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The Swan Song

9-6-17

Today is the Full Moon and I’ve been pretty antsy today and short tempered.  Spiritually, I’m in a dead zone right, disillusioned and apathetic.  I know you are supposed to go through these phases but they are happening more and more.

I’m floating around in spiritual ether, not sure at what point I go from here.

I talked to one of my spirit sisters today and was given a glimmer of light in this round of darkness and she did a few readings with her cards today. Swan came up and Fire Passion. Creativity seems to be the key to this bout of disillusionment. Maybe the influx of spiritual energy at Pagan Pride Day Saturday will help me get my creative juices flowing further. But today, poetry came to me today while I was talking to my spirit sister and some of the shadows dissipated from my gloom.

The Swan Song

Heather Powers

9/6/17

The world stood still

Balance was within a galaxy’s breath

The swan song rose from the muse’s psyche

Embraced and caressed her

Soft feathers masked the steel beneath the wings

The words laid bare to the world that troubled her

Her depth of sorrow swallowed her distress call.

She climbed up from the ashes

And found the illusion behind the glass

Her fingers clawed at the muddied tapestry of her thoughts

Her swan called, weaving an escape from the shadows.

She listened intently and hoped for the words of her song

To lift her from drudgery.

The sparkle of light danced at the edges of her vision

Pulling her from the dark recesses of her mind

The notes played a rhythm in her ears

Moving with the beat of creation.

She is not there yet but soon

The muse’s magic will overcome her

And begin her journey to spiritual epiphany.

The music will awaken her senses

The light becomes brighter with each step she takes.

The chains of despair will loosen and then break.

Forging a new path to enlightenment.

She waits quietly for that moment to arrive

Her soul’s whisper calling her through the storm.

She will become more in that moment of synchronicity.

She will be who she was meant to be.

So, this is how the muse flows, a moment of melancholy forms the creation of words. Why is that a person must deal with some form of tragedy before their words flow seamlessly? Why can’t you be happy and write? I’ve never figured out that one.

Creativity shouldn’t be formed always from tragedy. Happiness should enter in the picture occasionally.

All I can do is hope for is clarity, a light in the shadows on my mind. I hate being lost in my thoughts and wandering around aimlessly with no direction.

I guess that I all I have for the moment.

As always, I remain

Earthwindwalker

 

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The Lady Within

The Lady Within

Heather Powers

1/9/17

In the silent introspection of morning and in the whisper of the dusk, she calls me.

She calls me and shows her feathered cloak as it glistens in the moonlight.

The beautiful mistress caught in a moment of time, a fleeting glimpse of the starlight in her eyes.

Tresses wrapped in red fall upon her shoulders, shimmering in the candle light.

Her voice a caress along my arm, ever so gently.

Filling me with strength.

Her beauty shines through my eyes as I consider the mirror of night.

The falcon’s wings surround me, embracing me, integrating with my soul.

I stand as the warrior’s metal falls upon my shoulder, dark feathers in the shadows.

I grasp the vestiges of time as it encompasses me, aging from the maiden’s beauty, to the mother’s dress, and wrinkles fall deep upon my face.

Time is a limited concept, brushed aside by the legacy of spirit which lives on in memories.

I bow deeply to her lady as she moves forward and touches my shoulder, the touch spirals through my body and I become her, not realizing the truth until it burst forth in merriment.

Tinkling laughter fills the corridor, freedom a mere glimpse away.

Embracing the magic as it touches the reaches of my soul.

Such is the meaning of prayer and conversation; the illusion is broken and you are set free at last.

To look upon the visage and realize the truth was always there, you just had to grasp it.

 

 

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Lucidity by Heather Powers

Sitting down here to write on paper,

I have captured these things that elude

Me and for a moment, I find utter clarity and

Lucidity.

In the chaos of every day life, I seek

To find my inner peace.

I want to find my spiritual epiphany,

But that concept stalks away like a

Scorned lover.

The elusiveness puzzles and angers me

So much so that I find myself stagnant

In movement.

As I contemplate on the world today,

I feel sadness for the potential that has

Been misused and abused like a drug fix

Is to a junkie.

Mother Earth cries out in torment for what

Has been done to her and the few that know

can’t grasp the solution to the problem.

They just dance around the subject in an

Endless tango. coming back and moving away.

So here I am again wondering what part I play

In this big joke. What purpose do I share with the

Few that understand?

Isn’t that really what everyone’s ultimate question?

So as this scribbling ends, there is still no answer that

I can give.

 

Copyright-Heather Powers 2011

 

 

 

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Sister Wind

This came to me last night as I was laying in bed listening to the wind.

