’s serendipity.

Candles burn within dark halls.
Sparks of wisdom engrave walls.
Vision churned from flame enthralls,
as scryer’s eyes
watch wonders play under charmed skies.

Twirl me a tale.
Cavort your magic.
Give grand excuse for applause.
Take me where I can believe.
While we wait upon that most precious
of adventures.

The glimmering?
Magick's sea through which I now may travel, native soul
returned, having earned my keep, my long journeyman's
wage. I have looked at age, a deep reflective pond.
A wild road calls, beyond this threshold, sculpted by
oceanic power, rifts and meteors.

Daisies, bright blooming weeds,
mellifluous, grand.
Whoosh! Genie arms wide into flight
above foam and sea.
Beyond fear,
absorbed by awareness -- sheer horizon
confined by no mind, eyes
or reason.

I see within my eyes distant seas and shores,
forest fae blinking in the haze,
journeys rending years into days.

Sail unfathomed sea.
Journey discovery’s maze curious, free.
Easy found trades, winds selling seeds.
Back to the gardens of pagan lore --
earth, air, sun, and transforming water.
We wander trails of potent destiny,
telling the tale.

I want to be bodysurfing
the storm,
madly dancing in the rain,
cast off from restrictive form ...
I want to taste sweet grapes
break crisply;
Embark on a journey of ecstasy
to be all I have
thought to be
Journey inward
to see what
stories appear.

she set forth her flames,
her sorcerer lore, her alchemic runes
so she'd know who to honor, to break
and to blame,
what she'd been made for,
her journey, her tools

Journeys carry forward dreams.
Lost or found not as it seems.
No true ends, nor beginnings.
Fair or foul, both bring winnings
dependent on emerging themes.

Fortune turns, laughs, waves:
“Enjoy the journey.”
Squanders hours, shamelessly
wanders unfazed

To know we each see differently, and that a wonder to behold
Gifting visions as they unfold, float acrobatic up, adjacent, touch,
glide under, then retold changed from journeying

Glimmers and gleams
guide fair and far, destiny as desire.
Gift of dared journey, loft destination.
Stare deeply, breathe piquantly, aspire
and win.
Outside in the great divide

Journeying around the realm of bliss does not deny experience
from other sources. It helps to clarify lines, strings, coloration
outside of fraudulent choice to kill or be killed.

Blazing all around
Miles from bare ground
Journeying upon a vessel rare
Silently I sing
To hold remembering
Magic castles in the air.


Notes from an ongoing journey of transformation,
using language to capture visionary imagery.
Complex, metaphysical, reflective --
embroidered in faery dust,
others engraved in lead that alchemically turns to gold.


Eternities' glow, transform, trip fantastic light
Timeless journeys cycle into life
We breathe, entangle air and Earth
perceive other stars and hearts, wishes
to believe our fates have fire

journey made while on the run
where it’s taken, what it’s written, how it spun
a tale of destiny
It may feather touch so swiftly
Hopeful trepidation
Fearful wonder
Wordless yearning
A circling bird form
Enticement to unfurl forgotten wings
to join the flight, the journey's call from
insulation into exultation

A journey of a thousand destinies
Written deep within your soul
Traveling daily through all the possibilities
Which are the parts that make you whole?

The game journeys on.

Rising gold Sun absorbs mist.
A righteous dawn.
The smell of enduring prairie after
the train's rushed through.
On this side of the bars,
life is slow,
awaiting judgment.

    Hope emanates, flows into form.
hope for noble stories,
soul destiny of humanity
    Another day dawns and lingers.
    We journey on.




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Movable fire for warmth and vision.
Flame as friend, staunch companion of
journeyers.
Candles burn within dark halls.
Sparks of wisdom engrave walls.
Vision churned from flame enthralls,
as scryer’s eyes
watch wonders play under charmed skies.

Dawn's pink-purple hue
breaks through over time
What could be true?

Melodies layered through ages;
written on mighty, sacred wind;
told like Homeric verse
by the wanderers -
Grand fantasy set free to wander
so far;
vibrant perfumes call to stray.

Home
but that clear, quiet salvation
hiding like Moonlight
unmasked as minds drift,
fall into infinite awareness,
take a leisurely stroll through
what feels good, right, beautiful.
Happy adventure
wandering worlds.
(not lost)
magic’s universe --
sparkling space fulfilling
night eyes’
endless need for wonder.

To wander clothed for travel, no map, destination.
Direction, decision, matters of whim or instant’s serendipity.

Twirl me a tale.
Cavort your magic.
Give grand excuse for applause.
Take me where I can believe,
while we wait upon that most precious
of adventures.

The glimmering?
Magick's sea through which I now may travel, native soul
returned, having earned my keep, my long journeyman's
wage. I have looked at age, a deep reflective pond.
A wild road calls, beyond this threshold, sculpted by
oceanic power, rifts and meteors.

