My Dark Night Horses

Some shackle their nightmares

I set freedom to my steeds

Shoeing them with light iron

Granting higher scale and faster speed  

 

In the darkness of their hour

These roof top guardians stand their watch

Awaiting sounds of falling dreams

Revisiting what was lost 

 

In flight they search for traces

And remnants of lost souls

Left along the gutters edge

Of a thousand cities paved in gold  

 

Recording the names and faces

Those marked as Satan’s dead

My mares note each birthmark

And the dreams they nightly dread

 

By morning my steeds returning

With lost hope of countless years

Filling my morning cup overflowing

With faces crying unheard tears 

 

This quill bleeds the vessel

Writing each name upon a list

Of daily prayers to be recited

For all these weary quests 

 

My scrolled task in order

Prayers for nameless hearts unfed

I thank my dark night horses

And send them to their bed

 

I thank my dark night horses

And send them to their bed

 

bkmackenzie

copyrighted 2009

Wisdom at the Wailing Wall

I met Wisdom at the Wailing Wall

Sitting quietly in the noon day sun

She asked I sit beside her

Recounting the reason I had come

 

All the while the sundial’s fingertip

Slowly traveled toward the dusk

Weaving Wisdom with timelessness 

As my sorrow gave way

To trust —

 

bmackenzie

copyrighted 2009

“grazie”

 

the language drifted,

unknowable,

vibrating the marrow

of the canvassed room –

 

setting light found

shelter in the shadow –

crystal glasses

melted the heart’s

of their audience –

then graciously bowed

to the applause

 

my breath filtered

by an interlude –

of fragrance whispering

“diminuendo”

as you appeared glancing

towards the open window

of lifes mural

 

I offered to open

its door –

“grazie”  – fell

from the silence -

I followed

its lead

 

“grazie”

 

copyrighted 2009

bkmackenzie

Surrender to Soul’s Purpose

 

 

  

Control freaks- we all know them.  Some of us do not have to go any further then the bathroom mirror to see one.  As a part of being a functional human being we need to have a measure of control in our lives.  A good warm feeling of what is happening with family, work and personal pleasures.  That is when we have a tendency to feel our safest and most secure, when we have control. 

 

However, we are not all born under the sign of Libra whose main purpose is to keep the scales of life balanced with the guidance of Venus.  In fact even some Libras’ loose it, control that is, and like the rest of us seek shelter in the comfort of the soul.

 

For some control becomes a curse and burden in which they bury themselves until the light of day is hardly visible; and with that the castle walls built for protection usually start cracking and tumbling down.

 

So, why surrender?  Why, give in?  Why, let go of all this control? It sounds so weak and helpless and vulnerable.

 

To truly succeed at that which you have been created to fulfill it is essential to surrender; to let go of the control that you look at as your soul’s life jacket.  Life jacket’s become straitjackets created for the sole purpose of controlling.   The spirit needs freedom to express itself, freedom with out the fears and limits we place in our lives and in our own minds.  It is up to each one of us to face our fears and cut the strings of the straitjacket we have bound ourselves in. 

 

Success in life is surrendering to your Soul Purpose.

 

Holiness —”is nothing else but a resolution made, the heroic act of a soul that surrenders to God.”   —Saint Thomas Aquinas

 

 

blessings …

 

signed …….bkmackenzie

Lady of the Water

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What shore holds thee?

Is it near?

What name calls thee?

Is it fear?

What house bears the dwellers name?

Is its threshold crossed with blame?

 

Is it the ocean you awaken to?

Is it the voice you listen for?

Is it the dwelling place of your soul?

The wind asked no more

I let it go — 

 

The steps we take are forever cast

Set in the lines we label past

Joy and tears of written pages

Never read but in the dreams of sages

Its nightly passage into eternity

Invisible to the awakened that claim to see -

 

I dreamt of an ocean filled with souls

Known only to the Lady of the Water

Held willing in her lullabies flow

effortlessly – through the ebb and tide of hereafter-

 

What shore holds thee?

She asked me once –

I do not know.  I answered calmly

What name calls thee?

She asked me twice -

I do not know.  I answered solemnly

What house bears your hearts name?

I do not know.  I answered – Do not ask again.

 

I awoke to an ocean calm by measure

I called to lady within its water –

The voice I heard was but my own

The threshold I crossed bore a name

unknowable to all who crossed for gain

 

The water rose 

The tide came in

My soul gave rise

to the lady therein -

 

 

bkmackenzie

copyrighted 2009