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time climb wise queen



 breathing higher air.
No need to share with those who
daren't climb.
Breathe, meditate.
Build dream towers to climb to
not content to seek what comes
easily.
I swim stormy seas, climb rocky spires, sometimes pretend
to conform while I investigate the scene.
Winter born, Saturn ruled, not a saint nor a fool,
Mountains beg to be climbed.
But at peak there’s descent, and
back in town there’s the rent,
and it’s endless, the grime, the grind.
 steep stone climb
 Exaltation, daring
to swoop, touch, climb
Climbing arduously into this
complicated world
Depths of loss, of emptiness
too slick with tears for climbing
Back, behind, terrors that made us wise.
Over yonder slope, who knows what stories
left to find, to climb upon, to ride in wonder.
 Take a good, hard look at just where you want to be
 and get going. There are beautiful vistas to climb to.
The wise goat climbs with care.


In augured days of transformation,
blind scramble to climb past scorned station,
to fall enthralled into creation,
express as highest wave vibration.
Toppled over by savage wonder,
supine praise with gracious honor,
time expands to vastly ponder
who we truly are.
We learn to stand together,
celebrate our rising star,
 wise, welcomes adventure or whatever arrives.
 wise enough to seek treasure
of intimacy
Maybe we will fall apart, fall out, fall back into
lonely disrepute. Maybe we will create something beautiful,
wonderful, a theatre of joy and deeply layered meaning.
Maybe we will have a chapter of our lives to write about,
recreate as art, when we are old and trying to be wise.
What do I know, just a creature of the night streets
acting out building a nest for winter. Underground, cozy in
dirt and stone, creepy crawly creatures without costumes
and masks to appear normal, naked in the act of love.
  Hope for happy childhood cut from
her early, she eschews illusion. Strong, brave, self-aware,
brilliantly adaptive, resiliently imaginative, even wise,
she understands that every day is a war to survive.
Buddha-like compassion,
saintly wise, learned in cycles
of conscious labor, blessed bliss
Every act from which we're gleaning,
 Every sack that we must sow
 Gives rise to tides that make us wise;
 Gives humor chance for binding wounds.
The wise, in their compassion,
may suffer unhealing wounds
of painful knowledge;
 the wise one winked “No blame.”
while wheeling outside reach of stage.
set aflame
resurrected
tempered mettle,
pure, wise, tested
engorged with the will
to rise


social beings
 kind, unreasonably wise, a vision of grace
Ahead, yonder slope’s approach and climb.
What legends left to find will
take us in?
The adults who grow through their initiations,
ritual scars, climb into manhood, womanhood,
know only a temporal ladder to ordered positions,
attitudes;
Climb past the clouds,
among stars and moonbeams.


Slowly turning toward wise belief, pausing at this door,
portal to awesome wonderment, pure radiant bliss
dispelling knots of pain and betrayal.
Magnetic psyche searing brand,
archetype of mystic revelations carried through
into the world of Man -- I come to the promised land


wise
in the ways of demons,
oracles, gypsy Queens,
ascend into sacred muse-ways.
Every day a new day,
standing ground against a grinding
down to profit’s dust.
weathered, withered, wise.
Listen, be risen
May wise rapprochement emerge, endure.
*
Ease of peace in contemplation, bliss of
transcendent imagery, artful conversation.
Heart strings ring in symphonic actuation.
Bring forward radiant pools of welcoming
within cooperation, reflections change.
feel a part of a grander destiny
we join in planning; act with justice
that belies hate -- demands wise
understanding?
A feast of solace, wildly wise
my story spins toward peace.
 fine brave souls learning to become
strong and wise on their journeys through
worlds and trials and treasures. Let us listen
to their adventures, taking on their faces and
forms in a reality play. Let us learn to usurp the
sickened royals and become a people healthy,
graceful, brave, energized by the creative fire.

