Greetings all and I trust you are all well. Let's begin by expressing gratitude to Anna, Shilpa, Marion, Jo and Vanessa for tuning into my previous post. As always your comments, loves, likes and shares are much appreciated. Much love to all you superstars.
It's been a fine day with meditations and development today and a spot of healing too to finish things off. Tomorrow I have the joy of teaching 2 lovely people in their journey with Reiki as they explore Okuden (level 2) and what a pleasure it is.
I'm not going to write much more about what I'm doing but instead will indulge a piece of poetry which I'm just about to craft for you all. I've a vague idea where it's going but it can deviate in a whimsical spin of wheel of surreal muse. Let's begin shall we?
Anthem
Harken the squire realm
The harvest of rain begins
With acorn cups of errant thoughts
Meandering through card veins
Dealt to the benign
In casual observations
None will listen
Not even them
Yes them
The ones who touch
Linings of direction
To who knows where
Let's chant our names
If we can recall them
In this dendrons place
Thought is truly lost
Find our direction
With a piquant flare
Of opalescent hues
In quiescent space
Come, let us stir
With a hue and cry
Belief, revolt and still
Stay in line
For all is chaos
In stumbling order
In a ducal dance
Of cold heritage
Of which we are all
A jolly good part
In stammered bunting
Of antediluvian days
Abrade our pockets
With bitten nails
Of humble nourishment
From blood ways
Clink! Clank! Clang!
Our rickety song
In one great voice
They shall hear
March on, live long
With digital snacks
And Oreo tunes
In ghost shouts
With drum blinks
And guitar burps
We find harmony
In biscuit voiceovers
Yet they don't hear
This raucous anthem
The plebeian film
Filed: Ignore
And yet
We are so many
And just think what
Might happen
Sit on our hands
Deny their ties
With product suits
Of thunder targets
Call forth the Reich
Of social might
To pillory the soft
Nerdic ones
Call us idle
Whilst they toss
Job chips to the wheel
Call in sack black
Dowse the wick
With viral prongs
Hammer all
In missile waves
Yet we're here
As are they
So let's sing our anthem
In the shiver sound
Well there we are. That's what Orpheus has sent to my muse today in a few minutes and make of it what you will. I shall bid you sweet adieu and remember, keep reading.
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