My name is Jesse the Greybeard.
In my right hand I hold the amber key to the path of inspiration.
I whisper, "Who but I knows the secret of the uncut stone?"
My name is also Divine Child.
On my left arm is strapped a shield of aspen, air, and rust.
I speak, "We shall find rest."
My name again is Gift from God.
In my heart I hold the little death, sexual union, love.
I shout, "I am a hawk on a cliff!" and am heard.
My name again is Atticus, born of Latimer and Evans.
At my feet lies a willow scepter. I am a healer and a swan.
I think, "I am the shield of every head" and believe.
My name is Jesse.
October 04, 2006
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1 comment:
A beautiful poem. A search for identity is something sometimes fruitful and always painful.
Love,
a.
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