Mythical EyesA Poem by Gaiamethod
With Mythical eyes I stand and watch
The aeons unfold all around me.
Knights and tales of yore,
Fairies and elves on eagles wings,
Light soaring and roaring through the trees.
Time stands still as I watch and weave,
The light filaments of stories
Into a landscape devoid of life.
Its lifeless form an empty mess
Of human mistakes and beliefs which destroy and gut.
A landscape screaming for succour.
This is our human soul, this landscape,
This lifeless void,
Yearning to be fed,
To be nurtured,
To be saved.
Rescued from its own folly.
Its own hatreds
Its own mistakes.
“Life is what you make it”
We are told
But no-one ever told us how to create it anew,
When all our mistakes are manifest
And we weave our precious tales around the fireside
Of how it used to be
When things were olden, golden and good.
Now we must weave things anew
And forget those times when we were lost,
Forget those times when we lost our way
through the un-named realms of our lives,
our mind’s uncharted territory.
Now we must look anew at our lives,
Our wives, our brother’s our sisters,
and tell them we love them
and that we wish the best for them
For our family is our lifeline.
Our world, our humanity.
Only time will tell if we can change our lives,
Our wives, our future selves.
We must find the way through the landscape of our minds,
Our lives, and weave it anew.
Now is the time for myths and stories,
Now is the time for a new earth
Peopled with new life, new wives, new husbands.
A new family,
A HUMAN Family.
Now it is time to say
‘Farewell’ to the Old and ‘Welcome’ to the new.
NOW is the time…
© 2008 GaiamethodReviews
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3 Reviews Added on October 21, 2008 Last Updated on October 21, 2008 AuthorGaiamethodLuxor, EgyptAboutI'm a teacher of healing focusing on ancient priesthoods dedicated to the Earth Mother in all her facets. I teach a collective healing called The Gaia Method which brings back the developmental learni.. more..Writing
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