Paths of Destiny

Path of Destiny

Souls, separated from the source

Welcomed to the world

By their chosen ones,

A babe in arms.

By design the birth place

Is situated in place, time and context

Akin to a trailhead to the life’s quest,

And enlightenment.

It is a journey of the heart.

To feel the heights and the depths

The connections and the losses

That each cycle of life includes.

Destiny is the seed

Imprinted from birth and

Anchored in the child’s eye

Visible through the heart.

Fate is the path

Evolving and naturally unfolding

An outcome of paths taken,

And paths not taken.

Mystery and synchronicity

Is God’s hand that nudges

One’s fate line to intersect

With destiny.

Inner voice, heard as

A sense of knowing,

Residue from a dream, 

A quickening of the heart,

Is the sign that destiny is at play.

Disney misinterpreted destiny.

Riches and glory 

In, and of themselves 

Are empty.

Destiny is your heart knowing it is home.

That its yearning is being fulfilled.

And it is in communion 

In the ways it needs to be.

To live within destiny is our birth rite.

To share the wisdom gained is our purpose.

Memory Seeker

Memory Seeker

Idyllic moments live in the recesses.
Whitewashed through time, their allure builds

Urging futile efforts to relive.

Flying into the wild
Disturbing the pristine surface
As floats skim and take hold
On a lake deep in the woods.
Quiet.  Punctuated by the rhythmic beat

Of ripples on metal 

And the whir of a fisher’s reel.

Springing forward and up
Arms like arrows, body tipping forward
Slicing the surface of cool water
To chase the chain links
Of a distant anchor, the sensation
Of being enveloped in water until
Lungs seem ready to burst.
The sun dappled sheet of surface water
Becomes an urgent target.

The hum of mis-sized motors
Punctuates the natural rhythm of waves

As moonlight speckles the surface,

Enlightening the journey to shore. 

A wiggly piglet pulling frantically
On the nipple of a nourishing meal
Sweet smells of warm milk and straw

A sow’s insistent and nervous grunts
In a barn fogged by breath and warmed by bodies.

Crackle of a fire heating against the humidity of night
Light emanates, creating a glow around a tribe.
Voices intermingle until one dominates.
Weaving a tall tale, artfully building a storyline 
Creatively including the listeners
In ways that encourage a small smile from each.

Encouragement fuels momentum 

As plot twists and turns are punctuated with laughter.

The long journey in the heat of summer
On the stuffy smoke-filled greyhound
To the undiscovered land of the Peace
Could have felt like an early death
Were it not for his appreciation for irony.
Her giggles couldn’t quit 

Impatient glares attracted by full on belly laughs

dispensing the discomfort.

Cherished memories of lost times

Are sweetness locked in the recesses

Behind the urgency of life’s pace

Stirred unexpectedly by a resonant moment

And surfacing emotions long forgotten.