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A Soul's Retreat - HM

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Come, take my hand an we will journey
to beginning crossroads of time,
where once again, we sit in ancient language
and feel hum of angels show us places
no earthly soul can fathom.

Here, here are the stones to guide us there;
they sit, these carefully placed designs,
drooping under weight of unwise isolation.
How they need warmth of body and soul.

There, in mountain glen, dry sand and muskeg plains,
await shafts and leaves, roots and roughage
of medicine’s man has not gotten hand upon.

I will teach you how to watch animals
heal themselves with that which wounds no one.

Where there is smell of smoke and smudgy breath,
you will beg of ancestors to allow
approach in time and space where there is no silent
dividing line.  They will speak your spiritual name
and you will see yourself a nursing child
that draws on breast of Creation to become a gift;
a regal, royal, divine gift, to this waiting world.

Count these teepee poles with me:
I know value and virtue each braces world with.
Crawl in under sacred flap and circle round
until guides show you your rightful spot.

You are invited, no, you are desired
to embrace these sweaty walls
and, in return, be grabbed to the pulse where all things
beat with one heart.










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  • Cynthia Gaines gold member
    September 2, 2007

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    Awesome!

    I love this poem, and would really love to visit the "crossroads of time!!"
    I wish the best of luck to you in this contest!!! Peace, Cyn


  • Night Hope gold member
    August 28, 2007

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    "You are invited, no, you are desired
    to embrace these sweaty walls
    and, in return, be grabbed to the pulse where all things
    beat with one heart."

    I hear you, my Sister. Good luck in the contest, Sweetie. Wanda


  • MademoiselleGrief
    August 28, 2007
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    I didn't understand a thing you wrote in this poem but it is amazing, I'm gonna have to reread this veryyyyyyyyyy slowly. Its not the poem, its me. I don't quite unnderstand it. Please explain. You write in an intriguing way.

    Good luck with the contest