Monday, July 27, 2009

Angel of the Morning Light




Moving softly o’er the earth, she comes;
Stirring breezes, rippling lightwaves;
Gliding in on morning’s light.

Dear, gentle wisp of spirit light
Lovely creature of the Dawn...
How tenderly she comes.

O’ gentle, cleansing winged-one~
Bless me with your light!
Come to me, yes, come to me,
Let me breathe your whispered sigh!

How will we, you or I,
Know her when she comes,
This lovely Angel of the Dawn?

She comes to us on bless-ed wings....
A tender brush against the cheek and
A softly whispered sigh…

Let your spirit soar with her
When next she comes your way,
Release yourself and join her dance
In God's early morning light....



-Shannon July 27, 2009

Friday, July 24, 2009

Ancient Voices




“Think you thee of the works in the hallowed *Halls of Alexandria as lost? I say to you they are not. Existing in each and every one of you, full access is there within your very DNA. All wisdom and knowledge gained and ‘lost’ exists in these hallowed tomes, within all beings of the human state. All history known recorded here and cannot be erased; all good, all ill. Imprinted too the unique traits of the individual born. To activate said traits the workings of the Soul; that sublime portion of Source out of which we spring.

And lest you think you are like the leaf blown around by fate, I say to you such ideas are pure folly! For each of us, in state of wise determining, decides with help of sage council, the hand which we are dealt. Such determinings are for the furthering of experience, exploration and knowledge appropriate for each stage of individual growth. So say not, “woe is me” or “o happy day”, for these are but sayings of the unenlightened mind. Better to cultivate ‘neutrality’ and open the doors of Peace! No, Soul is what determines your courses in life and each strand of DNA activates or not according to thine own plan.

The significators that shape the uniqueness of thy life are thus set; the manner of how they do unfold forge the path which you alone have choice to take. Accept or not accept the self-determined, yet oft forgot path of chosen life, makes for lessons victorious or an aperture for repetition.

Think you to ask, “Master, what is the soul?” I tell you truly, it is the Divine Essence of which you are a part. The mind of man upon the earth cannot contain the allness of Great Mystery, 'tis only when unencumbered by physical constraint it may loft high enough to merge with this said state. Yet think ye not you must await departed form-no, man was made to lift his mind free to heights sublime, untethered by the ‘little-mind’ with which ‘tis most familiar.

The little-mind - a fraction of the Greater Mind - which of we all partake; its realm is bound to Earth whilst other is bound for glory. Words are clumsy vehicles to carry such experience back. Lost in the realm of vibrations that belong not to Earthly state; color joined to frequencies ne’er before seen, sounds one cannot repeat nor ere forget, they return with us in subtle forms of glory and forever we are changed. Mind is quickened hence, thoughts flash where once they stumbled; knowing takes the place of query and light draws nigh to dwell in humble breast.

Life itself is the caller that draws the soul to rest in newborn form, and thus begins the grandest cycle ever known. Time and time again, life will have her way, until the place of Glory holds a truer fit for the Soul of man.

*Author's note:
It was in the city of Alexandria, Egypt, that the Library of Alexandria existed and it contained the most magnificient collection of literary works ever known to man. Coming from all around the world, these great 'tomes' of sacred wisdom and history as well as artworks were housed. It was completely destroyed by fire, and most historians feel this occured in 48 BCE when the city was invaded by the Romans and Julius Caesar accidently burned it down. Most scholars feel it was the greatest literary tragedy that the world has ever known!

-Shannon Dec. 07, 2008

Let Go the Hand


Let go the hand that holds the sword and turn from foolish things,
lift up thine eyes to majesty, let swell thy breast with joy.
Love will turn the tide of man far quicker than his might,
Let go, let go of foolish things and open to the Light.

There is no glory to be found in realms of dark delight;
such illusions blur the view for mighty men and weak.
Worldly power, temptations tool leads most men astray,
Let go, let go of foolish things and open to the Light.

-Shannon. - Dec 7, year '08

Raven


deep in the heart of the forest,
Raven is perched in peaceful slumber.
surrendered to the Quiet of the night.

high above the canopy
a mysterious intruder comes creeping…
slowly now…
like a thief, he weaves his way among the shadows
where Quiet lies hiding...
gently and swiftly he takes over; tucking away and putting to bed the secrets of the Night.
and Dark, its job now done, gives way to dawn's early Light.