March 23, 2012 by greatpoetrymhf

Within the sanctuary within

MEMBERS OF THE NATIONAL AUDUBON SOCIETY WALK THROUGH THE BRUSH AT THE LILLIAN ANNETTE ROWE BIRD SANCTUARY AT GRAND... - NARA - 557206 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A boardwalk at Corkscrew Swamp Sanctuary (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Family of John Harshenberger. Two children were not at home. Mennonites, Sheridan County, Montana (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Everglades, Florida, U.S.A.: Corkscrew Swamp Sanctuary, operated by the National Audubon Society (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Genus–differentia definition (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Twenty four months ago, I boarded a bus and rode it for 17 hours.

I was starting over in my starting over.

I had lost both my parents within sixty days of one another.

I was looking for sanctuary.

I had been running from the grief.

Now it was time to heal.

Today, I came to my cabin the woods as I call my wee home with the pine, spruce and juniper in the front yard.

I had been away visiting on holidays for one month less a day.

I came home with family.

We were greeted by family.

Then all the family greeted more family.

After the pizza and the cousins going home…….

I unpacked.

I no longer have to live out of a suitcase as I did for years as a commercial traveler.

I no longer have to live on the street as I did for years as a seeker of pleasure.

I have a home in my own wee home where I sit by the hours watching the sunshine dance in the prism on my window forming rainbows throughout my whole house.

I no longer have to live in the darkness….waiting for another storm cloud to break…..washing away the dreams that I may have gathered…..washing away the diamonds of dewdrops formed on the spider-web I was spinning and being spun into.

I have a sanctuary within my sanctuary.

I go within.

I become the traveler without leaving town.

I leave my physical body and heal among the stars.

I am within the sanctuary within.

Come with me when you are ready……

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May 30, 2008 by greatpoetrymhf

The Crone and the crow Revision July 2008

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In memories eyes
She wondered why the crow had never taken
Her on the trip she so dearly needed.
The answer now was clear.
“You cannot enjoy the heavenly Throne
If you don’t find heaven here.”
The living in the moment
Is not a great surprise
Just learn to see the Master
In everything before your eyes.”
The following was written in grief from losing Mother.
I wanted to be with her.
Now I know she wants me to be here.
“Flying on my own.”

She watched the crow flying free.

He watched her sitting letting life be.

The crow was busying building a nest

It was, oh, so very tired.

The crow had no time to rest.

The crone was sitting in the parlour

Singing a song to the crow.

She watched its busy movements.

She watched it come and go.

It took the twigs.

It took the string.

It took all it could to survive.

“Oh dear crow

Who flies so high

How you must enjoy your life

You have your hearts desire.

I am weak and old and frail.

I sit here alone by the fire.

How I long to fly beyond the veil.

I have had my loves.

I have had my life.

The memories I have known.

But just for now,

I would like to crawl up on your back

And fly to heaven’s throne.

Dear crow, I would give you a house

To raise your family.

Just do this one little thing for me.

Take me on your shoulders.

Take me to the Master’s feet.

I want my Soul to fly free.”

The crow had no time to hear the song.

The woman cried alone.

When the nest was built

There were the babies to feed.

The crow was exhausted from morning till night.

It never heard the lonely crone.

It never knew it’s plight.

Towards the end of summer

The crone was working in her yard

She shook her fist towards the empty nest.