ありがとう星女

Memory Echo: Dream Poem Preface

 

I have a relative over on Honshu.

With a 'certain kind of travel,'

it's really just a short distance across the water from here.

 

“A sister from another mother,” as the saying goes.

Or maybe a long-lost brother from another time.

Who knows?

 

Perhaps we are

of some other luminous shape

for which there is no known label yet.

Either way, one does not mistake one's ancient-familiars

or second-guess the stirring echo of ancient codes that have always been.

 

Like shinobi, "hidden ninjas,"

living in villages on distant mountains,

sending hilltop messages across wide moonlit valleys,

our ancestral tongues are different

but somehow, some way,

we speak the same twilight language of forests and memory.

 

On a night when the moon was bright and full,

a dispatch came from her side of the valley.

A question tied to a crow's ink-black wing. 

Have you received a message in a dream?

 

In an instant, a long-forgotten message returned.

A fire was relit.

Now, it glows and grows and burns.


Koyasan: Beacons Being Lit On The Mountain

 

It arrived years ago after a dark night of feeling like giving up.

I contemplated all the old warriors who'd ever opened up their own guts.

I meditated on the practice of offering up one's soul to the passing hazy moon.

I fell asleep in a stupor and woke from a dream just after noon.

 

Through the Great Eye that dwells behind human eyes,

I saw myself moving, carefree,

gliding along like a heron in flight.

Across tree-lined valleys

along rivers of light

down walkways of stone

illuminated by lanterns on either side.

 

It was then that I heard the old instructions again.

The words passed through me

from the voice of a long-dead friend.

 

Your path is not done.

Stay to The Way.

Wander forward through this world on fire.

Stay to The Way.

Practice until you are solid like stone.

Stay to The Way.

Stay to The Way.

Tend your inner light until you become a flame.

Stay to The Way.

Stay to The Way.

Remind others of the Faithful-Light they have within.

Stay to The Way.

Stay to The Way.

Become a wandering stone lantern again.

Stay to The Way.

Stay to The Way.


(c) 2018 / Frank LaRue Owen (Wandering Stone Lantern) / purelandpoetry.com

sound: Ascension of Protection, from Cavern of Sirens / Steve Roach + vidnaObmana

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