One does not become wise as a finishing point.
One acquires wisdom all the way through,
 bit by bit, sometimes in torrents,
but there is always more to come.
 a time for the simple and natural
A time for anointing the soul in peace
the embodiment of impervious authority,
ancient, wise, steeped in experience,
archetypal. She is not cruel, but may seem so.
She is just. She has built her world of ice and
knows it intimately.
before we are given our missions,
sent forward in time
we must be ready
without map or guidebook to prepare
we must rise to the challenge
endure the patience to exercise
control over every capillary,
every synapse,
every atom of our being


It is learning to make of the whole sad cacophony
discrete instruments of harmony, of divine symphony
to find, realize, act with
impeccable integrity
as child or Queen
or someone between
Rocky hazards face all who
walk this ridge.
Take it slow; let time wait.
Patience prevails
to build


Immersed, made into a person, a defined moving space,
bound in time, mesmerized roughly, softly,
swirling colors, voices, hands demanding

Outcast from warm womb, safe discipline, of
tribal faith
to create from beyond common form,
the pain of separation, bravery called by
life's instinctual desire,
tricks of the trade.
Within this sad parade --
the human will to cure, kill, carry on
courageous --

A snow-white light on field's relief
 To countenance divine belief.
 The image of a wishful star:
 A steady shine -- but still so far.
 The nights of hope; the days of pain
 And on and on, that old refrain
 We are the heart, the soul, the spleen
 We are all we've known, done and seen
 We are the time that marches on
 With much to do before we're gone.


That meat-suit we use for interface, to find and absorb sustenance,
input that makes us dependent on a scientifically defined world,
magically transcended, hours transformed outside of measurement,
of time.
Who would you be, what would you do,
if time and space were infinite?
a tribal stew of sustenance
warm spirit and body
through the dark times,
built on timber, built on years
of sun, storm, forces claimed
and reconfigured to bring us here.
Quiescent summit of hero’s mountain
soothed by view of waves, of distant heights.
Currents lift to flow, falling
to rise.
Symbols,
wisdom releasing
over transits of Time.
manifest the intention
give birth to form and substance
give meaning to the here and now that expands into times unknown?

How do we have meaning that stands true and real
that stands the test of time
counting out the chimes as if time were treasure
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Re: time climb wise queen


Winter born, Saturn ruled, not a saint nor a fool.
I swim stormy seas, climb rocky spires, sometimes pretend
to conform while I investigate the scene,
not content to seek what comes
easily.
Breathing higher air.
Breathe, meditate.
Build dream towers to climb to.
There are beautiful vistas.
Take a good, hard look at where you want to be
and get going.
The wise goat climbs with care.
No need to share with those who
daren't climb.



Mountains beg to be climbed.
But at peak there’s descent, and
back in town there’s the rent,
and it’s endless, the grime, the grind.
Climbing steep stone into this
complicated world.
Exaltation, daring to swoop, touch,
depths of loss, of emptiness
too slick with tears.
Back, behind, terrors that made us wise.
Over yonder slope, who knows what stories
left to find, to ride in wonder.


In augured days of transformation,
blind scramble to bypass scorned station,
to fall enthralled into creation,
express as highest wave vibration.
Time expands to vastly ponder
who we truly are.
We learn to stand together,
welcome adventure or whatever arrives,
wise enough to seek treasure
of intimacy, celebrate our rising star.
Maybe we will fall apart, fall out, fall back into
lonely disrepute. Maybe we will create something beautiful.
Wonderful, a theatre of joy and deeply layered meaning!
Maybe we will have a chapter of our lives to write about,
recreate as art, when we are old and trying to be wise.
What do I know, just a creature of the night streets
building a nest for winter. Underground, cozy in
dirt and stone, creepy crawly creatures without costumes
and masks to appear normal.
Strong, brave, self-aware,
adaptive, resilient, even wise --
understand that every day is a war to survive.
Buddha-like compassion, learned in cycles
of conscious labor, blessed bliss.
Every act from which we're gleaning,
Every sack that we must sow
Gives rise to tides that make us wise.
The wise, in their compassion,
may suffer unhealing wounds
of painful knowledge
the wise one winked “No blame.”
while wheeling outside reach of stage.
set aflame
resurrected
tempered mettle,
pure, wise, tested
engorged with the will
to rise


social beings
kind, unreasonably wise, a vision of grace
Ahead, yonder slope’s approach and climb.
What legends left to find will
take us in?
The adults who grow through their initiations,
ritual scars, climb into manhood, womanhood,
know only a temporal ladder to ordered positions,
attitudes;
Climb past the clouds,
among stars and moonbeams.


