New Lesson Plan

The Universe and I agree,
some Starry nights hold a gift for me.

While Freya chants a runic tune,
her Nornic messages are woven in dew.

A memo to a memo requires focus.
"Pardon me, sir, is that the humming of locust?"

"Besides," Coyote teasingly chides,
"don't you already have a degree in hocus-pocus?"

"Con te partiro," quoth Raven taking wing.
How epic the aperture shows this Spring's fling.

Now back to my studies, I'm off to roam,
through Eleusinian fields with
a slender graceful tome.

~May 20, 2009

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You're master of what you've lived,
artisan at what you're living,
amateur at what's next to live.

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You build lifetimes
as spiders build webs.
Lots of trials, sometime
to fit one strand.

~Messiah's Handbook:
Reminders for the Advanced Soul

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The Warrior of the Light recognizes the silence
that precedes an important battle.

The silence that says "Things have stopped.
Why not forget fighting and enjoy yourself
a little." At this point, inexperienced
combatants lay down their arms and
complain that they are bored.

The Warrior listens intently to that silence
and understands that somewhere
something is happening. He knows that
devastating earthquakes arrive without
warning. He has walked through the
forests at night and knows that it is
precisedly when the animals are silent
that danger is near.

While the others talk, the Warrior trains
himself in the use of the sword and keeps
his eye on the horizon.

~Paulo Coelho
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