Out of the world’s confusion
like a thorn filled briar,
we reach out to the heavens
our playthings set aside
for body, mind and heart
to follow the stars.
We travel by night
under deep space shining,
gaining our bearings
for the direction we take
to find our way forward
to the birthplace of innocence,
bringing our gifts
to the great light reborn.
Right on, Don!
Don, careful. You’re coming close to Christianity at the same time you are arriving at your lovely poetic expression. What a talent you have. Thanks.
Awareness… the first gift inside me of the great light reborn. Thanks for sharing your light, Don.
I’m losing connectivity, Don, as Parkinson’s creeps through my brain. I will continue to enjoy as best I can…
Very beautiful, Don. And potent.
Thank you Don, for capturing that internal journey so beautifully, dare I say, poetically! To articulate in this way brings soul and form into our feelings and thoughts, which is a gift and an ability you have. We journey on!
Don — I join you joyfully in following the stars that emanate original currents of the heart’s pure innocence, amidst the fertile field in which great light can be ongoingly reborn within.
Beautiful!!!!
Spare and potent…a great poem!
Nice work, Don: each phrase an Epiphany. Beyond the wonderful word-smithery, I love the inspirational sentiment.
I Love this Don. Thank you friend.
Thank you Don. You have transmuted the story of the Magi into a spiritual journey of the soul, a journey to original innocence.