Your truth – a mountain; stand in your power.
As rainbows stretch from arms of innocence,
The forest behind you, a solitary journey of One.
Along the rainbow’s edge, a scary ride, yet joyful,
You surrender on the slide of colors and affirmations.
All that caged you, just illusions,
Feathers of dead birds confined to lonely cells
With no bars but their eyes closed to clouds
Beckoning for them to take flight on stars,
Not knowing the truth of aloneness
Is a personal quest with hazards beholding bliss.
Be as the Blind Swordsman on a journey of One.
With but a small bundle and good will on the route,
Feeding on light and sleeping on clouds.
Cunning yet calm in his soul of souls,
Where he listens in the Now,
Trusting intuition as a compass
On his humble journey into darkness,
A light unto himself, and truth his lamp.
Be as that light; make that cane your sword,
A totem of your truth which you alone bear
Despite those mocking the Fool,
Who trods this path on rainbow’s edge.
Be a watcher of your half self;
Ego is a traitor, not a half brother;
He can blind you to your knowing.
This path is inward; his is illusory.
Join with Consciousness;
It guides the Blind Swordsman as his eyes,
His inner seeing on his soul journey.
Carry with you stones and crystals holding the rainbow’s light.
Your past, a burden, carried off by ants
Foraging for bits of your old soul,
Slain by a crystal sword to birth a new one.
You are innocent of knowing, but not of yearning.
This is your departure in a child’s shoes laced in joy,
And your eyes brighten at the forest’s edge
To an eternity of rainbows – curtains on the soul,
Opening for a view of that mountain,
Where the path ends in the Self.
Copyright © 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard