Day 20 of the Soul Card Journey with
Elizabeth Crawford of Soul's Music
Soul Cards by Deborah Koff-Chapin
of http://www.touchdrawing.com/
Traveler
comes from
the sea.
Even when
she is
away from it,
its siren song
calls to her,
calls to her,
courses
through
her heart,
ebbing and flowing
like her
bloodstream.
It replenishes
her spirit,
her stores of peace,
the sursurration
of the tide
washing through her,
through her ears,
her brain, her being,
until she is as calm
as the lull
between waves,
as strong and silent
as the smooth stones
scattered along
the ocean's shore,
as patient as
the sand dollar
that spins its house
from the sand and grit
around it and
carries it within.
It replenishes
her spirit,
her stores of peace,
the sursurration
of the tide
washing through her,
through her ears,
her brain, her being,
until she is as calm
as the lull
between waves,
as strong and silent
as the smooth stones
scattered along
the ocean's shore,
as patient as
the sand dollar
that spins its house
from the sand and grit
around it and
carries it within.
On shore,
there be
fire,
the fire
of life.
It burns
and it beckons.
She must
surrender
She must
surrender
to its danger,
for fire
for fire
is her
teacher,
and no one
can escape
its painful
lessons.
and no one
can escape
its painful
lessons.
And then
there is earth,
its beauty
a banquet
to which
she is an
invited guest.
its beauty
a banquet
to which
she is an
invited guest.
There is
the vastness
of the air,
the crooning song
of the west wind,
wooing her
wild spirit,
always calling her
away
from wherever
she puts down
roots.
the vastness
of the air,
the crooning song
of the west wind,
wooing her
wild spirit,
always calling her
away
from wherever
she puts down
roots.
In these
four elements,
she
houses
the sum of
houses
the sum of
her being,
anchors it
and gives it
wings.
anchors it
and gives it
wings.
Watch her.
She is
coming
out of the sea
now, she
is rising.
There is
a light
a light
beckoning
her on the
path ahead,
path ahead,
and she is
trusting it
to guide
her way.
She gazes
one more time
at the sea,
then turns away.
She loves it,
but she must
leave it,
for she is
traveling,
always traveling,
and travelers
can't stand
still.
She gazes
one more time
at the sea,
then turns away.
She loves it,
but she must
leave it,
for she is
traveling,
always traveling,
and travelers
can't stand
still.
I think this is autobiographical for you Sherry and so beautifully said...on another note...someone left a dog in front of our house that looks so much like the dog you lost...female half shepard half lab....she is so sweet...I had her spayed ...and looking for a home for her...your photo of Pup reminds me of her....blessings Sherry...bkm
ReplyDeleteThere's no question this is a poem from your heart, Sherry...every line a reflection of who you are and where you've been. Loved it...:)
ReplyDeleteThis soul card journey is turning out to be exactly that: a voyage through life in its multiple facets. You bring it out so well, fellow poe-blogger. Wait, what was that word you used? sursurration? Never read it anywhere else until now.
ReplyDeleteThis traveler is a true gypsy, no feet of clay, a real mover, like a song, a chant or a dance. Very nice!
ReplyDeleteThe word sursurration first came to me as I was walking by the sea and I used it in my writing then, years ago. Since then I have heard it a few times, in the way of the hundredth monkey syndrome, when something appears to have reached the level of a wider human consciousness.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kind comments, my friends.