Mystic Eyes…

Mystic, mystic

“Journey of Souls”…

How will we ever

Find our roles?

Wandering the earth

Trying to awaken–

Looking for amrit

In a DREAM we’re making.

We each have a purpose…

We each have a path…

Some reason we came,

But it’s so hard to grasp!  

The Mystery, she knows:

Our purpose, our reason.

For circling the sun…

Each year, each season.

I’m impatient, however!

I want to know NOW.

I search at each turn–

For a secret to “HOW?”

But the answer’s inside.

It’s only in ME.

You can help me to look…

…But never to see.

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(“Mystic Eyes” – part of a larger acrylic on wood painting by the author)

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Raccoon

How will I know…

Which way to go?

Which step is next?

Say yes or no?

I try to listen

To my “Inner Voice”–

Let this dear body

Guide my choice.

One thing feels better–

A little more right.

But still it’s hard,

I want some LIGHT

To shine on in,

Brighten up this quest

With clear guidance

So I can rest!

Which light is that?

The “ME” who knows–

“Higher Self” in the sky

Or in my toes…

Learning to live

I n t u i t i v e l y

Seems a crucial step

In becoming FREE.

An open heart

In life’s big game,

Will help us learn

From whence we came.

I wish it was

An easier task,

But I guess step one

Is “remove the MASK

Be fully myself,

Wide open and true,

Revealed to the world…

....And born anew.

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(These past few months of my nomadic journey I’ve been seeing a LOT of raccoons.  I decided to write a poem in honor of what I thought was raccoon’s symbolic message for me…)