 

My sister the wind sings her galdr and the world trembles at her voice. Her Howl is primal and strikes to the core. How I love to stand and feel her embrace, as her fingers play with my hair.

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Thoughts from Spirit 8/14/13

Thoughts from Spirit

Written by Heather Powers

Owl spreads his wings

Holds them to the sky

Says fly little one fly

He stands before the

Tree of sacred wood

The tree whispers

It’s in your blood

The tree shares much

The knowledge of the Olde

Flows through her veins

As a bright light blazes

Within her soul

The runes speak in song

Images flash in her mind’s eye

The learning has begun

Hold fast to the sun

Fly on the wind

 

Please do not copy what you did not write~~copyright Heather Powers 2013

 

The journey will now begin

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Ramblings of an Enlightened Mind-Rune Dance-4-10-13

RAMBLINGS OF AN ENLIGHTENED MIND

RUNE DANCE

4/10/13

I took the runes into my soul

And began the dance of fate

They spoke to me and

Told me their names

Faces unmasked as the world spun

My journey has just begun

Here comes the hands of fate

My name they spun

As they spoke

Rune master-keeper of the gate

Take the runes unto your breast

Whisper their names

Sing the songs of love and praise

24 spirits become one

With you weaving your fate

Become their maiden

And learn their secrets

Dance, sing, and give thanks

Gebo, a gift for a gift

That is the way of things

24 voices sing in unison

As the dance increases the pace

No easy path to take

But is it one you are willing to undertake?

Does your voice increase in tempo?

Make your heart race?

Do you feel as if you are part of something great??

Do you accept your fate?

The beauty is there waiting to be seen

The knowledge taught

Do you hear their voices?

Can you feel their song?

I answer as I must

Yes I accept my fate

My soul yearns to complete their dance

And sing their song

Magickal, mystical twists and turns

This path will have me take

I take them in my hands and spin

Round and round the tree

Laughter fills the air

And our voices sing!!

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Simple Clarity

THIS IS A REPOST FROM A POEM I WROTE ALMOST 2 YEARS AGO…INSPIRED BY A POEM I HEARD FROM ANGI SULLINS A LONG TIME AGO.

11/29/10 Inspired by a poem I heard..

SIMPLE CLARITY

memories flow gracefully from ones body as the words are written by pen…scars torn open to flow again…hands grasping and embracing..new beginnings start again.

Inspiration is but a butterfly learning to use its wings:)

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memories flow gracefully

from one’s body as the

words are written by pen

scars torn open to flow again

hands grasping and embracing

new beginnings, start again

inspiration is but a butterfly

learning to use its wings

free flow words

bleed onto the page

in the book of regret

sadness flows freely

as the madness begins

clarity is sought

in a web spun of dead ends

knowledge is power

of creation or destruction

you pick your poison

pen strokes flee the

paper unnaturally

the words are spun

in the air

creating a spell

to disrupt the flow

of thoughts in my head

fantasy eludes my grasp

as I fight off reality

my relief comes slowly

in the form of a light

a beacon in the never ending

storm of despair

clarity is found again in the

simplest of dreams

where it was there waiting

for me to seek it

peace enfolds me as

the realization sinks in

that I’m not alone

once again,

I’m closer

to truth

that I thought

was lost in trails of

misdirection.

Misdirection disguised

as a fork in the road.

Follow my instincts

and everything works

out as it should.

So the ending is

really a beginning.

A transformation of sorts

Complication becomes

simplification.

It always was.

Just needed to ask the

right questions.

As always, my words written are unknown to me until I read them back. It’s like my muse follows me into enlightenment and types with her fingers through me. Words become sentences and sentences become paragraphs. Simple yet complicated. I can’t describe the feeling. I just feel my fingers type and don’t know what is written until the end. Profound words of wisdom disguised in poetry.

What is your muse and inspiration? Please comment and share.

Until next time, Earth

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A MERE DREAM-THOUGHTS FROM 2008

I float on the glimmer of your unshed tears.

Riding the wings of your prayer

Showing me your dreams

Such sadness in your eyes

Let me take my fairy wings and brush it aside.

I cannot give you what you lost.

I can only give you what you lost

I can only give you part of that dream

My hand clasped in yours

Friends always

Twin souls we are

Our Friendship transcends mere boundaries of time and space

Fate likes to make us dance

What a fickle fey she is she

So I leave you this wish

That you’ll never let our friendship go amiss.

I give you a hug

And a whisper of your dream

In hopes that you can finally be free.

1/3/08

Heather Powers-journal entry.

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ODE TO MICHELLE

I WAS LOOKING THROUGH SOME OLD STUFF AND FOUND THIS~~~

2/7/08

So I got some horrible news yesterday-my best friend/sister almost died 3 times on because of complications from an incompetent surgeon. Just fucking cut me in half. So in an attempt to write down my feelings, I’m going to write some verses about what a beautiful person she is.

