Tag Archives: Spiritual

Knights Templar

Posted on January 27, 2013 by Helen

Across a darkened sky Banners raised The cross is stained Blood rose red Seeking in the material The mystery Of the soul This alchemy demands The nigredo becomes A battlefield What phoenix arises From broken flesh and bones Skyward? Ancient … Continue reading →

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Losing My Religion

Posted on January 22, 2013 by Helen

I once believed By being the change You wanted to see You could make it be I thought it would last The edifice built Through first being kind You’d not fall behind A small piece of faith A purpose of … Continue reading →

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Butterfly Scars

Posted on January 19, 2013 by Helen

Across her skin scarified Are the markers of all her pains, her joys and hopes raised high, cut deep within starkly visible to the eye This strange affliction caused by surfeit of feeling? These signs of tribulation some may call … Continue reading →

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Where Do They Go To?

Posted on January 17, 2013 by Helen

Where do they go to, when they go? Deep in the river Under the snow Up in the treetops Wing across air Where do they go to When were they there? What do they find there, when they first seek … Continue reading →

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The Alien’s Reverie

Posted on January 17, 2013 by Helen

So long ago, a millennium or more in your time, we evolved. We rose out of the whirlpool of our world to achieve what your Buddhists call the release from attachment. Perfect detachment. Our physical form relaxed and withdrew to … Continue reading →

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Life is what you do to fill in time between meals

Posted on January 16, 2013 by Helen

All I ask of life, really, is that I am entertained, that I am safe and comfortable, and that I am well fed. For all that I love to write, and read, and live in my mind, it’s the physical … Continue reading →

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Winged Creatures

Posted on January 14, 2013 by Helen

A gargoyle nestles on cathedral walls An Angel over-reaches before the Fall Out of its cocoon a butterfly crawls Winged creatures, all A hawk that evades the archer’s bow A dragon that stirs in the deep below An eagle that … Continue reading →

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The Breath

Posted on January 14, 2013 by Helen

A breath against my cheek on waking alone Was that your ghost? Yet how could it be that one who lives reaches across the ether to touch with nothingness? Were you a dream in that moment, striving for more, reaching … Continue reading →

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Jungian Forest Walk

Posted on January 12, 2013 by Helen

My forest wakes and breathes at night A simple cup and knife-blade bright Beside a stream where waters race As though a passion causes fright This beast I know but not his face His anger stilled by one embrace A … Continue reading →

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Are you a Raven?

Posted on January 11, 2013 by Helen

Spreadeagled on the altar I wait ‘Are you a Raven?’ she asked I do not know, I do not know And does it matter? ‘It might’ she replied A Psychopomp Weaving its way to the underneath Coiled within waiting for … Continue reading →

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