for Winter is Coming

for Winter is Coming

it was a soft semi gray morning

in early December

Time is working her way towards Winter

Raindrops being sprinkled

from shapeless Heavens

across the Landscape of the Wood

The sound of the pitter patter

as the droplets played their symphony

of awakening on the Fallen Autumn Leaves

Would they respond

any more then they are

in their submission

to the Orchestration of life recycled ?

Do they know of compost

and the nurturing richness

characteristics

that causes new life to flourish.

We too are destined in body

to feed this same paradigm,

the call for regeneration

the call for life’s unending cycle

in reflective thoughts of eons past

i remember my own music

and my own submission

to the “what is”.

Was it Erner who taught that . . .

or just the experiential aspects of knowing ?

there are many Erhards

who will come through life cycles

offering incomplete resonance

to the illusion’s matrix

complicating souls

through their intent of goodness

and goodness knows

i am grateful

for all these signposts on the road

that tells me

this path was traveled before

for the fear of loneliness

has been subverted

with familiarity

we perhaps were the ones

who erected these signs

that we may not get lost

when memory is stripped from consciousness

as we re-nter the classroom once again

will rote deliver thee

to the destination Soul seeks

or is this but another “Do-over”?

because we are not attentive

to the little nuances

that now speak so loudly

in the Silence

and though in the past

i have been defiant

i now find i am reliant

for i am Soulfully weary

of looking at my reflection

in the mirror of all things,

Source manifest

if this was a test

i have acquiesced to failure

for i refuse to any longer

be but an observer

for now i recuse self

for i wish but to serve

the silence

for my fervor is but to watch

and take notes

embedded in Rhyme

and in Verse

inversed form where i thought

i was supposed to be

and this day i am watching

listening

to the pitter patter

upon the leaves

and i realize

that they are me as well,

as is Time and her Veil of illusion

as she marches silently

but determined

towards another winter

for Winter is Coming

6 December 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.