Quest of the Wayshower

Restraint

Crickets sing their lullaby,
ground soft from rains of the Solstice
 
returning 
I Am
to the core of Be-ing;
 
Warrior to the root,
shall not be stumbled
in showing the Way;
 
with intensity of Blue Moon’s beam,
my vision keen,
fingers graceful,
rest upon the hilt;
Past has risen to the Light,
 
I carry the Oath
I restore the Honor.
 
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Quest of The Wayshower

http://questofthewayshower.blogspot.com

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