Hiding
“I am the judge and jury. The harshest sceptic, condemner. The executioner with the swiftest blade…”
What creative does not know the tale? The squandering of talents crying to break
Into the forest the path does go
winding, turning, over hill and trough
The secret whispered, echoing through the leaves
Softly she beckons, the call resounding in every seed
A pounding drum ringing in my ear
Up ahead into the meadow the path becomes clear
The doe, with her great omniscient eyes
leads me on in long, elegant strides
Winding along the clearest stream
the mist coating my vision like a dream
Radiating a vibrant glow
there’s more than meets the eye in the waters below
A touch of the water across my skin
giving light to all that lies within
Shedding away the darkest parts
illuminating only the purest heart
In the way ahead a bridge appears
beneath the great willow, grown from the oracle’s tears
Under her gaze the soul bares all
the secrets she whispers are those we seek most of all
The lady of the mist calls me to her
Her voice ringing with each softly spoken word:
“Fire burns across sea and sand
darkness engulfing even the greatest land
As the final hour draws near,
it is the fate of mankind that brings you here
If there is to be a way
that light once more shines upon the day,
man must see what he will not,
something he once knew but has long forgot
A force that beats in every living thing
from rock, to tree, to great winged things
No matter how great or small
a heart and soul beats within us all
No one kind is greater than the other
but each equally a brother, sister, mother
As war pounds with its beck and call
only love can save them all”
Within every journey upon the path of life, there is immense wisdom to be gained.
A journey can do many things, whether it is giving us insight to ourselves, shaping the way we see the world, or inspiring us to change course and voyage off on new paths. Journeys of any kind lead us to inner epiphanies that will seem as if they were so clearly there, right in front of our face, all along.
Yet, we don’t have to physically jet off to far away lands to feel as if we have journeyed far and wide. Diving into and exploring our inner world can be just as, if not more enriching for self-discovery – mind, body and soul.
We all have our own personal oracle, the inner voice of our higher selves. Our wisdom giver holding the right answers and guidance just for us – if we can only find the quiet to listen.
Whenever you feel lost in life, turn not only to those around you, but even more so to the depths of yourself. Therein will always lie all the answers you will ever need.
Fear not the road ahead, for every path, when true, leads to the heart.
The oracle in my story calls us to remember that we too are joined with all things on this Earth.
Through technology and the modern way of life, so many of us have become completely detached: Remembering not the origin of our souls nor recalling that, that which we destroy breathes precious life just as we do.
Life is precious, irreplaceable and it is fleeting. The decisions you make today shape your tomorrow, for you and the world. What legacy do you leave Mother Earth?
“I am the judge and jury. The harshest sceptic, condemner. The executioner with the swiftest blade…”
What creative does not know the tale? The squandering of talents crying to break
“If the heart could speak…would it shed tears of mourning for the scarring of the soul? Dragging steal across bone, carving in “I’m not enough…”
“What flows into song cannot be unsung, the motion of the world long moved undone…” Within each note is a chain to something far beyond ourselves, calling us home.
Berlin Artist, Artist and Poet, American Artist, American Poet, Nature Artist, Poems of Love, Berlin Poet, Spoken Word Artist, Best Poetry, Musical Artist