At the Crossroads

Creative writing by April-Anna, March 4th, 2013
Continued from Lódrúne at the Crossroads: 
http://theartofapril-anna.blogspot.ca/2013/02/lodrune-at-crossroads.html

"Once upon a time goes on and on...the tale isn't finished, as she shakes off the cobwebs of sleep, the moon's daughter has lit the candle, She Who Dreams is weaving the web, the story never stays the same... 

Ancients morph, times cycle through, she never stays the same as she makes her way through time, she sees the cycles, patterns of the weave... She's listening through dreams, transitioning through time... 

One day, she awakens with a shock, the moon's daughter has awoken, surfacing, puzzle pieces coming together over time...  Letting go, the oracle sees, the oracle hears, the oracle feels, the oracle breaths, the oracle speaks.... Spirits are whispering... There's a caw on the winds, wings are heard overhead... 

Du muze is walking away from the old witche of the river, he is leaving the old women behind at the crossroads, walking away from the crossroads, he walked a long road... The moon's shadow at his back, the black wolf silently follows, just outside of the peripheral, the raven watches... and this piper keeps singing, walking along the road at night, he's singing, the stars are so bright... 

The mysteries are listening as the spirits whisper to one another;  did he ever hear the tale that the olde people told? There once was a black wolf and a white wolf, then the black wolf ate the white wolf, not knowing the joke was on the black wolf, the white wolf allowed itself to be absorbed.... The black wolf was pleased... The wolf you feed is the wolf that wins... at least, this is what the black wolf believes.... 

The moon's daughter is awakening, she's been wandering, following the spirit winds, she listens to the spirit winds, she rides the spirit winds.... Surfacing crystal clear, awake and asleep, asleep and awake, awake and asleep, she awakens...  but after the first time, you never really go back to sleep when time is unraveling... 

Call your energy home, call yourself home, center the soul, awaken the soul, walk with truth and clarity, as consciousness hits the ground, hit the ground running... The winds have been changing directions, first they go this way, then they go that way.... Like a leaf on the wind, one can never be sure where they will end up, but isn't that part of the fun? One says to the other, one must remember we came here for the adventures..... 

So once upon a dream; when first awakening, the moons' daughter was greatly confused, such is how things go when ancients come out of the deep dark sleep..... Cycles of time unwind, through cycles of time she moved, through cycles of time she moves, through cycles of time she arrives, like a shape shifter, taking one form after another, never the same, yet much carries through, these echoes we can't escape.... 

So ride the river, move with the wind, dance with the fey lights.... 

One day, in another time and yet the same place, the moon's daughter lived on the edge of the forest with the Sphynx and Luna... Ancients coming awake, over time realizing, unwinds, she doesn't know her own power, she doesn't know all that she is.... She had no idea the power of her mind, she had no idea, much like a child who does not know it's own strength, she never knew she frightened anyone... 

It broke her heart when she heard the news; truly, her heart is a gentle one, she would never intentionally harm an ant, even when they were biting her... Darn red ants, don't they know, they can't have all the blackberries on the bush? Sharing is good.... Sharing brings abundance to all, but some do not know this, what do you do when the world is driven mad with greed? 

In the very near and far, he arrived at the end of summer, he arrived on the winds of the warm islands, another brother from lifetimes before... The hour was growing late, the party had started, the moon's daughter witnessed the many star crossed lover's uniting... a warrior, he came to find his lover, his lover is kindred to the moon's daughter... His lover was the warrior sister who initiated the moon's daughter in the eight trigram palm... The warrior had never met this sister from another lifetime, but he remembered her, recognized her soul, names hold power, the mysteries hummed when he spoke to her another name, helping time unwind.... another sign of the tribes gathering.... 

Ancient memory is a fuzzy thing... The warrior from the warm islands, he sees the moon's daughter and names her of the volcanoes of his homeland, he names her for the fires he sees within her... so many names through time and space, so many incarnations, how can one even keep track? 

The moon's daughter sighs, she won't let one time and place define her... as time unwinds, the story is only just beginning.... turn the page, turn the page, what will happen next? what will happen next? The mysteries whisper to the spirits..... "