The Muse and the Wind

In her first life she was born the wind.

She filled the sky with her love and passion,

Woman would design the clouds to fit her moods

and touched all life beneath her.

In her next life she was born the rain

Her consciousness was lighting and the words

were thunder.

This Muse baptized all life beneath her with a glorious song as she washed the mountain tops and filled the rivers.

After many live times as wind and rain

Woman went to the Gods and said I want more,

because I am more the Gods they listened with intent

and nodded in agreement of her desire, as they too knew

 the secrets of  her heart.

It was the next life woman knew not what sensation

would come.

But only that when she ran it was the wind in her face

 that called, as she climbed the mountain.

The rain fell upon her body like a blanket of

joy from the sky.

And on the mountain top where woman stood,

It was there the wind moved through her as the

rain fell upon her face.

It was there the Muse planned her next life

and would come back as light.

Then, she would be in all life

Above as well as beneath the wind and the rain.

 

~ Casey S. Leasure ~

Children of the Sun

The First Creation

 

 



The first creation of all life was love,

As love is a birth that never dies

And lives in all creations.

It is the birth mark upon our soul

It is the rhythm in our dance

And the melody in our hearts.

~ Casey ~

Proverbs and Parables of the Heart

Whispers of Love

If a man can not see his reflection in life,
Then he can not hear the music in the rain,
Or even the whispers of love in the wind.

~ Casey ~

 



Dreamer's Prayer of Love

 

 

In my dream I carved my beloved from a stone of marble.

With each strike of my mallet as pieces of stone fell

I saw a past life where we had loved.

As I carved I could hear her laughter and song coming from the stone.

To the image I danced the sculptor's sacred dance and chanted

the dreamer’s prayer of love.

In love with an idea carved from my desires,

I watched as angels came to awaken the soul of my statue.

I kissed her and felt the soft moist lips of my dream come to life.

And we danced the sacred dance of an eternal love.

When I awoke, I was but a small stone in the palm of a woman’s hand,

as her thoughts reflected on an eternal love of a man

that loved her so passionately.

 ~ Casey ~

The Awakened Journey