Migrations

Ghost trails
of all good people

Running like soul rivers
through the landscapes

of life far greater than
what our minds entertain

With some fragments of spirit magic
coming in quiet impressions

like mist, rain or storm.
That which is gathered,

flowing through our minds
like starlight.

Falling through currents
of universal streams,

bathing us in auras

growing in us
as we share what wisdom we glean

From somewhere in our dreams,
Rooms in our minds are fed

with our intentions
whether mundane, terrifying, or simplistic,

Insights and ideas
carried with us,

As our burdens,
or greatly treasured gifts

Whose impressions remain

Some borrowed from storybooks
Or told to us as children,

Some go quietly observed,

Some collect and drain
Into our consciousness, uninvited

Gathered from the blues, we caught Hell from
...and survived

perhaps a near miss
We only got a glimpse of

in passing by.

What some may have mastered
In so powerful a potion

as fear of death,
 transfigures our grasp of the divine

What others may have only caught impressions of
by their imaginations we carry forth in our emotions

In spoken word, music and art,
creating an unquenchable drive.

Our expressions
of which our character is formed

Is what love is…

We are joined together
Now as we sit passionately by the fireside,

Sharing stories
Mixing, blending freely

As we choose to experience
the new beyond

The heartache and confusion
entrained in our past.

A future seen in a different light

Thank God for those who care
In those who imbue hope,

we have prayers to believe
to help us attenuate strife.

To herds of the fearful souls

Who wander searching for meaning

If not knowing love
the answer to ever

In each of these
greater treasured moments shared,

we find an oasis bearing waters
To quench the anguish of our suffering

Amidst the harshness of life

in one another's hearts
taking in ideas from different sources

Processing each particle
to discriminate, assimilate

Determining our course
seen from a distance

To figure whether
it is good, or evil tides

Of spirituality
we carry with us

thorough

Many chapters
in our changing lives

And yes, these
are tools we live by

As we continue
in our journey to forever,

Making our fortunes together

Our secret storehouse
of who we are at heart

Each in our wake
we touch one another

By what we walk with
each day

Feeding our thoughts
be they light or dark

These fruits we bear,
serve to create

Our interpersonal
Heavens and Hells

And the key
to knowing its heir value,

Is by the characteristic
Of its spark.

C2





Copyright ©2023 CEF2