Slowly turning toward wise belief, pausing at this door,
portal to awesome wonderment, pure radiant bliss
dispelling knots of pain and betrayal.
Magnetic psyche searing brand,
archetype of mystic revelations carried through
into the world of Man -- I come to the promised land


wise
in the ways of demons,
oracles, gypsy Queens,
ascend into sacred muse-ways.
Every day a new day,
standing ground against a grinding
down to profit’s dust.
weathered, withered, wise.
Listen, be risen
May wise rapprochement emerge, endure.
*
Ease of peace in contemplation, bliss of
transcendent imagery, artful conversation.
Heart strings ring in symphonic actuation.
Bring forward radiant pools of welcoming
within cooperation, reflections change.
feel a part of a grander destiny
we join in planning; act with justice
that belies hate -- demands wise
understanding?
A feast of solace, wildly wise
my story spins toward peace.
fine brave souls learning to become
strong and wise on their journeys through
worlds and trials and treasures. Let us listen
to their adventures, taking on their faces and
forms in a reality play. Let us learn to usurp the
sickened royals and become a people healthy,
graceful, brave, energized by the creative fire.

One does not become wise as a finishing point.
One acquires wisdom all the way through,
bit by bit, sometimes in torrents,
but there is always more to come.
a time for the simple and natural
A time for anointing the soul in peace
the embodiment of impervious authority,
ancient, wise, steeped in experience,
archetypal. She is not cruel, but may seem so.
She is just. She has built her world of ice and
knows it intimately.
before we are given our missions,
sent forward in time
we must be ready
without map or guidebook to prepare
we must rise to the challenge
endure the patience to exercise
control over every capillary,
every synapse,
every atom of our being


It is learning to make of the whole sad cacophony
discrete instruments of harmony, of divine symphony
to find, realize, act with
impeccable integrity
as child or Queen
or someone between
Rocky hazards face all who
walk this ridge.
Take it slow; let time wait.
Patience prevails
to build


Immersed, made into a person, a defined moving space,
bound in time, mesmerized roughly, softly,
swirling colors, voices, hands demanding

Outcast from warm womb, safe discipline, of
tribal faith
to create from beyond common form,
the pain of separation, bravery called by
life's instinctual desire,
tricks of the trade.
Within this sad parade --
the human will to cure, kill, carry on
courageous --

A snow-white light on field's relief
To countenance divine belief.
The image of a wishful star:
A steady shine -- but still so far.
The nights of hope; the days of pain
And on and on, that old refrain
We are the heart, the soul, the spleen
We are all we've known, done and seen
We are the time that marches on
With much to do before we're gone.


That meat-suit we use for interface, to find and absorb sustenance,
input that makes us dependent on a scientifically defined world,
magically transcended, hours transformed outside of measurement,
of time.
Who would you be, what would you do,
if time and space were infinite?
a tribal stew of sustenance
warm spirit and body
through the dark times,
built on timber, built on years
of sun, storm, forces claimed
and reconfigured to bring us here.
Quiescent summit of hero’s mountain
soothed by view of waves, of distant heights.
Currents lift to flow, falling
to rise.
Symbols,
wisdom releasing
over transits of Time.
manifest the intention
give birth to form and substance
give meaning to the here and now that expands into times unknown?

How do we have meaning that stands true and real
that stands the test of time
counting out the chimes as if time were treasure
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Winter born, Saturn ruled, not a saint nor a fool.
I swim stormy seas, climb rocky spires, sometimes pretend
to conform while I investigate the scene,
not content to seek what comes
easily.
Build dream towers to climb to, beautiful vistas.
Take a good, hard look at where you want to be
and get going.
Mountains beg to be climbed.
Climbing steep stone into this
complicated world.
Exaltation, daring to swoop, touch,
depths of loss, of emptiness
too slick with tears.
Back, behind, terrors that made us wise.
Over yonder slope, who knows what stories
left to find, to ride in wonder.
Breathing higher air.
Breathe, meditate
The wise goat climbs with care.

Time expands to vastly ponder who we truly are.
We learn to welcome adventure or whatever arrives.
Maybe we will create something beautiful,
wonderful, a theatre of joy and deeply layered meaning!
Maybe we will have chapters of our lives to
recreate as art, when we are old, seeking wisdom in
our memories.
Strong, brave, adaptive, resilient,
Buddha-like compassion, learned in cycles
of conscious labor, blessed bliss.
Every act from which we're gleaning,
Every sack that we must sow.
Resurrected tempered mettle,
engorged with the will to rise

Ahead, yonder slope’s approach and climb.
What legends left to find will take us in?
Who grow through their initiations,
ritual scars, know only a temporal ladder,
ordered positions, attitudes altitudes.

