Tuesday, October 13, 2015

On Wings of a Firebird














Sunrise arrives
   over the mountaintops
     awakening in a new day

Songs from a wooden flute
  float on morning breath
    as darkness slips away

In burst of orange and yellow
  shedding human skin
    transformation begins

A warrior's vision takes form
   arms, grow mighty wings
      feet  sharp  talons

honing in on perception
  dawning of awareness
    dreams take flight


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15 comments:

  1. Wonderful work here .. it truly does seem like a warrior in that petroglyph.

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  2. I really like the formation of the warrior's vision....and contemplating the dreams he might have had!

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  3. I specially love this part:

    A warrior's vision takes form
    arms, grow mighty wings
    feet sharp talons

    and love the title too ~

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  4. A warrior or a hunter...could be either - love your interpretation :)

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  5. An evolution of sorts! One can never be sure that man can take flight to the skies in the ancient days. Thoughtful thoughts Truedessa!

    Hank

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  6. The transformation of night to day, sleeping dreams to waking dreams worth pursuing.

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  7. Ah.. ancestral realm when reality
    of oneness with nature and origin
    as one is all the same.. where
    humans innately instinctually
    intuitively feel and know
    that we can run
    with the reindeer
    and fly as a
    firebird one
    and same..
    separation
    is hell.. now..
    unity
    is heaven then..
    forgotten but
    not impossible
    to still remember
    now.. for the
    free of
    US..:)

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  8. The evolution is what it takes to get from point A to that dream

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  9. Oh! I love the surprise transformation in your poem, True...such an imaginative response!

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  10. I love it, especially "dreams take flight." Very beautiful writing, my friend.

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  11. Love this: Songs from a wooden flute
    float on morning breath
    as darkness slips away...... I can hear that lovely sound.

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  12. "dawning of awareness"
    "dreams take flight"

    Perhaps to bring our dreams to fruition there first has to be awareness. Love your poem, Truedessa.

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  13. Somehow I'm still waiting for the dawning of my own awareness.

    P.S. True, do you know Gary? I told him the three of us should start The Moody Blue Yet Trying To Be Positive Club. He's wondering how you feel about this concept. Where? HERE.

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    1. Hi Blue,

      Yes, I know Gary- The Moody Blue Yet Trying To Be Positive Club? I will check it out.

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