Skry Me A River - in collaboration with faucon

Mark well the objects found and gifted

that serve to gather thoughts and futures

into a medium profound and magick,

for they can entrap the soul within.

Use instead Nature’s more simple things

that can transplace the dreamed heavens

with the solid, barren earth below,

and allow, in passing, sense of self.

The mystic may use a child’s tear,

a maiden the bright eyes of a lover;

but I would seek a hid mountain pool

where the ripples pulse with the Mother.

I desire no polished sheet of glass,

nor globe of crystal pure delight.

Face no picture cards nor scramble bones,

for answers I seek are of the soul.

The image I must see is mine alone,

with flaws well earned in daily strife.

Of what use is the current of life

if the lens is unreal in clarity?

In my skryiing pool – dark of night,

the Silver Goddess winks in mirth

and caresses mem’ries of tomorrow

with a forward glimpse of yesteryear.

Know that the endless river you seek

meanders from fear to love released,

and you can only see deep within,

vision lit by the Light of rebirth’s dawn.