When I was in Hawaii, I could see across a lava field the indentation made by the bare feet of the Hawaiians as they went back and forth to their sacred site. It reminded me how the soul moves back and froth from the inner world to the outer world in meditation and in every day life.
The Soul's Path
The Soul says I’m here, ask me.
I am here, invite me.
Please, let me into your life.
The dark stone path
leads inward and outward.
Wear down these stones
with soft naked feet,
treading softly or forcefully
but consistently
to places known and unfathomable.
The sirens of my outer life
seduce me, hold me hostage
locked in chains of things to do.
The path is struck you know the way.
Sink down in warm bubbling pools
of light with fragrances of things so deep in memory but never forgotten.
Completely asleep and completely awake, the cauldron opens
where the two worlds reside.
Spirit desires to be in the world,
unbending intent to influence,
and does not want new eyes green with unknowing to blindly repeat unchecked
all that has gone on before.
Change and evolution need the eye of an eagle to help secure the outcome.
The world too parched and efficient
hungers for the food of soul.
In the heartland the Muses imbue our lives,
the daughters nine of Zeus
unwind us and open floodgates
to anchor with mobile grace.
Thread reaches out in web
to connect or repair the tear.
The resolve is not in the hands of God
but in the fists of those who hear
the voice that beckons.
Hearts open and the Soul
soars with opportunity.
The Soul delighted as beast of burden.
Let me take life on, All on prefeered
to dark, empty, endless sleep.
