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* Agent of Change *
:: ArthurPoet ::
you're innocent when you dream,
when you dream,
—Tom Waits—
PSY ...
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a shadow’s shadow
isnt there a sacredness
of spirit that runs through
your veins and speaks to you
and sings to you and burns
you and forges a way of life
that marks your bones
and builds within you a
character and words,
movements that have
life and breath,
the subtle look of fire
and hunger in your eyes,
what dreams do you dream
in the darkness of the night,
what dance do you dance
when your world is all but shadow,
what words do you speak
in your deepest solitude,
mine is life,
— arthur —
i assumed a solemn gesture of the soul,
i gave grace and heartfelt care, to nurture
and heal, to replenish,
i strive to walk a path of truth and honor,
to draw a sword of love to dispel fear,
to dispel lies and falsehood,
to change the course of an immortal river,
i am on an age old quest from a forgotten
future, i come, i journey thru lost paths
and hidden doors, an eternal rite,
from the center of the earth, i come,
from within the darkest
realm of shadow, i come,
— arthur —
. . . one man gathers what another man spills . . .
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it is the exquisiteness,
the fine lines, the crisp moments,
it is the color of life,
it is gentle immense powerful strength,
all in a casual glance,
it is the need for contact,
the feel, the need to look inside,
the evolving of the soul,
the order of things,
the human spirit,
it is that which goes unsaid,
it is the unknown, it is discovery,
it is new beginnings, old endings,
it is the edge and limit,
the defining factor,
pain, love, healing,
what does it take, to know a man,
what does it take, to know one's self,
what does it take, to awaken a man,
what does it take, to awaken one's self,
— arthur —
. . . to relish . . .
i relish in the beauty of a woman,
in her calm poise and her joyful
exuberance, in her freedom of
expression and her daring adventure,
her courage to grow and live and
become, i relish in the beauty of a
woman's spirit, in her delicate
strength, in her sensitivity, her love
of life, in her naked vulnerability,
and in the power that the gift of her
love has upon me, i relish in the
differences and similarities between
a woman and myself as a man, in the
possibilities of what is awakened in
her touch, and mine upon her, i
relish in the unknown, and i relish
in the discovery,
— shadow —
. . . . . . . . .
. . . a shadow . . .
the book of Thoth
it is a child's tale told by a fool
in the ancient language of kings,
in the sacred tongue of making,
the power of calling,
the power of summoning,
the weaving of a web and the journey
of a soul awakening, it is a child's
tale spoken in still hours of the night
when silence reigns and the soul comes
to commune with our inner world, it is
a child's tale remembered on distant world's
in long forgotten realms when magic rang high,
it is a child's tale of beauty and song and
honor and truth, it is a child's tale of
friendship and trust, it is a child's tale
of wonder and joy and tears and healing,
it is a child's tale of warriors and dragons
and kingdoms and a queen's vision and wish,
it is a child's tale meant to be given when
all else is forgotten foresaken and lost,
it is a child's tale kept safe by the guardians
of old hidden in the secret places, it is a child's
tale of an impenetrable stronghold, a fortress
against all evil, it is a child's tale of a garden
and forest, it is a child's tale of an angel of light,
it is a child's tale that comes unbidden when one
needs it most, it comes when it knows it must,
it is a child's tale of colors and dance,
it is a child's tale born in shadows and
sleeping in darkness, it is a child's tale
of unfathomable heart and unending
passion, it is a child's tale of wisdom
and laughter and dreams and purity,
it is a child's tale given to the holy so that
they might remember what was forgotten,
it is a child's tale,
it is a tale of life and love and hope,
it is a tale of tales, it is the tale of my life,
it is my tale, it is the tale of who i am,
who i was, and who i shall be again,
it is the tale of the king, reborn,
— arthur —
we must find the gentlest of
touches to caress another's
soul, we must learn to speak
softly, kindly, with the greatest
measure of care, we must look
deep within our nature, we must
look within the painful core, we
must find that place where
peace resides and we must
speak from that place,
it is only the heart and soul
of who we are,
— arthur —
Kaun Yin
Goddess of Infinite Compassion
i pray sometimes to speak live and breathe with
a spirit of infinite kindness and infinite care,
yet sometimes, the kindest thing one can do,
is to become silent, to just walk away,
to listen, hear, and feel,
to know,
to see,
when speaking fails,
when giving fails,
when trusting fails,
sometimes, the only thing left, to do, is to,
......... not-do .........
— shadow —
let us speak, then,
of that which lives within,
let us speak of the near and
dear things, of that which
moves our soul, let us speak
about an awakening,
about a summoning,
— shadow —
a warrior is a being who
serves his or her own heart
one chooses to love another, born of a deep
and profound appreciation for that which one
knows lives within, beyond sight and image,
it is the shadow of the spirit that we feel
when we gaze with our mind's eye,
it is a kindredness of spirit,
a family of family,
a shadow of who we are that we see in
certain others, and in the gift of a
gesture of friendship, a gesture of love,
a gift of caring, beyond all actions,
it is that which lives within,
we cherish and honor those whose
spirit touches us,
— shadow —
He who knows nothing, loves nothing. He who
can do nothing understands nothing. He who
understands nothing is worthless. But he who
understands also loves, notices sees. . . . The
more knowledge is inherent in a thing, the
greater the love. . . . Anyone who imagines
that all fruits ripen at the same time as the
strawberries knows nothing about grapes.
Paracelsus
it hurts when one is not honored as one honors,
when one is not nurtured as one nurtures,
when one is not returned, in kind, the
same spirit of giving and care that one gives,
too much and too many in this world forget,
too much and too many live life asleep,
i do not judge another their silences,
we all need alone times,
we all need silence, sometimes,
sometimes, we all need time to heal,
to love is to care,
to feel for another,
to feel them,
to feel their feelings,
to commune with them,
to share of our heart and soul,
to share of the deepest regions
within our most tender core,
our most vulnerable,
our most sensitive,
— shadow —
. . . eternity . . .
. . . benevolence . . .
-- The Wrathful God of Truth --
(wielding the vajra, the thunder lightening bolt)
(the weapon to shatter all falsehood)
To hear is to forget-
To remember is to listen-
To do is to understand-
— The Lady Toda —
