Sunday, August 07, 2022
CELEBRATE - child of the Sun
hA gift to the
future
racing who knows where.
Paradigm crashing
thunder thrill lightning
held in rapt gaze, held
in nature's snare.
Free-born to spinning
Earth,
curious raveling
universe,
natural child let go
wild, follow hither and there.
Tempered to exquisite
artistry,
to flow with the forces
of destiny,
in touch with combust
eternity.
Living right now, moment
to moment,
owning action and
purpose,
child of the
Sun.
At the heart of human
nature is a child,
trying to figure out
what this being human means,
not waiting to begin to
live some day,
unwinding personal will
and sight, so bright,
lovely, lively, graceful
delight,
ready now to embrace
fairy-tale adventure.
The kind of world in
which
that child is loved
and nurtured reaps
priceless rewards.
Someday soon, when runes
align
with stars, signs,
portents,
wise angels
sing.
If Greybeard in some
quantum sky,
hallowed by
Name,
presides o'er rewards,
blessed bliss,
helpless cries in flames
of perdition,
would such a power be
amused,
indulgent Grandfather
bouncing willful
child on some
ectoplasmic knee,
promising eternity of
learning to make of the whole sad cacophony
discrete instruments of
harmony, of divine symphony
to find, realize, act
with
impeccable
integrity
Yes, you, child dancing
in the fullness of the night
to ring the rune and
cast the spell to make the darkness bright
Listen,
love and revere this
wild child who laughs at whirlwinds
and dances to life's
changing, challenging melodies. Be free to sing
without inhibition or
internalized mockery.
This is our time, yours
and mine, to be wonderfilled.
Like a child counting
fireflies,
alive in the darkened
air,
dare to immerse with
sparkling wonder,
to
share
more impeccable
stories.
A child wants the safety of hearth and tribe,
of happy fairytales, everybody well fed and
tucked to bed, caressed in love that hugs away
the slavering beast.
Child in the corner silently singing happy fantasy
of laughing eyes a’float in kindness --
smiling, dimpling, offers deeply scented flowers
never known to earth's earnest soil.
A marvelous secret, a
hidden treasure trove
while unicorns play
harpsichord
within a blossomed
grove,
a blessed child with
something wild that
plays in rainbow
eyes,
has been declared of
druid laird,
born to
hypnotize.
Been borne to
hypnotize,
sing
lullabies,
reward all the heathen
with sleep,
and dreaming dreams as
such who waken
find their very core
earthshaken.
Made to believe in
possibilities,
they set their sites,
reshaping all reality.
Magical child, the world
of time,
the universe awaits
you,
fiercely at play in the
ruins,
stomping
antiquities
into sharp
shards
to sculpt transcendent
mosaics
in shifting
sands,
beaming
with myth’s
expectations,
a present of celestial
laughter.
Enrapt in wonder’s
emergent colors,
swaying to music,
smiling to play,
growing golden through
summer's most perfect day
// posted by libramoon @ 5:09 PM 