YOUR BEAUTY AND GRACE

CANNOT BE MEASURED

YOU HAVE BEEN HERE FOR ME-

A SOLID PRESENCE SINCE I WAS 12

I LOVE YOU MY SISTER

OUR TRIALS AND TRIBUTATIONS ARE MANY

BUT ONE THING REMAINS THE SAME

YOUR UTTER BEAUTY

A BEAUTIFUL FRIEND

ONE WHO CANNOT BE REPLACED

EACH TRAIT CAN BE DUPLICATED BUT

NEVER EXACTLY THE SAME

YOU KNOW SO MUCH ABOUT ME

I STILL NO TOO LITTLE ABOUT YOU

NOT ENOUGH

NEVER ENOUGH

SUCH SADNESS IN YOUR EYES

BUT YOU STILL KEEP GOING

YOU AMAZE ME IN YOUR SIMPLICITY

THE SIMPLE PLEASURES YOU FIND IN LIFE

YOU ARE LIKE A BUTTERFLY

CONSTANTLY CHANGING

YOUR SONG SWEET AND MELODIOUS

YOU ARE JUST AT THE BEGINNING OF YOUR LIFE

YOU HAVE MUCH FLYING TO DO.

HANG IN THERE

YOU HAVE YET TO EXPLORE

THE MYSTERIES OF YOUR LIFE

TAKE MY HAND AND FLY FREE

AND BEGIN TO SEE THE

WORLD IN A NEW LIGHT.

I HAVE MORE TO WRITE BUT THAT’S ALL THAT’S MAKING ITSELF KNOWN

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ODE TO THE DESPAIRING PRINCE

THIS WAS WRITTEN SEVERAL YEARS AGO FOR A SPECIAL FRIEND OF MINE~~~~

10/20/04

ONCE UPON A TIME THERE WAS A FAIR MAIDEN

WHO LIVED IN A CASTLE

FAR, FAR AWAY

A PRINCE ADMIRED HER FROM AFAR

THINKING OF HER EVERYDAY

A HORRIBLE TROLL KEPT HER UNDER LOCK AND KEY

ANOTHER PRINCE CAME AND SAVED HER

BUT SHE FOUND OUT IT WAS ALL A DISGUISE

AND HE WAS REALLY A GOBLIN PRETENDING TO BE A MAN

SO SHE RAN AWAY AND MET A HANDSOME BARD

WHO SANG HER SONGS OF LOVE

SHE FELL IN LOVE WITH HIS WAY AND IS TOGETHER WITH HIM

TO THIS DAY

THE FIRST PRINCE WHO HELD HER HEART WAS WALKING

THROUGH THE DEEP DARK FOREST IN HOPES TO BE WITH THE

PRINCESS ONE DAY, WHEN ALONG THE WAY,

HE BECAME ENTRANCED WITH A LOVELY MAIDEN WHO WAS REALLY A HARPY IN DISGUISE.

SHE HAD A CRYSTAL BALL AND SHOWED HIM THE PRINCESS WITH HER NEW LOVE

HIS HEART WAS SADDENED.

HE FELL INTO DESPAIR

THE FAKE MAIDEN CAPTURED HIM WITH A HORRIBLE POTION

AND THUS CAUSED HIM TO FEEL NO PAIN

HE THEN DECIDED IN HIS FORCED STUPOR THAT THE FOREST

WASN’T SO BAD AFTER ALL AND DECIDED TO STAY WITH THE HARPY MAIDEN

ALL THE WHILE CATCHING GLIMPSES IN THE BALL OF THE PRINCESS.

THIS AT LEAST GAVE HIM SOME FEELING THAT HE THOUGHT WAS LOST.

SO HE TOOK HIS LOVE AND LOCKED IT AWAY AND

HE DREAMED OF A BETTER LIFE SOMEDAY.

THE PRINCESS SENT A MESSAGE ONE DAY ON THE WINGS OF A DRAGONFLY

TO THE PRINCE WITH JUST THESE TWO SENTENCES.

“I STILL CARE AND REMEMBER WHAT NEVER WAS AND NEVER CAME TO BE.”

“YOU ARE STILL IN MY HEART AND ALWAYS SHALL BE.”

SO ALAS ENDS THIS CHAPTER OF THE TALE.

WHERE IT GOES FROM HERE, ONE NEVER KNOWS.

LIFE IS ONE BIG NEVERENDING RIDE

THE BUMPS JUST MAKE IT MORE MEANINGFUL…

SOUNDS PRETTY GOOD FOR A FAIRY TALE DOESN’T IT?

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