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Green and Blue Divinity
- Green and Blue Divinity -
In the old eon, before that we know today,
The land knew a season of eternal autumn.
For in those times, the green was timeless!
But mortal man did forget the hidden way,
So winter came at last to seal a great doom.
The old powers were gone, and in distress!
The land I speak of is not that we dwell in,
But a realm that now exists only in dreams.
It was not always so, but has become such!
One day, all the magic without and within,
Will course through mankind, in streams…
For some, the old powers will be too much.
And we shall be changed; we will be more!
The least of us shall know true attainment.
I am she who remembers, who lived before,
My soul is immortal, my body but raiment!
Death holds no terrors, life many mysteries.
Have you thought about what man teaches?
It is time to expose the lies in our histories!
Past time to seal, all the widening breaches.
Return unto the green; remember her name,
Her blood gives life eternal, to her children.
Our mother forgets not, her arms stay open!
The sins of the father, fill us all with shame,
And in his name all saints were condemned.
The sheep fed the lion even in his own den!
Her crown was stolen; her station sank low,
And now the wheels turn, and cycles repeat.
The old powers return, and proudly bestow,
Authority unto the faithful to sing so sweet!
Sing, brothers and sisters, even in old exile,
For she is listening to the praises we utter…
I beheld her face, and saw it to bright smile,
A dawn comes anew, breaking every fetter!
The sapphire child did appear, last evening,
And asked me by what name I shall call her.
I spoke the true name of that young divinity,
But names are fleeting to an eternal being…
And that child of the mother, at last did stir!
Aurora, that daughter, looked on me kindly.
Her blue gown shimmered with twinkling…
Like stars in a heaven of a soft sapphire silk.
She caressed my face with her ivory fingers,
Her white wings flapped as she was singing.
Golden tresses, framed a face white as milk,
Like that of a doll, is her beauty that lingers!
I wanted to bask in the dawn in all her glory,
But she had to go back, to her ethereal plane.
Someday, when all told has been my story…
I will depart with her beyond all mortal pain.
Long has been my path, across the centuries,
And I have seen much that others have not…
Far beyond the lines, of a chart’s boundaries,
My path has ventured to realms past thought.
How can words describe a divine revelation?
Speech lacks the power, of sight and feeling.
I tell of what I can, so you might understand!
There is so much lost talking of illumination,
Like speaking of the sky, beyond the ceiling.
I do not expect every hearer, to comprehend!
In the old eon, before that we know today,
The land knew a season of eternal autumn.
For in those times, the green was timeless!
But mortal man did forget the hidden way,
So winter came at last to seal a great doom.
The old powers were gone, and in distress!
The land I speak of is not that we dwell in,
But a realm that now exists only in dreams.
It was not always so, but has become such!
One day, all the magic without and within,
Will course through mankind, in streams…
For some, the old powers will be too much.
And we shall be changed; we will be more!
The least of us shall know true attainment.
I am she who remembers, who lived before,
My soul is immortal, my body but raiment!
Death holds no terrors, life many mysteries.
Have you thought about what man teaches?
It is time to expose the lies in our histories!
Past time to seal, all the widening breaches.
Return unto the green; remember her name,
Her blood gives life eternal, to her children.
Our mother forgets not, her arms stay open!
The sins of the father, fill us all with shame,
And in his name all saints were condemned.
The sheep fed the lion even in his own den!
Her crown was stolen; her station sank low,
And now the wheels turn, and cycles repeat.
The old powers return, and proudly bestow,
Authority unto the faithful to sing so sweet!
Sing, brothers and sisters, even in old exile,
For she is listening to the praises we utter…
I beheld her face, and saw it to bright smile,
A dawn comes anew, breaking every fetter!
The sapphire child did appear, last evening,
And asked me by what name I shall call her.
I spoke the true name of that young divinity,
But names are fleeting to an eternal being…
And that child of the mother, at last did stir!
Aurora, that daughter, looked on me kindly.
Her blue gown shimmered with twinkling…
Like stars in a heaven of a soft sapphire silk.
She caressed my face with her ivory fingers,
Her white wings flapped as she was singing.
Golden tresses, framed a face white as milk,
Like that of a doll, is her beauty that lingers!
I wanted to bask in the dawn in all her glory,
But she had to go back, to her ethereal plane.
Someday, when all told has been my story…
I will depart with her beyond all mortal pain.
Long has been my path, across the centuries,
And I have seen much that others have not…
Far beyond the lines, of a chart’s boundaries,
My path has ventured to realms past thought.
How can words describe a divine revelation?
Speech lacks the power, of sight and feeling.
I tell of what I can, so you might understand!
There is so much lost talking of illumination,
Like speaking of the sky, beyond the ceiling.
I do not expect every hearer, to comprehend!
Published 24th Jun 2015
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28th Jun 2015 4:37am
I believe we all go towards the beyond Jessica dear and for those lucky ones live on in another reality.:)
29th Jun 2015 3:47am
Well said, my dear, dear friend! Your beliefs mirror my own regarding such things… for though some souls must reincarnate for a time, as I and others like me (indeed, like us) have, there are also many such as Aurora from my poem here who have moved on beyond the confines of the cycle of life, death, and rebirth, and for them there are indeed other realities beyond the ken of those who have not glimpsed their grandeur. Grandeur that even the bards amongst the angels would be challenged to put into just the right words! Poets and poetesses such as we can only do what we can. But in any case, I like to think that Aurora is smiling at this poem, and indeed at others in which I have written of her. :)