Slowly turning toward wise belief, pausing at this door,
portal to awesome wonderment, pure radiant bliss
dispelling knots of pain and betrayal.
Archetype of mystic revelations carried through
into the world of Man -- I come to the promised land
Wise in the ways of demons, oracles, gypsy Queens,
standing ground against a grinding down to profit’s dust.
Weathered, withered, listen, be risen.
Ease of peace in contemplation, bliss of
transcendent imagery, artful conversation.
Bring forward radiant pools of welcoming;
feel a part of a grander destiny.
A feast of solace, wildly spins toward peace.
Learning to become strong and wise on journeys
through worlds and trials and treasures.
One does not become wise as a finishing point.
One acquires wisdom all the way, every day,
bit by bit, sometimes in torrents, but there is always
more to come.
A time for the simple and natural,
for anointing the soul in peace.
Given our missions, sent forward in time
we must be ready, without map or guidebook
to prepar, erise to the challenge, endure the patience
to exercise control over every capillary, every synapse,
every atom of our being.
It is learning to make of the whole sad cacophony
discrete instruments of harmony, of divine symphony
to find, realize, act with impeccable integrity.
Rocky hazards face all who walk this ridge.
Take it slow; let time wait.
Patience prevails.

Immersed, made into a person, a defined moving space,
bound in time, mesmerized roughly, softly,
outcast from warm womb, safe discipline, of
tribal faith, to create from beyond common form.
Within this sad parade -- the human will to cure, kill,
carry on courageous --

A snow-white light on field's relief
to countenance divine belief.
The image of a wishful star:
a steady shine -- but still so far.
The nights of hope; the days of pain
and on and on, that old refrain.
We are the time that marches on
With much to do before we're gone.
Counting out the chimes as if time were treasure.
Who would you be, what would you do,
if time and space were infinite?
Built on years of sun, storm, forces claimed
and reconfigured to bring us here.
Quiescent summit of hero’s mountain
soothed by view of waves, of distant heights.
Currents lift to flow, fall to rise.
Symbols, releasing over transits of Time
manifest the intention, give birth to form and substance,
give meaning to the here and now
that expands into times unknown.


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Winter born, Saturn ruled, not a saint nor a fool,
up rocky peaks, through stormy seas,
not content to seek what comes easily.
Take a good, hard road and get going.
Mountains beg to be climbed.
Steep stone into this world of woe and
exaltation, daring to swoop, touch depths
of loss, of emptiness slick with tears.
Behind, terrors that made us wise.
Over yonder slope, who knows what stories
left to find, to ride in wonder.
Breathing higher air,
the wise goat climbs with care.

Time expands to ponder,
to welcome adventure or whatever arrives.
Maybe something beautiful, wonderful,
a theatre of joy portraying deeply layered meaning!
Maybe chapters of complicated lives to
recreate as art, when old, seeking wisdom in
memories.
Strong, brave, adaptive, resilient,
Buddha-like compassion, learned in cycles
of conscious labor, blessed bliss.
Resurrected tempered mettle,
engorged with the will to rise again.

Ahead on the climb up this temporal ladder,
what legends left to find will take us in?
Slowly turning toward wise belief, pausing at this
portal to awe’s wonderment, pure radiant bliss
dispelling knots of pain and betrayal.
Archetype of mystic revelations carried through
into the world of Man to attain the promised land.
Wise in the ways of demons, oracles, gypsy Queens,
standing ground against a grinding down to profit’s dust.
Weathered, withered, listen, be risen.
Ease of peace in contemplation, bliss of
transcendent imagery, artful conversation.
Bring forward radiant pools of welcoming;
feel a part of a grander destiny.
Learning strength through worlds of trials
and treasures; solace wildly spins toward peace.
Not a finishing point, one acquires wisdom’s gifts
bit by bit, day by day, at times in torrents,
but always more.
Given our missions, sent forward in time,
we must be ready, without map or guidebook
to prepare, rise to the challenge, endure patience
to exercise control over every capillary, every synapse,
every atom of our being.
Time for the simple and natural,
for anointing the soul in peace.
It is learning to make of the whole sad cacophony
discrete instruments of harmony, of divine symphony
to find, realize, act with impeccable integrity.
Rocky hazards face all who walk this ridge.
Take it slow; let time wait.
Immersed, made into a person, a defined moving space,
bound in time, mesmerized, roughly, softly,
outcast from warm womb, safe discipline of
tribal faith, to create from beyond common form.
Within this sad parade -- the will to cure, kill,
carry on courageous --

A snow-white light on field's relief
to countenance divine belief.
The image of a wishful star:
a steady shine -- but still so far.
The nights of hope; the days of pain
and on and on, that old refrain.
We are the time that marches on
With much to do before we're gone.
Counting out the chimes as if time were treasure.
Who would you be, what would you do,
if time and space were infinite?
Built on years of sun, storm, forces claimed
and reconfigured to bring us here.
Quiescent summit of hero’s mountain
soothed by view of waves, of distant heights.
Currents lift to flow, fall to rise.
Symbols, releasing over transits of Time
manifest the intention, give birth to form and substance,
give meaning to the here and now
that expands into times unknown.


