THE SAYING

As the morning light
first touched the sky,
on the grassy mound
watching eagles fly,
she sat in reflection
still in-between,
processing all she
had heard and seen.

The table was set
with the empty chair,
the opened book waiting
for here to be there.
The food was prepared,
music was playing,
all was ready for the
time of “The Saying”.

He found her sitting on the mound
her head resting in her hand,
“I'm glad you came this way,
I need help to understand”.
Handing her a feather cloak
with smiling eyes he said,
“Remember what you are to write
comes not from your own head”

Together they walked
to an ancient tree,
where he told her to
close her eyes and see
the chosen words
form into verse,
taking a few moments
to carefully rehearse

The flow of the rhythm,
the places to pause.

The four wise ones
watched her write,
before she stood,
to clearly recite
the message they
all waited to hear,
those who came
from far and near.

“The concept of Self
they tried to explain,
each new child
is given a name,
as they develop
their own identity,
work out who they are,
who they want to be.

This perception evolves,
the old watch it grow,
providing a direction,
true uniqueness to know,
we must understand,
it is our responsibility
to enable each other
to feel strong and free.

For to see the self
as others do,
provides a way,
can enable you
to make the changes
that are obvious to see,
when you step from
behind the mask of me.”

Morganpoet