The source of inspiration is the environment itself, Advent, the Long Moon Night of Friday, the spotting of eagles soaring over the river and the continuation of a spiritual journey on the river to the Divine.
Long Moon Light
Long Moon Light
Pierces the Heart
It's Cold Edged Dagger
Opens the Soul
Chasing Destiny
Westward winds set my course
The blazing sunset lights the evening sky
Reds turn to yellows on the Creators pallet
Dancing hues among the whispering clouds
The Long Night Moon rises to join the ancient dance
It soon devours the sky like a hungry lover
Wanting ecstasy to become eternal
Too soon this glorious time will pass
Like a flock of geese in formation overhead
Their primal cries echo like braves
A thousand winged warriors
Not afraid to chase their destiny
Soon, only silence and the Long Night Moon remain
Hovering over two dead men
Rebel Jesus and I await our resurrection
A second coming into a world more fully known
Aware
Without despair
I join the geese in a warriors cry
And fly
Haiku's From the Cave
#1
The Cave is a tomb
Where the heart of stone
Is rolled away to reveal
The Divine
#2
The Cave is a cocoon
Where the caterpillar
Struggles to become
A Butterfly
#3
The Cave is a womb
Where the Spirit gives birth
Pushing us forward
Into a world of light
#4
The Cave is an eye
Where cloudy vision is removed
Revealing the light and clarity
Of the Divine
#5
The Cave is a universe
Where light and darkness
Caress the heart
With hands of stone
The Caterpillar
The caterpillar crawls
Like a multi-foot serpent
Inching towards its destiny of change
Soon it will be free
Of the confines of this world
Soaring the heavens with eagles
Like a multi-color angel
Free to fly
Free to be
What the Divine intended it to be
Sir Hook the Shaman Sage of Warrick
Long Moon Light
Pierces the Heart
It's Cold Edged Dagger
Opens the Soul
Chasing Destiny
Westward winds set my course
The blazing sunset lights the evening sky
Reds turn to yellows on the Creators pallet
Dancing hues among the whispering clouds
The Long Night Moon rises to join the ancient dance
It soon devours the sky like a hungry lover
Wanting ecstasy to become eternal
Too soon this glorious time will pass
Like a flock of geese in formation overhead
Their primal cries echo like braves
A thousand winged warriors
Not afraid to chase their destiny
Soon, only silence and the Long Night Moon remain
Hovering over two dead men
Rebel Jesus and I await our resurrection
A second coming into a world more fully known
Aware
Without despair
I join the geese in a warriors cry
And fly
Haiku's From the Cave #1
The Cave is a tomb
Where the heart of stone
Is rolled away to reveal
The Divine
#2
The Cave is a cocoon
Where the caterpillar
Struggles to become
A Butterfly
#3
The Cave is a womb
Where the Spirit gives birth
Pushing us forward
Into a world of light
#4
The Cave is an eye
Where cloudy vision is removed
Revealing the light and clarity
Of the Divine
#5
The Cave is a universe
Where light and darkness
Caress the heart
With hands of stone
The Caterpillar
The caterpillar crawls
Like a multi-foot serpent
Inching towards its destiny of change
Soon it will be free
Of the confines of this world
Soaring the heavens with eagles
Like a multi-color angel
Free to fly
Free to be
What the Divine intended it to be
Sir Hook the Shaman Sage of Warrick
beautiful thoughts Sir Hook
ReplyDeleteyou know I have a soft spot for haiku!
Sir Hook, leads us to
glimpses of the babe to come
who will guide the world
Lady Suzanne of Greenbriar,
with a grateful heart for friends who share the search for peace and love in this winter season
Sir Hook,
ReplyDeleteIt's obvious that you had a divinely creative trip -- within the cave and within yourself.
The image of the candle, the reflection, the empty chair beyond looking out over the Universe is a beautiful poem all to itself.
Sir Bowie
An errant young knight called Dave,
ReplyDeleteWent off on retreat in a cave,
And when he came home
He had writ us a poem
'bout the moon,and a bug and a brave.
His pals all said "Hey,Sir Hook,
You ought to write us a book".
And he said " I would like to,
Full of deep thoughts and haiku,
and the visions I saw in the nook.
So lets hope that in the New Year,
When he finally finishes his beer,
With Moleskine and Pen,
and the last Speckled Hen,
He's getting his Ass into gear.
Sir Dayvd ( Rhymin Simon ) of Oxfordshire
finishes his beer?
ReplyDeletebanish that thought!
pour him another...
Lady Suzanne
nice rhymin Simon...
Aye! Don't you mean my "Arse", or as the conversion to the other side of the pond already begun in the other side of your brain? Nice weaving of words Sir D!
ReplyDeleteI will compromise with Sir D and Lady S...
Pour me another beer
At the beginning of another year
And I will write a book
About the visions from the nook
That will make all our hearts cheer!
Sir Hook Who's Glad I Already Know My New Years Resolution of Warrick
P.S. I promise to keep me Arse out of it!
Oh I got my degree in American patois a couple of decades ago..LOL... I know if something's a "crock"..or if someone knows "squat"...I know my OMG from my WTF... when to "spring" for the "check", "lube my auto", "steal second" or to whether to "hunker down" in my "condo", or "get my ass the hell on out of there"
ReplyDeleteSir D
Just a note on the chair overlooking the river through the window, which Sir Bowie noted looked like poetry.
ReplyDeleteThat is the same chair that I sit in every evening after Benediction, wrapped in several layers, with my Bottle of Magnificat Meritage and Whitehouse playlist on my iPod.
It's one of most inspiring times during the Retreat. Sitting in that chair I have witnessed some amazing sights like a White Owl flying right past my face and a Falling Star landing into the river. I have also enjoyed many visions there on my spiritual quest.
Sir Hook the Vision Questor of Warrick
Lady Lucy has been reading a book and in it is the suggestion that we all take one week a year and live in a hut - no modern distractions -
ReplyDeleteI'm thinking that may be one of my goals this coming year!
Made me think of you and your Whitehouse retreats -
Lady Suzanne,
who is on her way out the door to celebrate with a good friend,
another day of living