Oh noble Swan
Sweet Troubadour
white winged Song
Lay your Golden egg
and Vault into the great Beyond
into
the
black,
whirling
tempest
Void
into
the
vacuum
sucked
there
by
Divine
lightening
struck
splintered
and
destroyed....
now
formless,
nameless,
Unadorned
you
are
remade
of
Fire - Reborn
a shining
Presence,
sanctified
embraced,
empowered,
tempered,
showered
with
sparks
of
infinite
Flame
the
Celestial
Spheres
ring
burning,
Singing
through
your
molten
veins....
New
you
journey
to
a
deeper place
a place
of
Grace
Creation's
source
where
Love's
pure
force
smiles
upon
you
in
simple
Empathy
the
You-in-me/Me-in-you
Beloved
who
embodies
perfection,
Resurrection
now
gives
direction
and
something
More...
a goblet,
a
Grail
a fairy
tale
cup,
ever
filled
Up
Ever flowing
with
ever
living,
all-knowing Essence
to
nourish
the
World...
Drink
deeply,
dear
Swan
for
you
shall
travel
on
dancing
with
Heaven
savoring,
loving
this
Gift
you
are
given
To
create
the
Universe
each
day
the
first
each
moment
Now,
eternal
rebirth
as
you
play,
play
sweet
Troubadour!
create,
excite,
expand,
Soar
forward
streaming
Light
trailing
Miracles
into
the
night
behind
your
Awakening....
©
5-24-92 Liesl Lee