Traveling…

Travelers
 
There was a time:
a Dream Time
when all Dream Travelers
surrendered excess Dream
energy and left it behind
deposited in Secret Places
filled with Secret Spaces
the Travelers knew they would
find, when they returned.
 
Those saved Dream Vapors
allowed the Travelers  
forward momentum.
 
Most Travelers grasped the idea
and intention of leaving behind a
vapor trail, an energy spill, in order
to find their way back home and
return to those they knew they must find
inside a new and special time….
the Ones they promised to reconnect with
and to finish unfinished business.
Wrap things up.
 
Each life accepts a Primary Intention.
Every Soul seeks,
finds, and concludes.
 
Becoming Travelers, we return and pursue our
Secret Guides, often not knowing what we
are doing or why we are looking ~ and seldom
finding our Guides where they promised
to be or where we thought we might
find them (if, indeed, we thought of them at all). 
 
So, we hunt.  Still, they understand the larger
picture and, somehow, energy conspires to direct
and unite us.  Our Guides recognize us, having
collected our lingering dream energy and having
remembered all the places of Magic and Intention:
The Dream Places and our Essence…come Home.
 
Every life fills with
Magic and Secrets
Surprise and Wonder.
 
I walked paths
darkened by the
moon’s brief shadow:
lit by its cuticle
sliver ~ rocking,
rocking mournfully
dancing painfully
across an indigo
drenched sky.
I thought of you.
 
Unfinished Business: sometimes joy
sometimes fear, sometimes pain
always unexpected and lesson filled.
 
We walk these Ancient roads alone.
The Old Ways lead us Home.
 
Each Way takes note of our passing.
Each Way cradles our essence
as we pass all Ways and wend
journeys, homeward, at last.
All expressions exist inside
various lanes along these
old, old Ways until they join.
 
We leave our flow behind
chiseling marks, marking paths
with symbols we might never
imagine in the next and next life
could we but prod them into
existence, carved into our being.
 
We all must live the horror and
the happiness if we are to reclaim our
place among the journey’s Ways.
We brand each path with our dreams
and sorrows, weeping energy,
dancing joy along the Way.
 
 
by Barbara Helvey-Hughes, 2020
For Peter McKinnon (who knows The Place)