Every time you presented with a challenge, pain, suffering, attacks or shame, it is an opportunity for you to heal a very old wound that is festering and begging for your attention. This is where I find myself: Healing wounds and thanking the monsters for their revelations.
Natural vs Unnatural: Wounds Healed
Created in the day from the soils of the night.
One with all and nothing with everything.
The Natural world beckons some
Unnatural wants will guide others.
A hawk stands ever watchful for it's prey.
Protecting the nest from harm of vermin.
Attentively the wolf sits, ears perked to all.
Nature bends to their will and guides joyfully.
A demon in the window of eyes shows bitter souls.
Drops down to the pits with a pure heart as its toll
The eagle begs to listen and the crow warns of dread
They sense and see the blaze, all lit up in the head.
Confused, and grasping at saints, angels and gods
When none of them come calling, try New Age and Mod.
To some, age demands servitude, while that same soul's too young to know.
And I have been here longer still, than my face will ever show.
A competition none signed for, to race behind a mask
I'll sit here on the sidelines, a much more simple task
Watching as they flounder, watching them twist and break
Watching as the soul is burned by the choices that they make.
But respect isnt your way, and you remember the stories all wrong.
Dissolving to the truth, never takes this long
Some will bend to them and that will stunt peaceful release
It's within their grasp, a noose of lies their only thief.
Bitter resentments and jealous glares, to serve a dark void of hate.
There is no prize to be had and in fact they've sealed their twisted fate.
None will bide their mouths and none will bide their time.
For what they toss aside is wasted included their delusional minds.
To take, never giving and cry out it's foul play
Seems to be the only talent, their only 'sacred' way.
The bear does not bow to them, it turns their back and roars.
The eagle does not speak to them, it's reminding what's in store.
The fawn comes bounding lively, the innocence that could be.
It leaves for just a moment then remembers the evil it sees.
And one tells of a two legged spirit, that haunts each dreamtime scape
The rotting of ones mind and the lies have sealed their fate.
The four-legged creatures warn, the winged ones cry out
The life being lived by some, is not what it's all about
And as they gain their power, by leeching others dry,
The meek will sit in silence and and watch the lies fly by.
While sitting in the forest the fox poked it's head up from the green
It bounded to our feet, right to us and relayed all it's seen
Beware the cunning is not conning in this world of masked foes
Recognize your shadow's partners or you'll be sealed in your woes.
Rip off the skin you're shedding, for it doesn't serve anymore
Leave it to vultures that pick at and tear; all they are good for
They take tossings, they take leavings, they take excrement too
They take all they can devour, if they could, they'd even take you.
Copyright Cari-Lee Miller 2016
It is the simplest, most intricate events in this life that cultivate slowly to make the greatest things happen. These small weavings through time are a treasures we often overlook. Walk each moment in a way that leaves you whole and not wanting. Not always the way it goes but surely the way most rewarding, most memorable and most pleasing when hindsight sits at your feet, beckoning you to understand the lesson.
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