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At Wild Spirit’s Door I At what Gate am I Such magnificance as met With hard road ahead. I am but a man Manifesting desire For understanding Wisdom’s not enough Hard living even in dreams Brings me to this spot Where legends meet real And singing songs lie ready Preparing the way. ___*___ And the Centaur, Chiron laughed, unable to just stand there After trotting around in such evident glee. “You all think wishing for better is well enough… Oh my, oh me, know what we see? Oh a prayer, mantra... how so very nice to eat God is so with you. Loving us all Seeing your willful ignorance's in such careful practice Little matter to you... Without knowing, same vibrations stay attached. We feed, as high priests remain running Thinking to save, at least, each, himself Having left his proper Trail long, long ago How goes the arrogance now? Still calling himself father, then brother... Shepard of so little flock left But ancient, dwindling memories?” “What has this to do with me?” I asked “You here… Speaking on dining so on hopes and dreams tasked.” “Oh, we do eat emotions so well,” he replied “As all unfolds… Dreaming remaining Just a giddy mirage of bountiful tables serving... Hiding evils easily More so then allowed into your dated world Which crumbles in tasty piecemeal energies With each misguided step. Look around you… Animals know all Hear them as they too get leave to laugh. Kill one, mistreat one, they all know ‘Tis better to stand in peace They have the thicker armor. Or, in feeling rabid as you They would rise in defense And wipe you all out. For in true wisdom, wisest know All is vibration A kind is not part this, and other that But a Whole Looking at it’s Self through Duality To learn... about It’s Self, in its moving side-to-side Up-and-down, becoming a higher Whole. And as you do to one of a kind You do unto one of your own higher Self Get it? Imagine that, there is no forgiveness. Right or wrong There just... Is.” ___*___ “Yet”, he continued “Yet you forgive and do penance For so many wrongs, not really wrong Leaving the mighty big ones alone.” “Yes”, I answered, “We do practice that edifice built As a better bag, lighter to carry, than unforgiven guilt's.” “Listen to you... poet are you?” Chiron glared, humor now faded Changing to his Shape-shifter self. “Thinking to forgive yourselves Even to allowing others to be their own forgivers As if they had some kind of power to what Change intent at the time? Or, forgive a memory Of anything already past, as done? I, when in your form, worked to better my Self... Through normal Gates earned Using guilt’s I had, as badges of learning How else to be what I am to become And in understanding, change. Human Tricksters know what Is... becomes into Was Human kind then creating profits... to salve consciences Creating only a beggar’s wheels ever-turning Playing catch-up with ghost forgiveness’s. Knowing what you truly do then constantly With such a tough resilience Is not too... really Change. No, never wholly that... To truly do, as you human’s would be done by. Better cursing, damning as you do The Fate’s plate in front of you… Actions still demanding fair justice.” “Well,” I countered “We, ourselves, each serve self up to our Self. Are we then to be so damned?” And the Centaur in Chiron Sharply laughed behind his mask… “You are already wildly, living damned”, he replied. “Lost in the We-of-It As we all are, wildly living… Why, look at even me!” he said Shifting his presense from Chiron to Centaur “Do you even know who it is you truly see? We each live within our own damnation cell Else why travel through so many Gates, looking so for freedom? And to find me standing here, waiting for you… We are more alike... then you know. Isn’t it truly more than curiosity That drives us seekers so? Not all are just Wanderers as you Some, are just Nomads on the loose to shake things up.” ___*___ “If humankind would only truly look And travel around through Time”, he continued “Trying not so hard, to deaden yourselves... Instead, search out further, see our combined local truth’s In wise knowing, celebrating the return of our right actions coming... Balance again, may right the playing Game. Then friendly hands can shake, until the next time... Then, visiting upon us at these Gates again In receiving, need no more excuses For passing through... Rather staying firm Managing the proper balancing out, before approach. Think it fair Wisdom manifesting... Not... Cause, Event, Forgive and Onward, Unbalanced, - Tally-ho... Better to... Cause, Event, get Right-Balanced Then move forward, learned, forgiven Better armed with truer intent. You humans already have the right life-long Guide Present near you to provide highest example If you would but truly listen, see, taste, and feel. Learn ye well from Nature Supreme For within Her, All is Balance.” ___*___ He let me think on this awhile As a beautiful breeze blew new leaves On a close-by tree. I saw a yellow light leave a branch A firefly or fairy? It did a quick somersault near us Then went over and alighted on another closer tree behind me. While Chiron unmindful, contiunued… "Think of the inside of the spinning Ouroboros Sorted out from the Chaos without. All is Balance here calling... Creating order constant... out of Universal Chaos. For is not that the most supreme wish of all Order in Chaos? Your Heaven’s Nothing in Balance Where songs may gather, and sing us all in Peace?" "Yes", he said, "knowing Chaos is never far afield, true Though still, It being up to us to open any wild door... So does Curiosity prosper…” he chuckled “It dances lively a lot. As is this door, this Gate, brought for you You, coming to freely pass.” (to be cont’d)

