Green Book Of Meditations Volume 6 The Books of Songs - Student ...
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By Michael April 6th, 1992<br />
<strong>The</strong> Camel<br />
<strong>The</strong> Camel sails upon the desert<br />
It knows the way will be long & dry.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Camel sails upon the desert<br />
And only its rider can know why.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Falcon soars with its outstretched wings<br />
It feels the ebbs and puffs <strong>of</strong> the air.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Falcon soars with its out-stretched wings<br />
On it's destination does it care?<br />
<strong>The</strong> Salmon leaps o'er the churning falls<br />
Leaving the water it briefly flies.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Salmon leaps o'er the churning falls<br />
And reaching its birthplace, the fish dies.<br />
By Michael April 6th, 1992<br />
A boring biolab fieldtrip...<br />
How much longer?<br />
Smoke! Look, Smoke!<br />
What type <strong>of</strong> fire is that?<br />
Run to the cause.<br />
Branches dodge me.<br />
Emerge from the quiet woods.<br />
Roaring frames before me<br />
Rippling downwind.<br />
One spark started it.<br />
<strong>The</strong> spreading ring.<br />
Inside, all is burnt.<br />
<strong>The</strong> area <strong>of</strong> Change is thin.<br />
Outside, all fear it.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Change is painful.<br />
That-which-changes<br />
Can see but the pain.<br />
Should I jump through,<br />
Or let it catch me?<br />
By Michael Nov. 22, 1992<br />
<strong>The</strong> Prairie Fire<br />
<strong>The</strong> Search<br />
Do I aimlessly wander the silent hills?<br />
Are my sylvan prayers better spent in church?<br />
Can an Outsider cure the world's dark ills?<br />
Will I ever find That for which I search?<br />
By Michael<br />
Sonnet 1: <strong>The</strong> Would-be Bard<br />
My Muse, she gathers songs <strong>of</strong> man and elf,<br />
<strong>The</strong> moving ballad with feuds and flowers.<br />
Yet this is all to waste, just like my self,<br />
if we can't write a song by our powers.<br />
Knowledge, she knows what I attempt to say.<br />
Skill, he molds out my dreams (time pays his hire.)<br />
Wisdom, she pushes us onward when we tire.<br />
With the, the mind <strong>of</strong> the wise bard can sing.<br />
Och!, how I seek to obtain their prowess.<br />
Fain that I were the master <strong>of</strong> one thing<br />
Than the journeyman with twelve not <strong>of</strong> his!<br />
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<strong>The</strong>re's more value in my crafted object<br />
Than the finest scale could ever detect.<br />
By Michael Nov. 22, 1992<br />
<strong>The</strong> White Jewel<br />
Some mock my lovely jewel,<br />
"She is merely a moon."<br />
She can move seas... Can you?<br />
Her light is scorned by lamps,<br />
"I can turn them on or <strong>of</strong>f!"<br />
She leads women... Can you?<br />
She always will return.<br />
"She is in fixed orbit."<br />
She's eternal... Are you?<br />
By Michael April 8th, 1992<br />
Sine Ceolbhinn<br />
'Se Sine Ceolbhinn a tha an anam oirre!<br />
Seinn i an amhrainn sean agus an amhrainn og!<br />
Tha thu mor clarsach beag agus mo caraid fhior!<br />
Tha mo gaol bog ort, an drasda gu siorraidh!<br />
To Jean Sweetmusic<br />
Jean Sweetmusic is the name that is upon she!<br />
She sings the ancient songs and those that crawl on knees!<br />
You are my little harp and my most loyal friend!<br />
My s<strong>of</strong>t love is on you now till the final end!<br />
A Poem to my Harp<br />
When we go to Eire what will it be like?<br />
Will I explore on foot or ride on a bike?<br />
Will I unpack you on a wind torn strand<br />
To play for dancing spirits <strong>of</strong> that land?<br />
Will the Quiet Ones come from hidden doors<br />
To sit around us at Her heath'ry moors?<br />
Will my chilled hands pluck random melodies<br />
While the streams sing <strong>of</strong> lands with golden trees?<br />
Will Night's chorus join us in a sad tune<br />
With your strings backlit by a silv'ry moon?<br />
Perhaps the Bardic Muse will whisper things<br />
That reveal stories <strong>of</strong> lovers and <strong>of</strong> kings.<br />
Let's go, good companion, maybe this year,<br />
And see what wonders may to us appear.