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Winter born, Saturn ruled, not a saint nor a fool,
over rocky peaks, through stormy seas,
not content to seek what comes easily.
Take a good, hard road and get going.
Mountains beg to be climbed.
Steep stone, this world of woe and
exaltation, daring to swoop, touch depths
of loss, of emptiness slick with tears.
Behind, terrors that made us wise.
Beyond yonder slope, who knows what stories
left to find, to ride in wonder.
Breathing higher air,
the wise goat climbs with care.

Time for calm regard, to ponder,
to welcome adventure or whatever arrives.
Maybe a ritual for gleaning
joy enriched deeply layered meaning!
Maybe chapters of multifaceted lives to
recreate as art, mining wisdom from
memories.
Strong, brave, adaptive, resilient,
Buddha-like compassion, learned in cycles
of conscious labor, blessed bliss.
Resurrected tempered mettle,
engorged with will to rise ever again.

Wise in the ways of demons, oracles, gypsy Queens,
standing ground against a grinding down to
sculptor’s dust.
Weathered, withered, listen, be risen.
Ahead on the climb up this temporal ladder,
what legends left to find will take us in?
Slowly turning toward enlightened reason,
pausing at this portal to awe.
Pure radiant bliss dispels knots of pain and betrayal.
Archetype of mystic revelations carried through
into the world of Man to attain the promised land.

Ease of peace in contemplation, bliss of
transcendent imagery, artful conversation,
radiant pools of welcoming grace,
part of a grander destiny – learning strength
through worlds of trials and treasures.
Not a finishing point, one acquires wisdom’s gifts
bit by bit, day by day, at times in torrents,
but always more. Solace wildly spins toward peace.
Time for the simple and natural, for anointing the soul
in calm reflection,
to make of the whole sad cacophony
discrete instruments of harmony, of divine symphony,
to act with impeccable integrity.
Rocky hazards face all who walk this ridge.
Take it slow; let time wait.
Immersed, made into a person, a defined moving space,
mesmerized, bound in measures. Outcast
from warm womb, safe discipline of tribal faith,
to create from beyond common form.
Within this sad parade -- the will to cure, kill,
carry on courageous --
Who would you be, what would you do,
if time and space were infinite?

The image of a wishful star:
a steady shine -- but still so far.
The nights of hope; the days of pain
and on and on, that old refrain.
Counting out the chimes as if time were treasure.
Built on years of sun, storm, forces claimed
and reconfigured to bring us here.
Quiescent summit of hero’s mountain
soothed by view of waves, of distant heights.
Currents lift to flow, fall to rise.
Symbols, releasing over transits of Time
manifest intention, give birth to form and substance,
give meaning to the here and now
that expands into millennia.




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10 John Wilhelm Photography ideas | wilhelm, photography, photo manipulation
https://i.pinimg.com/474x/e8/13/eb/e813eb5034414327f516932ef7c77b5d--emotional-photography-swiss-alps.jpg
 
Winter born, Saturn ruled, not a saint nor a fool,
over rocky peaks, through stormy seas,
not content to seek what comes easily.
Take a good, hard road and get going.
Mountains beg to be climbed.
Steep stone, this world of woe and
exaltation, daring to swoop, touch depths
of emptiness slick with tears.
Behind, terrors that made us wiser.
Beyond yonder slope, who knows what stories
left to find, to ride in wonder.
Breathing higher air,
the wise goat climbs with care.
 
Time for calm regard, to ponder,
to welcome adventure or whatever arrives.
Engage with ritual for gleaning
joy enriched deeply layered meaning!
Maybe recreate chapters from multifaceted lives --
art, mining treasure from memories.
Brave, adaptive, resilient, self-possessed;
Buddha-like compassion, learned in cycles
of conscious labor, blessed bliss.
Resurrected tempered mettle,
engorged with will to rise
ever again.
 
