Sunday, August 30, 2015

My Inner Old One

Fall in Port Alberni


Birds cross the sky in covens,
this golden autumn-of-my-life.
My eyes follow their flight,
my soul quickening to the sound
of their honking admonition:
follow the predestined route!
Find your way home!

The Voice of My Tribe croons a chant
that murmurs on the breeze.
I feel the winds of change blowing through
the drafty chambers of my 
just-before-winter heart.

The Old Ones are telling me:
Time to open the door of the cage
and free the wild bird of your being,
the one you have been hushing
and placating with crumbs
for so long.
Free her with joy, and,
as her wide wings swoop and thrum 
across the shimmering sky,
traveling between the worlds
in the space-where-there-is-no-space,
along the-way-where-there-is-no-way,
heed the call of those wild birds.
They are giving voice to
the longings of your soul.
Lift up that expectant, waiting life 
with the urgency
of not-much-time,
and, if you're ever going to fly again
as, once, you flew,
do it soon,
do it completely.
Do it now.

One from September of 2014, my friends, as I am doing a seven day babysitting stint, at someone else's house, four kids, one autistic, one a six month old baby - I will have computer access only in the evenings, so please forgive me if my visits are spotty, and take me a while. I'll make up for it next week! 

p.s. Here it is another September, and I still have not made that flight over the mountains. Sigh. 

8 comments:

  1. A fine September song; and worthy duties you are shouldering!

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    //"" SO HAPPY to BE BACK!
    ALOHA
    ComfortSpiral
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    Trip was great, but being without internet made me miss you and all

    my friends!

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  2. This is absolutely beautiful.

    Oh, my, I don't think I could do babysitting like that any more. Bless you for helping out.

    Have a great week. The words will come when you are ready.

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  3. Oh my good luck with the babysitting...beautiful thoughts that make my heart soar Sherry!

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  4. We must listen to those longings of our soul, while there is still yet time to see them actualized. We do not have forever and some dreams seem to have expiration dates.

    Hope the week of babysitting goes well.

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  5. This is incredibly beautiful. It touched my heart.

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  6. Heed the call of those wild birds.
    They are giving voice to
    the longings of your soul.

    Very good advice Sherry! Sometimes one tends to take things for granted. One does not heed the inner voice.

    Hank

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  7. When the time is ripe, you will fly. ~

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