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On The Trail - Preludes I

_______________ I _________________ Note left at the Laughing Master’s Door Oh my, be we all loved friends here… Welcome. How I love finding you safely arrived. After all, this writing is for you. As I left before In due Time, as due I leave so again For further realms. If interested, I offer this Trail-knowledge free Wrapped in story For following your own dusty path. Where I go, have gone? Sorry, my own is my own, earned. As before... other trails... I will not speak of… Until it be right Time. Though find you yours, free, here to start And as blessed as mine. _____________________ II __________________ Winter’s Haiku Mystery Opening, as Promised Winter 2 me’s and 2 I’s Fire flames grand, secret’s cool Waking by I, for... Spring The known 3 coming Glowing, within gendered view Walking free, to find... Summer For a little Time Knowing well, the fate coming; Tarry, not here, for... Fall Yin-Yang must balance Harvest comes, Winter returns Feast unto Seed-sleep. Winter Decision’s choice... true? Will I sleep in peace… this time As this year does end... As foretold long past Books are freely opening… True to storied form. So rest I, well placed To see what tomorrow brings As Sun commands... Rise. ________________________ III _________________________ At Story’s Beginning, Gardens – part 1 ‘This is what They talk about.’ Peace-balance almost completely overwhelming Almost all here losing, sense of individuality; Cause/effect just fitting naturally balanced One flowing from and into an other Measured as right, into days coming From days... future’s passing. Perhaps why it had taken them some time to locate Him The open lazy river, itself such a balanced wonderment Wandering, curling over the holding crack Into this open, high valley... Strange, without seeming a need to flow Other than not to be left behind, the streaming… pushing all on. So all have fair turn, in traveling There, through here. While stacked along it’s curving edges With open acres between… Were laying separate, a collective Of simple dwellings. Ah, so found, for here is where many of the most famous warriors Saints, Legends, even sinners came... And come To find permanent home; Building with creative mind’s energys Spending wise in currents, out and away From their own fitting balances Enhancing cohesiveness... Completing, nay Complimenting more, Nature’s Natural area found Never detracting... To, or from it. The Three walking, glancing at each other Seeing no disorder, all under apparent easy control Was this not as surprising as... The deep emotions attending, stirring, were. Thoughts rising, unbidden, like hazy Sunrises for each Probing entry into Serenity’s thought secure.... Long thought well settled before Into just another becoming day; Each thought sent out ‘If worthy, perhaps for Me... here, too.’ Coupling on it’s identical in the three Folding in seamlessly, without a ripple. No stone need skipped As thought-word passages began... Knowing they all too well, who to see Soon, wildest destination approaching And ready, they must all be. ‘Yes, it is to Us to wrest Him away One more time’ said Tara ‘Though He already has paid such a deep price Earning well… all this,’ reminded Hermes. ‘Will, why... would He agree then to leave? For what gain, over this?’ Bacchus added. ‘Is gain really even a part of price?’ they all thought In that same moment, thought-tied together. So passed they on Each then passing back, in each, into their own thoughts... As they proceeded down the sandy, packed trail Offering width for two only, at best One only for the swarthy Bacchus Who tailed the other two. ‘Do I deem tears on his cheeks’ Hermes mumbled... ‘Whenever have we seen outrageous life And living excess Cry in enfolding calms?’ ‘A true wonder indeed,’ Tara replied. Quietly they moved on Passing ever so often, slight trails… That broke off towards the now hidden River. No sign, service, no placement Marked any to be noted as special; Though all knew… Finding was not a purpose here Nor a reward. Men came here not to be found Much less approached... They came to be assimilated. Folding in with the softest, balanced vibrations Friendly feelings, sounding... Coming into... came from... small birds Landing freely on their shoulders... Little animals running ahead as if childish guides Not in fear, almost as a greeting revue. A gladdening way of peaceful introduction To special presents, known laying ahead. No fear here… Just a blanketing gentleness Though still marked sound In felt, steady Awareness. Wise eagle, and swift hawk Flying high overhead... ‘Intent’ Perhaps those two too, come with intent, Tara thought. ‘What we are looking for stays hidden...’ Bacchus added... ‘We should break soon, as I desire some cool water To soothe my aching feet.’ Looking down he added.. ‘not used to walking so’. ‘Our message was to look for the bald eagle And sparrow hawk,’ Tara continued. ‘They will ask us purpose The rest is up to...’ She waved her hand through the air. ‘This vibration surround Measuring our stated intent-to-need.’ ‘So Be It, true,’ all three said in unison. ‘Well, let us measure out intent true then’ Hermes added. ‘Then we will see, if what will be.. will come to Be. After all, this future is not yet fully written. Unless Life is reading from a different book That no one yet has opened to read.' (to be cont’d)

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