The
Third Step
The
Morning Star…
She
runs swiftly down her side of the Universe
Her
intent is for Her Children’s good.
Silently
she descends the glide path of her track
I don’t
see her until, the little Beau at my side
Starts
to dance.
Her
domain is our world
Before
us she ruled
We
know but don’t see
Her
heritage for survival
Away
Away go Silver Star of the Morning
Swift
Swift before the unbelievers arise
To
point weapons of death for your kind
The
small lives upon you depend
Your
return for their nourishment of life
I
smile at my small guide by my side
He
dances on his toes with sounds
Of
long ago when his kind was
Wild
with the morning dawn
Dancing
with the Silver Stars
of the
Morning Life
The
little Coyote was running swiftly by this morning when I slid by her unnoticed…
Step Two
I
listen…
Rachmaninoff
Symphony Two third movement
Melding
with a universe unknown to mortals
Melody
haunting my physical mind memories
Leading
me, loving me, sending me Where,
I
will only know when meeting him and
I tell
him thanks for helping me learn humbleness…
Step One…
The Light on the
Stairs comes
From the eyes of
their inner truth
They wear this light
as they
Show me the Way I
used to be…
We forget where we
started
Long ago when our
world was
New in our child
minds so
Clear and uncluttered
with the digital
They come with the
strength of
Childhood Precious
and hold
Onto the good of each
day
With laughter and
eyes wide open
Oh so we could be
there once
More into this World
of innocence
With belief and trust
of our own
Truth of the self
real
It is Mine when they
come
Into the Art World of
my
Inner Being and see
With me what trust
can bring…