Daisies, bright blooming weeds,
mellifluous, grand.
Whoosh! Genie arms wide into flight
above foam and sea.
Beyond fear,
absorbed by awareness -- sheer horizon
confined by no mind, eyes
or reason.

within my eyes distant seas and shores,
forest fae blinking in the haze,
journeys rending years into days

Sail unfathomed sea,
discovery’s maze curious, free.
Easy found trades, winds selling seeds.
Back to the gardens of pagan lore --
earth, air, sun, and transforming water.
We wander trails of potent destiny,
telling the tale.

bodysurfing
the storm,
madly dancing in the rain,
cast off from restrictive form ...
to taste sweet grapes
break crisply;
embark on a journey of ecstasy
to be all I have
thought to be
Journey inward
to see what
stories appear.

Journeys carry forward dreams.
Lost or found not as it seems.
No true ends, nor beginnings.
Fair or foul, both bring winnings
dependent on emerging themes.

Fortune turns, laughs, waves:
“Enjoy the journey.”
Squanders hours, shamelessly
wanders unfazed.

To know we each see differently, and that a wonder to behold
Gifting visions as they unfold, float acrobatic up, adjacent, touch,
glide under, then retold
changed from journeying

Glimmers and gleams
guide fair and far, destiny as desire.
Gift of dared journey, loft destination.
Stare deeply, breathe piquantly, aspire
and win.
Outside in the great divide

Journeying around the realm of bliss does not deny experience
from other sources. It helps to clarify lines, strings, coloration
outside of fraudulent choice to kill or be killed.

Blazing all around
Miles from bare ground
Journeying upon a vessel rare
Silently I sing
To hold remembering
Magic castles in the air.


Notes from an ongoing journey of transformation,
using language to capture visionary imagery.
Complex, metaphysical, reflective --
embroidered in faery dust,
others engraved in lead that alchemically turns to gold.


Eternities' glow, transform, trip fantastic light
Timeless journeys cycle into life
We breathe, entangle air and Earth
perceive other stars and hearts, wishes
to believe our fates have fire

journey made while on the run
where it’s taken, what it’s written, how it spun
a tale of destiny
It may feather touch so swiftly
Hopeful trepidation
Fearful wonder
Wordless yearning
A circling bird form
Enticement to unfurl forgotten wings
to join the flight, the journey's call from
insulation into exultation

A journey of a thousand destinies
Written deep within your soul
Traveling daily through all the possibilities
Which are the parts that make you whole?

The game journeys on.

Rising gold Sun absorbs mist.
A righteous dawn.
The smell of enduring prairie after
the train's rushed through.
On this side of the bars,
life is slow,
awaiting judgment.

    Hope emanates, flows into form.
hope for noble stories,
soul destiny of humanity
    Another day dawns and lingers.
    We journey on.







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Before integral threads unfurled,

feral forces churned, thrashed in

throes of creation.

Telescoping backward,

chaotic magic

riotous storms.

Over vast escapade,

threads weave into fabric.

Recognizable forms

coalesce into destinies.


Candles burn within dark halls.
Sparks of wisdom engrave walls.
Vision churned from flame enthralls.
As scryer’s eyes watch wonders play
under charmed skies,
doorway into sacred revelation -- severe, profound,
grabs from beneath the conscious realm.

Movable fire for warmth and vision.
Flame as friend, staunch companion of
journeyers.

Phoenix Fire fills open hearts.
Adaptable, to align with intention,
to ignite.
Potent flame to succor, exalt
we who hath endured tribulation,
to flow with natural progression
perpetually cast toward consciousness.
Dance to the music of passion.
Avenge the angst of life's attractions.
Get caught up in the lava flow,
burning to spend and leap without reserve.
Feed on what feeds your blossoming,
infinite bliss,
the whole of the real.

Now escapes,
running into future skyscapes,
closer than this moment
as it slips
into one more.
Age, a deep reflective pond.
Redefinition, delineation, demarcation,
all the places of possibility --

Let your mind drift and wander.
Take a leisurely stroll through
what feels good, right, beautiful...

To wander clothed for travel, no map, destination;
direction found in whim or instant’s serendipity.
Arms wide into flight
above foam and sea,
absorbed by awareness.
A wild road calls, beyond this threshold, sculpted by
oceanic power, rifts and meteors.

Epic journeys cycle into each successive now.

Twin jugglers set our stage.
Nature and nurture combine,
entwine with trails inside.
Take up the tale, my star lit dear,
of how we now have wandered here.
Now’s waiting; don’t be late.

We wander trails of potent destiny,
telling the tale,
bodysurfing the storm,
madly dancing in the rain,
cast off from restrictive form ...
to taste sweet grapes
break crisply;
embark on a journey of ecstasy
to be all, every
thought to be,
enticement to unfurl forgotten wings
to join the flight, the call
into exultation.