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On the Trail, Meeting the Centaur, Chiron I

At Wild Spirit’s Door I At what Gate am I Such magnificance as met With hard road ahead. I am but a man Manifesting desire For understanding Wisdom’s not enough Hard living even in dreams Brings me to this spot Where legends meet real And singing songs lie ready Preparing the way. ___*___ And the Centaur, Chiron laughed, unable to just stand there After trotting around in such evident glee. “You all think wishing for better is well enough… Oh my, oh me, know what we see? Oh a prayer, mantra... how so very nice to eat God is so with you. Loving us all Seeing your willful ignorance's in such careful practice Little matter to you... Without knowing, same vibrations stay attached. We feed, as high priests remain running Thinking to save, at least, each, himself Having left his proper Trail long, long ago How goes the arrogance now? Still calling himself father, then brother... Shepard of so little flock left But ancient, dwindling memories?” “What has this to do with me?” I asked “You here… Speaking on dining so on hopes and dreams tasked.” “Oh, we do eat emotions so well,” he replied “As all unfolds… Dreaming remaining Just a giddy mirage of bountiful tables serving... Hiding evils easily More so then allowed into your dated world Which crumbles in tasty piecemeal energies With each misguided step. Look around you… Animals know all Hear them as they too get leave to laugh. Kill one, mistreat one, they all know ‘Tis better to stand in peace They have the thicker armor. Or, in feeling rabid as you They would rise in defense And wipe you all out. For in true wisdom, wisest know All is vibration A kind is not part this, and other that But a Whole Looking at it’s Self through Duality To learn... about It’s Self, in its moving side-to-side Up-and-down, becoming a higher Whole. And as you do to one of a kind You do unto one of your own higher Self Get it? Imagine that, there is no forgiveness. Right or wrong There just... Is.” ___*___ “Yet”, he continued “Yet you forgive and do penance For so many wrongs, not really wrong Leaving the mighty big ones alone.” “Yes”, I answered, “We do practice that edifice built As a better bag, lighter to carry, than unforgiven guilt's.” “Listen to you... poet are you?” Chiron glared, humor now faded Changing to his Shape-shifter self. “Thinking to forgive yourselves Even to allowing others to be their own forgivers As if they had some kind of power to what Change intent at the time? Or, forgive a memory Of anything already past, as done? I, when in your form, worked to better my Self... Through normal Gates earned Using guilt’s I had, as badges of learning How else to be what I am to become And in understanding, change. Human Tricksters know what Is... becomes into Was Human kind then creating profits... to salve consciences Creating only a beggar’s wheels ever-turning Playing catch-up with ghost forgiveness’s. Knowing what you truly do then constantly With such a tough resilience Is not too... really Change. No, never wholly that... To truly do, as you human’s would be done by. Better cursing, damning as you do The Fate’s plate in front of you… Actions still demanding fair justice.” “Well,” I countered “We, ourselves, each serve self up to our Self. Are we then to be so damned?” And the Centaur in Chiron Sharply laughed behind his mask… “You are already wildly, living damned”, he replied. “Lost in the We-of-It As we all are, wildly living… Why, look at even me!” he said Shifting his presense from Chiron to Centaur “Do you even know who it is you truly see? We each live within our own damnation cell Else why travel through so many Gates, looking so for freedom? And to find me standing here, waiting for you… We are more alike... then you know. Isn’t it truly more than curiosity That drives us seekers so? Not all are just Wanderers as you Some, are just Nomads on the loose to shake things up.” ___*___ “If humankind would only truly look And travel around through Time”, he continued “Trying not so hard, to deaden yourselves... Instead, search out further, see our combined local truth’s In wise knowing, celebrating the return of our right actions coming... Balance again, may right the playing Game. Then friendly hands can shake, until the next time... Then, visiting upon us at these Gates again In receiving, need no more excuses For passing through... Rather staying firm Managing the proper balancing out, before approach. Think it fair Wisdom manifesting... Not... Cause, Event, Forgive and Onward, Unbalanced, - Tally-ho... Better to... Cause, Event, get Right-Balanced Then move forward, learned, forgiven Better armed with truer intent. You humans already have the right life-long Guide Present near you to provide highest example If you would but truly listen, see, taste, and feel. Learn ye well from Nature Supreme For within Her, All is Balance.” ___*___ He let me think on this awhile As a beautiful breeze blew new leaves On a close-by tree. I saw a yellow light leave a branch A firefly or fairy? It did a quick somersault near us Then went over and alighted on another closer tree behind me. While Chiron unmindful, contiunued… "Think of the inside of the spinning Ouroboros Sorted out from the Chaos without. All is Balance here calling... Creating order constant... out of Universal Chaos. For is not that the most supreme wish of all Order in Chaos? Your Heaven’s Nothing in Balance Where songs may gather, and sing us all in Peace?" "Yes", he said, "knowing Chaos is never far afield, true Though still, It being up to us to open any wild door... So does Curiosity prosper…” he chuckled “It dances lively a lot. As is this door, this Gate, brought for you You, coming to freely pass.” (to be cont’d)