storyseeds

Storyseeds & Mythsticks

the poetry of life

 

I awoke slowly, uncertain if I should

rising to the occasion

wondering what the story was to be

alone in the dark, I asked to receive

 

looking out into the void

distant eyes peering back

Venus was there waiting

a beautiful alluring beacon

in the twilight betwixt and between

where uncertainty seems certain

 

as darkness births the dawn

the solar winds brush my cheeks

a sense of calm washes over

in the promise of a new day

 

yet with this rising light

something goes missing

for the darkness still tugs

awaiting its eventual call

 

Venus invites me

with her last waking breath

to take it all in, breath deep

remember with each exhale

letting out what once was in

 

with this unexpected gift

a seed fell from the tree

then another, and still more

until I couldn’t help but notice

 

who are these two birds

one eating from the fruits of life

while the other watches

in contemplation, wondering

 

I called out asking

who are you two

whence they replied

 

I am Gnosis, tweeted one

I Agonia, chirped the other

yet this made no sense to me

these simple sounds

 

then let us introduce you

to our friends

Logos and Eros

to confuse you even more

they replied

chuckling as only birds can

 

it was Eros who welcomed me first

a warm embrace was her gift

the mother of love

the grounding of presence

 

Logos then stepped in

uttering something unclear

what was this word I was to hear

this notion of mind out there

 

suddenly I felt off balance

teetering and twisting

what seemed anew

was everything I knew

 

these seeds, the gifts of two birds

dizzying as digested

sent my head spinning

in every which way

 

Eros embraced me again

ensuring I wouldn’t fall

yet Logos prodded and poked

with all his might

to keep me off balance

 

the sun soon set

as certain as the day, night befell

Venus appeared once again

this time at twilight

showing the way

 

she winked at me

and said…

sister Earth

who am I

but we

 

in your minds eye

you will find

the resources to grasp

to question all you can

 

be still at night

awake with the light

feel the rhythms

create the rhymes

 

let go and wander

this is the poetry of life

your path is to ponder

 

I awoke slowly, uncertain if I should

rising to the occasion

wondering what the story was to be

alone in the dark, I asked to receive

 

looking out into the void

distant eyes peering back

Venus was there waiting

a beautiful alluring beacon

in the twilight betwixt and between

where uncertainty seems certain

 

as darkness births the dawn

the solar winds brush my cheeks

a sense of calm washes over

in the promise of a new day

 

yet with this rising light

something goes missing

for the darkness still tugs

awaiting its eventual call

 

Venus invites me

with her last waking breath

to take it all in, breath deep

remember with each exhale

letting out what once was in

 

with this unexpected gift

a seed fell from the tree

then another, and still more

until I couldn’t help but notice

 

who are these two birds

one eating from the fruits of life

while the other watches

in contemplation, wondering

 

I called out asking

who are you two

whence they replied

 

I am Gnosis, tweeted one

I Agonia, chirped the other

yet this made no sense to me

these simple sounds

 

then let us introduce you

to our friends

Logos and Eros

to confuse you even more

they replied

chuckling as only birds can

 

it was Eros who welcomed me first

a warm embrace was her gift

the mother of love

the grounding of presence

 

Logos then stepped in

uttering something unclear

what was this word I was to hear

this notion of mind out there

 

suddenly I felt off balance

teetering and twisting

what seemed anew

was everything I knew

 

these seeds, the gifts of two birds

dizzying as digested

sent my head spinning

in every which way

 

Eros embraced me again

ensuring I wouldn’t fall

yet Logos prodded and poked

with all his might

to keep me off balance

 

the sun soon set

as certain as the day, night befell

Venus appeared once again

this time at twilight

showing the way

 

she winked at me

and said…

sister Earth

who am I

but we

 

in your minds eye

you will find

the resources to grasp

to question all you can

 

be still at night

awake with the light

feel the rhythms

create the rhymes

 

let go and wander

this is the poetry of life

your path is to ponder

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