Wise in the ways of demons, oracles, gypsy Queens,
standing ground against a grinding down to
sculptor’s dust.
Weathered, withered, listen, be risen.
Ahead on the climb up this temporal ladder,
what legends left to find take us in?
Slowly turning toward enlightened reason,
pausing at this portal to awe.
Sacred bliss dispels knots of pain and betrayal.
Archetype of mystic revelations carried through
into the world of Man to attain the promised land.
 
Ease of peace in contemplation, transcendent
imagery, artful conversation,
radiant welcoming grace,
part of a grander destiny –
abiding through worlds of trials, bitter lessons.
Not a finishing point, one acquires wisdom’s gifts
bit by bit, day by day, at times in torrents,
but always more. Solace wildly spins toward peace.
Time for the simple and natural, for anointing the soul
in calm reflection,
to make of the whole sad cacophony
discrete instruments of harmony, of divine symphony,
to act with impeccable integrity.
Rocky hazards face all who walk this ridge.
Take it slow; let time wait.
Immersed, made into a person, a defined moving space,
mesmerized, bound in measures. Outcast
from safe discipline of tribal faith,
to create from beyond common form.
Within this mad parade -- the will to cure, kill,
carry on courageous --
 
The image of a wishful star:
a steady shine -- but still so far.
The nights of hope; the days of pain --
on and on, that old refrain.
Counting out the chimes as if time were treasure.
Built on years of sun, storm, forces claimed
and reconfigured to bring us here.
Quiescent summit of hero’s mountain
soothed by view of waves, of distant heights.
Currents lift to flow, fall to rise.
Symbols, releasing over transits of Time
manifest intention, give birth to form and substance,
give meaning to the here and now
that expands into ever after.
 
 
 

Capricorn Paintings (Page #3 of 6) | Pixels
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Weekly horoscope for July 19 – July 26 – your week ahead according to Kerry King and her tarot cards
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Into the Smokies, 30th Anniversary Commemorative print. Colored pencil illustration by Teresa Pennington.
https://www.rapidrivermagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/Into-the-Smokies-t-pennington-pencil.jpg

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZDtEWWY8sjM
jennifer higdon Harp Concerto: I. First Light



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Re: time climb wise queen



 Winter born, Saturn ruled, not a saint nor a fool,
over rocky peaks, through stormy seas,
not content to seek what comes easily.
Take a good, hard road and get going.
Mountains beg to be climbed.
Steep stone, this world of woe and
exaltation, daring to swoop, touch depths
of emptiness slick with tears.
Behind, terrors that made us more aware.
Beyond yonder slope, who knows what stories
left to find, to ride in wonder.
Breathing higher air,
the wise goat climbs with care.
 
Time for calm regard, to ponder,
to welcome adventure or whatever arrives.
Engage with ritual for gleaning
joy enriched deeply layered meaning!
Maybe study chapters from multifaceted lives --
refine as art, mining treasure from memories.
Wise in the ways of demons, oracles, gypsy Queens;
brave, adaptive, resilient, self-possessed;
Buddha-like compassion, learned in cycles
of conscious labor, blessed bliss.
Weathered, withered, listen, be risen.
Resurrected tempered mettle,
engorged with will to rise
ever again.
 
Slowly turning toward enlightened reason,
pausing at each portal to awe.
Ahead on the climb up this temporal ladder,
what legends of mastery take us in?

Part of a grander destiny –
abiding through trials, tests, bitter lessons.
Never a finishing point, wisdom’s gifts --
ease of peace in contemplation, transcendent
imagery, welcoming grace -- appear bit by bit,
day by day. Solace wildly spins toward
acceptance.
Time for the simple and natural, anointing
the soul in calm reflection,
to make of the whole sad cacophony
discrete instruments of harmony,
of divine symphony,
to act with impeccable integrity.
Rocky hazards face all who walk this ridge.
Take it slow; let time wait.
Immersed, made into a person, a defined moving space,
mesmerized, bound in measures. Outcast
from safe discipline of tribal faith,
to create from beyond common form.
Within this mad parade -- the will to cure, kill,
carry on courageous --
 
The image of a wishful star:
a steady shine -- but still so far.
The nights of hope; the days of pain --
on and on, that old refrain.
Counting out the chimes as if time were treasure.
Built on years of sun, storm, forces claimed
and reconfigured to bring us here.
Quiescent summit of hero’s mountain
soothed by view of waves, of distant heights.
Currents lift to flow, fall to rise.
Symbols, releasing over transits of Time
manifest intention, give birth to form and substance,
give meaning to the here and now
that expands into ever after.
 
 
 

Last edited by libramoon, Dec/29/2021, 8:07 pm
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