
Oh noble Swan
Sweet Troubadour
white winged Song
Lay your Golden egg
and Vault into the great Beyond
into
the
black,
whirling
tempest
Void
					into
the
vacuum
sucked
					there
by
Divine
lightening
struck
					splintered
and
destroyed....
			
now
formless,
nameless,
Unadorned
					you
are
remade
of
Fire - Reborn
					a shining
Presence,
sanctified
					embraced,
empowered,
tempered,
showered
					with
sparks
of
infinite
Flame
					the
Celestial
Spheres
ring
					burning,
Singing
through
your
molten
veins....
New
					you
journey
to
a
deeper place
					a place
of
Grace
					Creation's
source
					where
Love's
pure
force
smiles
upon
you
					in
simple
Empathy
					the
You-in-me/Me-in-you
					Beloved
who
embodies
perfection,
					Resurrection
					now
gives
direction
					and
something
More...
a goblet,
a
Grail
					a fairy
tale
cup,
ever
filled
Up
					Ever flowing
					with
ever
living,
all-knowing Essence
  to
  nourish
  the
  World...
Drink
deeply,
dear
Swan
					for
you
shall
travel
on
					dancing
with
Heaven
					savoring,
loving
this
Gift
you
are
given
  To
  create
  the
  Universe
  each
  day
  the
  first
  each
  moment
  Now,
  eternal
  rebirth
  as
  you
  play,
  play
  sweet
  Troubadour!
  create,
  excite,
  expand,
  Soar
  forward
  streaming
  Light
  trailing
  Miracles
  into
  the
  night
  behind
  your
  Awakening....
©
5-24-92 Liesl Lee