Soul Journeys in the Multiverse - Nature, Metaphysics, Mythology & The Arts
On a Hill
On a hill, in winter, the snowdrops grew in bunches
a pure white meditation of loving, living hunches
The stranger walked up the hillside as he saw the thriving flowers
he wanted to rest for a few minutes and see the castle towers
The roots of the old tree supported the bank of green
the pretties little flowers the stranger had ever seen
A family of flowers, bending their little heads
the breeze was sighing gently as the fragrance began to spread
The stranger inhaled the fragrance
of those sentinels of luminous love
They were growing all together
as a message from God above
The tree silhouettes were black and lacking light
the skies were a cloudy grey, overlooking this ancient site
The stranger he grew silent, then began to hum a tune
soon it would be evening, he would sit and serenade the moon
The ground beneath the stranger was growing very cold
the knights were stirring memories, memories of old
This stranger was a blessing, he fell asleep upon the mound
falling into a world of dreams, but hearing each ancient sound
At dawn the stranger woke to birdsong, that hovered in the air
his body welcomed the warming of his monumental care
A robin appeared before him, singing sweet his lilting notes
the stranger's smile was welcomed, this robin wore a coat
Eyes met eyes in rapture, the robin sang sweeter still
the stranger was replenished and gazed at Robin's bill
There was a shudder of recognition, the little Robin bore a message
the stranger appeared immortal, discovering this presage
Onlookers only saw the greening bank, full of flowering white
and the castle in the distance and the metal of the Knight
Julie
January 2026
The world as you know it - all that you see, taste, feel and touch, comprises only about 5% of all of the stuff of the universe. The other 95% is what we have considered "nothing" or the "firmament" or dark matter or the heavens or mystic Other Worlds. This 95% is multi-dimensional and consists of potential realities that may be perceived.
A single thought...a mere whisper, ...... barely upon a breeze that catches a spark... all is tinder before the firestorm... and yet.
ONLY that whisper
ONLY that thought
the world is forever changed beyond the fears and dreams of cardboard men.
Freedom and change starts within:
It is encouraged by truth and courage of people who love
Built by the respect of true beings standing as one before each other.
Lets us cross every man made borders
without fear stare into eyes and hearts of all our brothers and sisters: within our words without shouting,or force to hold each to our truths; and let us without fear freely share what works...
Written By Ꮙℓἇ∂ἇ..aka Reɪvən ღ
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