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My sacred way

I awoke yesterday
To the sound of a bird flapping its wings
I could not tell whether it was inside or out.
So I waited. I waited on my Soul.

Then I was a gypsy
A metaphysical macroscopic cosmonaut of light
Amongst the thickets, the vales, the small towns along the water.
I was looking for something.
What I was looking for
my mind did not know,
but the Soul,
“The Soul always knows,” I remembered.
So I waited.

I waited and I settled, into roots
Now I was a tree.
A tree digging deep to Grandmother,
Tasting of her fruits,
Being supported, being held, finding love,
with arms stretched up to sky father's blessings.

Heart opened. Breath entered.
Friends came to sit with me, to talk and sing,
It was good.

I gazed upon my constant companion,
The rushing blue,
She called me to her,
So I came.

Now I was the river.
The arrow once again became the spiral,
and I journeyed on into the day,
winding and weaving and finding freedom.

After dusk, I was somewhere else entirely,
I could not see what lay before,
or spoke behind.
Once again I did not know my way.
So I waited.

Darkness fell, and pushed my banks this way and that.
Am I still real?
Am I still with the One?
The companion. Companion of old.

It was chaotic, and I forgot for a while.
But my Soul still knew.
So I listened.
Listened to the light.
And as I rested my back upon my moving bed,
now like a snake
it flowed through me.

Melding with pinprick holes above,
hearing ancient scrolls opening,
the music echoed from before Time.

And now I was the galaxy.
I could see the cycles of the tiny blue planet.
Weaving up and down,
Calendars upon ages,
Light comes then light goes.
Then the gypsy comes back,
This time in full brilliance,
Finding home.

For that is my sacred way.

The way of the arrow and the way of the spiral
Together in the sacred temple,
in every sacred temple.

And Soul is born.
It flaps its wings,
and takes its flight,
from the bedrooms of our hearts.

And the ultimate mystery
is finally answered,
and reborn,
in one fell swoop,
with two words:
to Love.

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