The Choice

The Choice We Make by Brooke Shaden

Slipping into shadowy darkness
the piper plays in the realms of dreams
running barefoot, all is not as it seems

my mind a wandering labyrinth
a story with no beginning nor end
twists and turns that quickly blend

into the forest of tangled thoughts
in moonlight,  trees quickly shift
a vision forms beyond the dewy mist

before me, three magical doors appear
quietly meditating, on my choice
listening  to my inner voice

the choices we make, the risks we take
sometimes, we will make mistakes
sometimes, there will be heartbreak

door to the left, journey to the past
what can be learned moving backwards
will it propel one in the journey forward

door to the right, glimpse of the future
divulging secrets, dreams of the unknown
unearthing places in fields not yet sown

door to the middle, closet to my heart
here is the mystery and beauty of song
 could it holds the key to where I belong

before me, three magical doors appears
quietly meditating, on my choice
listening for your heavenly voice

the choices we make, the risks we take
there's a magical spell, I can't shake
love slumbers, waiting for daybreak

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Enactivism in the Poetry of the Mountains

Mountain top

Today, I thought about the act
of climbing the mountainous
terrain, the patience and laborious
journey to the peak, traveling
with my walking stick on sacred
ground, with each step one must
be observant and respectful of
the trail-way, my soft-skinned
moccasins touching the moist
earth sole to soul, crunching
autumn's brightly fallen leaves
inhaling, the fresh scent of pine
becoming a part of the wilderness

There is something special
happening when communing
with nature at such a height
exhilarating, yet humbling

It's an enactment of the journey
of the ancestor's of days gone past
that traveled lightly and understood
the importance of the land, growing
spiritually setting an intention, then
moving forward one step at a time

It's about the vibrational energy
one sends out into the universe
it's about sitting in silence on a
giant boulder, taking in autumn's
offerings, leaning against a giant
maple tree for support in the quest
of understanding, peeling one's layer
of skin amongst the birch trees 

It's about seeking something
other worldly, walking with
the shadow people, soaring
with the eagle up high

It's about discovering a fresh
perspective in life, drinking
from the cup of water, earth
sky and wind

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Travelers Moon

courtesy of Pixabay

Autumn the season of the travelers moon
exhausted, softly falling into a bed of leaves
crossing the threshold of a mid-night dream
strolling the fields of heaven's colorful hills
notes of the harmonious evergreens fills the air

Under a canopy of red, yellow and orange
a welcoming baptizing spray of radiant light
how many moons will it take to reach the peak
wise owl watches intensely in the shadows
gatekeeper flapping between the two worlds

Ushering in change before the bitter frost
the dying leaves, crunch under pressure
searching an old orchard for a sign of life
planting seeds of intention in the night
harvesting dreams can be difficult work

the fruit of the journey is the sweet reward

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Wild Soul

Autumn

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What do you know of my wild soul
it longs to soar with the birds up high
it longs to swim, with gills and fins
with the creatures of the river/sea

what if the birds all disappeared
what if the waterways simply dried up

What do you know of my wild soul
my inner desire to commune with nature
sitting on a mountaintop, on an autumn day
watching the squirrels and deer nearby

what if the trees were no longer here
what if there were no nuts or berries

What do you know of my wild soul
it follows the flute's sweet serenade
embracing a time where love reigned
dreaming under stars and moonlit sky

what if the music ceased to play
what if the stars no longer burned bright

What do you know of my wild soul
beating within me the poetry of life
leaving breadcrumbs in the journey
so you might know my wild soul....

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A Single Red Rose

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"To her,  death is quite romantic".  Lily has seen her share of farewells, pruning the rosebushes on Cemetery Hill.  Here they gather in their mourning clothes.  Wearing sunglasses to hide their mist filled eyes. A griever prays his lover will make it safely to the other side, of now. Poetry flows from the tongue of loss. A song occasionally,  can be heard whispering through the willow boughs.  Fresh flowers adorn the site. The heavenly scent drifts to the living.  To her,  it is beautiful when a single red rose falls, a sign of enduring love.  Lily searches the sky wiping her tears while, listening to the sweet refrain of the morning rain.

 

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Autumn Leaves

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There is a place beyond my drum
where ancient songs softly hum
gateway to shamanic mysteries

On this medicine wheel of hope
here the wild spirited wolf roams
between ocean and forest foams
black bear saunters at his own pace
should he worry about the human race
red tail soars the mourning ashen sky
searching for blue somewhere up high
in the distance buffalo hooves rumble
somewhere a piece of earth crumbles

There is a place beyond my drum
where heartfelt dreams thump
gateway to unknown peripheries

On this earth wheel of love
we continuously circle
on the sacred land of the turtle
from the stormy sea of loss
barefoot standing on spongy moss
the willow can only bend so much
before she breaks at a mere touch
a thorn is a thorn a reminder of pain
in the turbulent autumn relentless rain

There is a place beyond my drum
where ancient stories come from
gateway to natural synergy 

On this earth wheel of dreams
traveling the waterway of birth
writing page one of life on earth
through the changing seasons of life
the heavens guide us towards light
growing and reaching new height
chapters in between are ours to write
searching for the poetry of inner art
hoping to find love before we depart

There is a place beyond my drum
where heaven and earth become one
it is a place I wish you could see....

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