Ode to the American Flag

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Ode to the bipartisan waves
Of that old red white and blue
Is it her shining glory that paves
Or her stars and stripes in us imbue
Has freedom been the grace that saves
Have our compassionate hearts rung true
Or shall we go forever divided to our graves
With no regard for how or why she flew

The Rising

Each mote must float within its space
And every like to each its own must face
And You so being created as such
If longing and desiring is much
Must know and understand in detail
To stay the same yet want will surely fail
There must always be a growing and a reaching
For the risings only garnered by the breaching
Yet the soul that tethers itself to any idol
Will find itself a prisoner of that wile
For the expanding path will always lead away
From those whose choice in stagnate waters stay
But You who’ve learned to think in all directions
Will find the power that masters ALL reflections

Birth

All truth lays hidden in your mind
Be it bad or be it good – it is there
Conceiving itself as a seedling, forming
Until birth into the very existence of your life
And you perceiving it – judge it –
The very thing that you made
Without realizing that it was you
Who formed and created it
And I have noticed that most
Take credit for all they deem as good
But instead place blame for all they deem as bad
And in doing so – give all their power away

Two Mirrors

“There are two mirrors in which you may observe yourself. One is of this world, created by mans voracious appetite for gain. It leads to a false image of safety and security, and is easily shattered time and time again.

But the Other Mirror –

The Other is the image of Truth, revealing always the essence of who you are. It stretches back through time and makes known to you your Source and your oneness with the Creator. It is only in this reflection of yourself that you will ever find the way to your true purpose and happiness. You, Childe, waver between the two mirrors, and once you stop wavering, all illusions will fall away and you will see yourself as you truly are.”

 
For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I have been fully known.
1 Corinthians 13:12

Dying Embers

I allowed myself to be changed by other people’s ideas of appropriateness, and I burned beneath their heavy opinions.

They did not glow brighter for my complicity.

Dying embers do nothing to fan the flames of greatness within anyone.

The Ravening

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I had hidden away that beast
Link by link bound in the dark
The “evil” of which I became afraid
How I once rejoiced in this rapacious
Side of myself, as though
I be a saint in disguise
I could rip and tear away illusion
Like mere reflections on glass
No lie ever withstood my claws
Until I retracted them – or so I thought
The wolf will not be settled or stilled
No more than the lamb will fiercely protect
To deny the one, is to find the other
Slaughtered in the field
Only together will they Be
Whole and Untouched
My untamed beast would have its ravening
Be it me, or the world it freed
Even in darkness its purpose would be wrought
Again and again I felt its pummel
Upon myself – ripping away every false façade
With its thirsty blood drenched jaws
Until Lo – We stood as One unchained

Forged by Love

Steel is formed in the heat of the flame.
But am I made of softer things than this?
Of gold perhaps, easily melted and adorned.

The heat of pain to strengthen or melt away the mettle!

What greater forging of beings there be – than Love?
Let me run straight at it – eyes set ablaze with courage,
And melt or stand in strength within the fray.