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New Audio: Fair Maiden

Fair Maiden

White leather sown with straps and beads,
Braids woven in feathers
Though fair skinned,
I am a Native maiden,
On my path winding inward.
The forest tangles
Yet opens its vines and limbs
As a cave mouth,
Where I enter, greeted by a wolf and a hawk,
Guides to an overlook.
Wolf at my side, the expanse opens up.
I fly with Hawk,
The wind drumming my face
To where the dance is,
The drums, the rattles.
Wolf and I dance.
As the Fire strokes my hair.
Drumming, chanting, whirling.
I whirl my arms skyward,
Embracing air. I am small,
For the twisting air makes night a shape,
Looming before me, it asks if
I am ready to die.
I stand bold, warding off Death.
Fair Maiden to the North,
South, East, and West, all directions.
Night Dragon breathes Fire,
But I ward off Death in the fumes.
All around the drums beating
In my heart, steady beats, strong.
I stand like granite.
I am the chanting, the dance.
The songs open to me
The words I need to know
As I emerge from the rage
Of Night, asking for my Soul,
Of which I have many,
One for every element.
The elders sing my divination,
Their faces lit by fire and stars.
The Night Beast withdraws,
Warded off by my Spirit,
There he rests, waiting
For another test of me, but
He’s really an Ally,
Guarding a contract
Written in parchment
By the Sea of Forgetting.
I am here to be reborn.
To awaken to Truth
And to lead others to their sacred gardens,
Where Fear makes their beasts
And where they greet Death
As a passage to their Spirit Name.
And emerge as warriors,
Gifted with arrows, feathers, and drums.

Copyright © 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: https://pixabay.com/en/native-sprite-dancer-folk-art-20341/

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Audio · Poem · Poetry · Voices from the Veil

The Garden of Ashes: Voices from the Veil IX

 

The Garden of Ashes

How nice you stopped by here

To sit among us.

Yes, it’s fine. Have a seat.

See the walkway of stones

To this worn bench under the trees

Surrounded by shrubs in this garden of ashes.

We offer you this cool breeze

And this view of a grand city of granite

Sheltered by canopies of

Stately pin oaks with branches like arms

Hugging families bearing flowers.

How nice you stopped by!

We come just for the guests.

This isn’t our abode now.

Not many linger;

We coax each other, yet

There are the stubborn.

Well, we shouldn’t gossip.

They just need time to detach

From their marble statues and earthly beds.

Mischief can be trouble, and

Kids come looking for it.

How some carry on!

They hear stories of the shadows

That perform for the cameras,

We find it entertaining, but

Most souls never linger really;

They like the amenities of the Light.

Even if you bless the stones,

It isn’t needed really.

We only come for your visits.

 

Copyright © August 9, 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: http://beautiful-naturewallpapers.blogspot.com/2013/02/peaceful-sceneries-wallpapers.html

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Audio · Ekphrastic Poetry · Poem · Poetry

Life Finds a Way

 

Life Finds a Way

Though battered and bruised,

Your soul pinched off

Like a pruned plant,

Your bark sheered

To pristine skin,

Your torso shattered

By lightening and storm,

Your limbs entangled

In shackles of pain,

Your crown toppled over

By axes and saws,

Your bounty sheered away by winds,

Your roots chopped off

From sacred sources,

Life will find a way

To feed those roots,

Creating saplings in new blood.

Enriching the heart.

May your Will find the way

For new seeds, new growth,

Around the obstacles to your being.

Nature perseveres.

May you be your tree of life.

 

Copyright © August 9, 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: http://www.boredpanda.com/trees-refuse-to-give-up/

This article has amazing pictures of trees that have survived great adversity.

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Audio · Poem · Poetry · Voices from the Veil

The Jewel: Voices from the Veil VIII

 

There is no date of my passing

On this cold stone,

Only my one name.

Those were tough times

When etchings in granite

Cost diamonds.

My name was a jewel

Captured from a life

Gone with the waves of time, as I.

I recall not my arrival or departure

As this jewel,

For it’s been ages.

I have many names now

As I have come and gone

More than once.

For each earthly visit,

We all leave a snippet of our soul,

Waiting for a kind voice

Uttering our names,

And once heard, we gather ourselves up

Like flowers for a new display.

This is how it is.

Names are themselves souls.

So today I will gather myself up

For a new coming.

Thank you, my friend.

 

Copyright © August 8, 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: Pixabay     https://pixabay.com/en/shell-pearl-valuable-light-sand-1972980/

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Audio · Poem · Poetry

It is Time

 

It is time

To make peace.

Dark Mother

Breathes her last.

All; Nothing.

Nothing; All.

Through the wormhole,

Time is born.

 

Copyright © August 7, 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: Pixabay  https://pixabay.com/en/science-fiction-teleportation-2127670/

 

Audio · Ekphrastic Poetry · Poem · Poetry

With This Ring

 

With this ring

I thee wed.

For years to come

In sacred design

This ring cast into our hearts,

Holding like a puzzle

With no solution

That would break the bond

Of mystery that is Us.

A jewel, though welded tight,

Could dislodge, yet

It is recast from our

Diamond body,

The rock face of our soul,

Which is Us.

 

The paradox is the triad,

You, Me, and Us.

We are three-fold.

A triangle with a solid base,

Our new house,

Which is Us.

We can see from all angles

The intangible Us.

Without Us,

We are No-thing,

Just You, Me, and

An empty bond.

 

It is with this ring,

I thee wed for

Unity in all celebrations –

Birth and becoming,

And even hope in travail –

Deceit and death.

All is in this ring

That could heal love

Or spite love, yet

We have Us to complete

The welding of this jewel

Born out of You and Me.

And so, we together

In the Name Most High,

With this ring,

Wed as three, the One:

You, Me, and Us.

 

Copyright © August 7, 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: Pixabay   https://pixabay.com/en/unity-love-marriage-ring-wedding-2579149/

 

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New Audio: Upon Attunement

Where there is solace,

One seeks the light.

For all nights to days

And suns to moons,

Sepulchers to You,

Just and kind,

Taking the child’s hand

And toys to that special place

Where Divinity is,

Surrounded by trees of life

And secret gardens,

Where Majesty grows its bounty.

And so I will go,

Carrying the bundle of fire,

Seeking water to flow

Over Time’s channels.

The key to unlock the gate

Is in hand.

 

 

 

Copyright© 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: Pixabay

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