JOURNEY VII

A changeling light streamed across the forest floor;

flowing, pearly fire bathed my yearning brow.

A Knowing I knew not I possessed spoke,

the voiceless voice of my fervent seeking that Time

may not claim.

"Not merely Moon echoing Sun, but a cosmic agency

consecrated to Beginnings

revives your Soul and Eye, this Night.

This Poet of the Hour and Prophet of the ages ordains

that you here meet your newer self

touched by radiant Hands that shape eternal skies.

You who tread a changeful course

to impermanent calm, must forswear illusions,

your fears cast into foregone currents,

as the tree that surrenders its shadow of the moment

to the moving river.

Shall tomorrow's tides receive your mortal path,

your earthly endeavours colour some distant Dawn?

Would you command the reed of the Infinite?

Swear allegiance to the Light that powers your vessel,

upon this shore make a sacred vow, 

this incunabulum of the deepest transformation.

Sole with the diminuition of vanity shall your truest, 

purest journey commence."

© 2016 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: MOONLIT LANDSCAPE

Artist: John Moore of Ipswich

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