Song of Life

I am the waking caress of feathered song,
Heralding new life returned in the fresh of today,
I am granite torn from the crucifix of earth’s womb,
Rent from the silence of a million years,
I am the healing energies of ancient oaks,
Grown for me, and earthed for you.
I am the magpie’s last goodbye ... invisible tears saluting
Flesh and blood consumed by asphalt’s speeding war,
I am the akashic record of the minutiae of life and death,
Holy weave within the turn of life’s rebirth.

I am dull, I am dazzling, I am young, I am old,
I am every love kissed, and every heart scorned,
I am pain transmuted into love, into joy,
Layered through life into dimensions unseen,
I am heaven, I am hell, carried in you, carried in me,
The arc of my wings encompassing more than this turn.
I am a message beyond bible, church or creed,
Beyond now, will be, was, and ever is,
Beyond group soul’s observations inside out,
Hand forged in eternity’s revolving circle of joy.

I am the pendulum of life,
Uncentred, yet centred in the still of deep gold,
Eternity’s clock, running in, running out,
Virgin and open in the third of each heart,
Beyond the song of that chamber or its verse.

I am earth, wind, moon, distant fire in the stars,
I am the death of everything that grows,
And the birth of everything that repeatedly dies.

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Outstanding. Welcome to Mingle and I sincerely hope you share more of your writing with us...

Aw...Ladywind - you brought tears to my eyes (seriously). Heartfelt compliments are so rare these days that it takes one aback! I have over six hundred 'channelled' ('channeled' U.S.A.) poems which flowed through me without any thought whatsoever. Some came from my sub-conscious whilst I believe others came from outside sources.

It is difficult to choose one or two as I love them all and feel that as I didn't write them they don't belong to me and thus no credit is deserved.

I love writing but don't want to swamp this forum so I'll simply put up one more poem for the time being. A more earthy channelled poem called 'Sophi.' Originating from my olden days as a counsellor(counselor). Sophi was a nineteen year old drug addict who alas I failed to turn round. She didn't make it.

Something is pressing me to choose that poem. Possibly someone out there needs it? Hopefully to turn their life around.

NICE

Nice poem .