A journey of a thousand destinies
written deep within your soul;
traveling daily through all the possibilities,
which are the parts that make you whole?

Forward from here.
    Hope emanates, flows into form --
hope for noble stories,
soul destiny of humanity.

    Another day dawns and lingers.
    We journey on.

Last edited by libramoon, Nov/29/2021, 4:51 pm
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Re: journey


Before integral threads unfurled,

feral forces churned, thrashed in

throes of creation.

Telescoping backward,

chaotic magic

riotous storms.

Over vast escapade,

threads weave into fabric.

Recognizable forms

coalesce into destinies.


Candles burn within dark halls.
Sparks of wisdom engrave walls.
Vision churned from flame enthralls.
Doorway into sacred revelation -- severe, profound,
grabs from beneath the conscious realm.

Movable fire for warmth and vision.
Flame as friend, staunch companion of
journeyers.

Phoenix Fire fills open hearts.
Potent flame to succor, exalt,
to flow with natural progression,
adaptive, to align with intention,
to ignite.
Perpetually cast toward consciousness,
dance to the music of passion.
Avenge the angst of life's attractions.
Get caught up in the lava flow,
burning to spend and leap without
resistance.
Feed on what feeds your blossoming,
infinite bliss,
the whole of the real.

Now escapes,
running into future skyscapes,
closer than this moment
as it slips
into one more.

Let your mind drift and wander.
Take a leisurely stroll through
what feels good, right, beautiful...

To wander clothed for travel, no map, destination;
direction found in whim or instant’s serendipity.
Arms wide into flight
above foam and sea,
absorbed by awareness.
Epic journeys cycle into each successive now.
Age translates, a deep reflective pond,
all the places of possibility --
A wild road calls, beyond this threshold, sculpted by
oceanic power, rifts and meteors.


Twin jugglers set our stage.
Nature and nurture combine,
entwine with trails inside.
Take up the tale, my star lit dear,
of how we now have wandered here.
Now’s waiting; don’t be late.

We wander trails of potent destiny,
telling the tale,
bodysurfing the storm,
madly dancing in the rain,
cast off from restrictive form ...
to taste sweet grapes
break crisply;
embark on a journey of ecstasy
to be all, every
thought to be,
enticement to unfurl forgotten wings
to join the flight, the call
into exultation.

A journey of a thousand destinies
written deep within your soul;
traveling daily through all the possibilities,
which are the parts that make you whole?

Forward from here.
    Hope emanates, flows into form --
hope for noble stories,
soul destiny of humanity.

    Another day dawns and lingers.
    We journey on.

Last edited by libramoon, Dec/3/2021, 6:17 pm
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Before integral threads unfurled,
 
feral forces churned, thrashed in
 
throes of creation.
 
Telescoping backward,
 
chaotic magic
 
riotous storms.
 
Over vast escapade,
 
threads weave into fabric.
 
Recognizable forms
 
coalesce into destinies.
 
 
Candles burn within dark halls.
Sparks of wisdom engrave walls.
Vision churned from flame enthralls.
Doorway into sacred revelation -- severe, profound,
grabs from beneath the conscious realm.
 
Movable fire for warmth and vision.
Flame as friend, staunch companion of
journeyers.
 
Phoenix Fire fills open hearts.
Potent flame to succor, exalt,
to flow with natural progression,
adaptive, to align with intention,
to ignite.
Perpetually cast toward consciousness,
dance to the music of passion.
Avenge the angst of life's attractions.
Get caught up in the lava flow,
burning to spend and leap without
resistance.
Feed on what feeds your blossoming,
infinite bliss,
the whole of the real.
 
Now escapes,
running into future skyscapes,
closer than this moment
as it slips
into one more.
 
Let your mind drift and wander.
Take a leisurely stroll through
what feels good, right, beautiful...
 
To wander clothed for travel, no map, destination;
direction found in whim or instant’s serendipity.
A wild road calls, beyond this threshold.
Arms wide into flight
above foam and sea,
absorbed by awareness.

Age, a deep reflective pond,
translates all the places of possibility --
 
 
Twin jugglers set our stage.
Nature and nurture combine,
entwine with trails inside.
Take up the tale, my star lit dear,
of how we now have wandered here.
Now’s waiting; don’t be late.

 Epic journeys cycle into each successive now.
We wander trails of potent destiny,
telling the tale,
bodysurfing the storm,
madly dancing in the rain,
cast off from restrictive form ...
to taste sweet grapes
break crisply;
embark on a journey of ecstasy
to be all, every
thought to be,
enticement to unfurl forgotten wings
to join the flight, the call
into exultation.
 
A journey of a thousand destinies
written deep within your soul;
traveling daily through all the possibilities,
which are the parts that make you whole?
 
Forward from here.
    Hope emanates, flows into form --
hope for noble stories,
soul destiny of humanity.
 
    Another day dawns and lingers.
    We journey on.
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