The Mists of the fog were falling over me
Blocking my view of this far away land
Suddenly I see the rider flowing through the window of my vision.
Riding over the sands of my eyes, on the desert of a far away mission
We embrassed in a way that we were summer salting over a land of a far away place
We flowed like a river not knowing where we were going...
To Land upon a oasis in the middle of the night
I told him it will be alright as long as we keep moving.
Toward an eternity that looked so familiar
Huge buildings of sandstone surrounded us like a cathedral
As we longed for the land we called home
Another soul retrieval...or phrophecy....I am not sure....all I know...it is a love like the desert longs for the rain....always waiting...always searching...for that place I call home....
empress of the east
Gee Whiz, Kristine....
This profound writing of yours has reminded me of something a little further back, but no less profound.
It's all memory! I already posted this else where, but I have edited this for our concern;
Okephere stood on the full lions head of the Sphinx. It lay buried in sand up to its eyes. He looked back to view the three pyramids upon the plateau. They also lay partially buried by huge drifts of sand.
The once splendid polished white marble sheeting that adorned the pyramids was falling away, and pitted dull by several centuries of blowing sand and neglect.
Okephere remembered once upon a time the “Stars of Amun upon Earth” shined, as did the stars in the heavens. During the day they reflected the blue of the sky. In the evening they reflected the night sky and its stars. They were like mountainous triangular glass vessels that captured the night Goddess Nut within.
Okephere looked up to the south and west. The three main stars of the constellation Amun-Re (Orion) were shinning brightly beside a flowing river of twinkling stars, the Milky Way. From here he cast his gaze down on to the flowing Nile and the three pyramids of the plateau beside it. Now he sobbed mournfully because he remembered.
He sat upon the head of the lion and closed his eyes to see what once was. His wings of perception opened and The Horus King became Horus the Hawk soaring toward the three stars in the heavens. Amon-Re the Almighty Creator of All stood behind the three stars. Silently Amon-Re reached across the Heavens and with his hand cupped the star of Isis (Sirius).
Okephere's sorrow became joy in his heart soaring as the Hawk.
He awoke still seated upon the head of the Sphinx. His beloved Aahmes had come to him during the night and sat beside him in embrace. She slept soundly with her head resting upon his shoulder. Behind them the star of Isis had risen with the approaching dawn soon to follow.
Turning to her as she awoke he said, “I have had a vision!" Before Aahmes could question him, Okephere planted his lips upon hers, and they were enveloped in passions flame.
Upon the head of the Sphinx they made love under the stars. She opened herself to him and he took her with gentile force. She flowed beneath him as the Nile flows under the Sun, bringing the essence of life itself to the sacred thirsting Earth.
Hi Kriss and Osiris
It is beatifull, I can feel the energy, love to both.
Ulla (Denmark) loll with lot of snow. :p
The snow is falling
and I am calling
to you to come and remember
that cold...cold day....
"when it was a beautiful day.....
teach me...i know i am not a hopeless case
please don't let me fall from grace."....
this is part me and part U2....funny ulla....i just logged on and yes it is snowing here too...hahahha
My soul retrieval is increasing now...as i meditate with the calling of earth mother goddess to show me my destiny....and follow the red road..of my path...see the world of green and blue....it is a beautiful day....
empress of east
The procession of Stars.
The constellations moving in time coriographed to their positions placed by Divinity.
The backdrop of the stage set by the writer.
To witness epoch upon each generation seemingly without end.
The Stars our only witnesses bearing the truth of who we are,
and what we shall become.
I'm Calling You
A desert road from vegas to nowheresome place better than where you've beenA coffee machine that needs some fixingIn a little cafe just around the bendI am calling youCan't you hear meI am calling youA hot dry wind blows right through meThe baby's crying and I can't sleepBut we both know a change is comingcoming closer, sweet releaseI am calling youCan't you hear meI am calling youI am calling you
I have just finished reading this Book by Paulo Coelho....written in the desert of your post....and yes...the desert has been calling along time now...I am hesitating to go....
I vision the road....along road...with many turning bends and hills...a very nice road with a deep sea of blue and indigo....
I am trying to centre myself...stay on the side of the double yellow....and flow with the tide of change....I see it coming....like the sky sees the wind and rain...
empress of the east
I fell by the wayside,
as The Serpent made my horse rear.
A Sister Valkyrie thought the worst of my silence.
She even took it personally.
Unwavering in her faith she pulled me up again.
"I'll never figure out what's wrong with you!" she demanded.
"The Serpent made my horse rear." I answered.
She just shook her head, as her question was really a statement,
It was a beautiful day
Kris, Empress of the East
Calving to the sea ...
A snowflake is made of ice crystals.
Ice crystals grow into certain pattern formations because of atmospheric conditions.
Looks like 10 ft. of double plate crystals caused by nuclear overloads.
The red bull snowmobiler is a 100 percent efficient piece of machinery.
For The Lady Of The Dragon,
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