Poetry

::WHITE HORSE::

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White Horse

I shall ride a white horse
when I come to free you
although you may be sleeping
you’ll know when I arrive.

Members at your table
in profound agreement
the time is now at hand
for the best of you to rise.

Don’t reinforce your fortress
don’t gird yourself for war
the light, the love I bring you
are what you’ve hungered for.

When you turn to greet me
take a quiet moment
although it may be blinding
look into my eyes.

I am your reflection
I live there inside you
you will recognize me
the elder and the child.

Yours is a noble journey
and when at last you’ve found
the secret of the spirit
You’ll stand on higher ground.
©1994

::WINGS OF GLASS::

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Fairy-With-Glass-Wings

To shake the confines of
This mental cage
To fly above the clouds on
Wings of glass
To feel the rush of freedom on
My skin
To soar, and know I’ve found my Self
At last
When out of nowhere comes
The break,
The fall,
When my wings shatter,
I’ll have gone
All in
When all that’s left is
Hit the earth,
Full stop
I’ll have learned that
I
Can rise again