Pictorial Emanations

The rustle of leaves as the wind from the past,
Carries messages wound up in fables.
The sign of the times, encrypted with lines,
Unfolding on the Magicians table.

The answers you seek,
And the secrets you keep,
Are honourable and forever.

The dance of the reeds in the scriptures, you'll see
Are the answer to this poetic riddle.

Inert without Air,
Stillness in the dark,
Twisting and turning when aided.
Broken in strong winds,
Crushed in the soil beneath,
What will grow from being trampled?

It takes Time,
And patience to bind,
The Spirit with Body to make whole.

Resurrection, the eyes,
The portal of the Mind
Faithful and pure hearts enabled.
Connection, divine;
The science behind,
Without which we are all unstable.

©Jade Ashcroft 2009