Process of Journey (poem)

Brook by Andrea E. Feeser

If I told you what I see,
Would you believe me?
If you opened-up your ears,
Would you hear?
The world is all around you.
There is nothing left to fear.

Reach-out your hand, I'll guide you.
The colors are so bright.
Don't lose the path before you
To the darkness of your sight.


Faith, it was forgotten,
Or distorted in the glass.
Beyond the water's surface,
You'll find your moor, at last.

In time, to cast adrift
Into the fresh unknown.
Unfurl the sails and loosen
All knots that held you stone.

Embark upon the ocean
Into the starry night;
Through the stormy tempest
Onto breaking light.

If I told you what I see
Would you believe me?
If you opened-up your ears,
Would you hear?
The world is all around you.
There is nothing left to fear.

Poem: Calming Meditation

My brain is shattered
In tatters
Noisy-noisy
What do I want?
What do I need?
Make me, carve me
Take me, shake me
Wake me up
Spit me out
Comb the wires in my head
Bake me bread
Spoon me honey
Calming tea
Soothing me
Drown the sounds
Choke the bees
Smooth it out
Blow the breeze
Gently through the trees

Poem: Silent Wings (for Joe Weiss)

On silent wings
See me flying
You will not catch me
As I steal the light
On silent wings
I am gliding
In an endless
Summer flight

Your eyes are fixed
Yet, not believing
As I circle in silence
In the orb's gold light
Unreachable
Beyond your hearing
On silent wings
I trace my flight

Cruel is the ground
In its unseen might
Stealing the wind
That you crave for light
Am I an illusion
To your earth-bound sight?
On silent wings
I steal the light

by Andrea E. Feeser

Poem: Bind Rune

Runes I rist, and rhyme the tree
Climbing upward toward the stars
Chant and song of galdr strong
Guide me down the pathway

Let the runes fall as they may
Tine against tine, binding lore
New are the magics I will find
Older still than the icy sea

Fire in my blood be still
Mold by me to reddened rune
Opening me, page by page
Torn by self upon the tree

by Andrea E. Feeser

Poem: The Center

Seek the Center.
Seek from the Center.
Seek the Center within.
Divine is not only to be found without, but within.
Too much energy is spent, it seems,
In trying to find Divinity.
It is not lost,
It has been here all the time.

When I am quiet,
I find I know the secret.
In the stillness of the Center,
I am one with all.

Let me unfetter my spirit,
Unshackle it from the bonds of label and dogma.
Let me experience,
With all that I am,
The wholeness and diversity of the universe.

No need have I for outer ritual
Or lengthy recitations.
My mind encompasses the ends
Once brought about only by those means.
I have no need for symbol or word.
All I need do is "be",
Exist where I am.
Nothing more is required.

by Andrea E. Feeser

Poem: Chooser of the Slain

Valkyrie!

Thou dost call me,

Odin, at thy side.

Sword and wing

All night to sing,

Calling as we ride

"Choose the slain!"

The battlefield

Of life is just begun.

A dance of death

Dost honor bring

To heroes and unsung?

Sword to sword,

And blood to blood

Has brother brought to fight.

In one fell swoop

The line of old

Dies with him tonight.

What folly brings the mortal

To fight upon the field?

A quest for untold glory?

A seat in Odin's hall?

Whatever be the outcome,

To carl, thrall or thane,

In the end they heed the call

Of the Chooser of the Slain.

by Andrea E. Feeser

Poem: (untitled)

There we stand
On the threshold
Eye to eye
Death stands between us
And I reach for you
Not knowing
Is it night or day?
Is it black or white?
Only you matter now
I reach for you
The night is ending
Or, is it beginning?
My mind knows no logic now
I reach for you
Between the soft, quivering pillars of might
The red and the white
And you, becoming
The air is full of you
A soft, swaying motion
Electricity and light
I dance the sacred dance
In search of you
The pushing and the pulling
The new day's sun in sight
I reach for you
The air is filling you
The room is filled with light
A beginning and an ending
When two were one
A single cord connecting
Two heavenly bodies of light
The dancer and the dance
The song and the sight
The light, now dividing
When one was two
A single love connecting
Two earthly bodies of might

by Andrea E. Feeser

Poetry

I have decided to post some of my poetry on this blog. Some of the poems have been previously published in various places. I have always wanted to be able to share my poetry with as many people as possible, so this is a great way to do that. I hope you enjoy it.