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Jun 2016 · 286
The Prophet
Yarrow Beach Jun 2016
He came into the country
With wellsprings of living joy
The people wondered on him,
    Isn't that Joseph's boy?

"Physician heal thyself!
Thy words are heresy
You're just a man as I am
What do you mean, 'set free' ?

I know who thou art
And from whence thou art come
You profit me nothing
You're the carpenter's son

You blaspheme the holy prophets
Who do you think you are?
Get down from my holy temple
You're not the Morning Star, you're not the Holy One
I know you, you're Joseph's son.

What does he say? ... be 'born again'?
Go into my mother's womb?
He is a fool!  He is insane!
His mind is an empty tomb.

He eats and drinks with harlots
And publicans give him stay
How dare he come against us!
Send him on his way!
Lay hold!  Take him from the city
And cast him from the ledge!"

He passed among them unnoticed
He left them on the edge.

Not much was done
   few seeds were sown
A prophet is not accepted by his own
He travelled down through Galilee
He spread the news
  He set men free
Jun 2016 · 197
Return of the Magic Man
Yarrow Beach Jun 2016
And I said to the magic man
As I stroked my dusty brow
"I've walked this path of dreams, my lord
It isn't as it seems, my lord
The thorn begets the smell, my lord
Upon this road of dreams"

"My child, see you now, see you now," he said
"From whither have you come
To see the sights of Hell,
    through the eyes of demon ***.
To scream the mouth of the man in the cage
Oh, fallen angel, to weather the rage
With dirt in your fingers
And dust in your eyes,
I have heard your cries," he said.

"Then what is to be?" I asked the magic man
"The Sun, my child.
The Earth and one.
The knowledge of yin and yang.
The truth, my child
From where it all began.
And you shall know the secrets
From time and from before
I give to you the key-
   Unlock the door."

"But won't I be alone?"  I asked,
"In knowledge all my own?"
"Alone?" he smiled
"With All That Is?
Be brave, my child, and open your eyes
You have lived through the demon's deceit and lies
You have travelled hell and past
Know you at last
You are chosen and strong
      Oh angel, Arise!"

And I lifted my arms to the heavens
And knew that I stood on the edge of light
With my soul glowing beyond me
And the wings of my spirit in flight
            I opened the door




--1982
aka Lauren Jewell
May 2016 · 613
You Are a Garden
Yarrow Beach May 2016
Constantly changing and growing
Seeds bursting forth new life
Watered with love and guidance
Fed with pain and strife.

Breathing forth the tension
Of struggling with birth
The light of God our father
The womb of mother earth.

The seasons change, the winds blow cold
The seeds retreat into their fold,
To silence still, to still the night
To feed the ever-growing light
That lies with each and every part
Beating still, the garden's heart.

The seasons change, the sun grows warm
The seeds begin to come in form
The pressure builds, the tension mounts
To break the shell, the earth renounce
To reach the light, the light within
Bursting, striving, to begin.

Pushing up, each and every part
The living soul, the garden's heart.

— The End —