The New Era Parts I - II - III

[Maïwa]

New Era . Part I
Les larmes ces pour l'acceptanceles larmes c'est pour la comprehension.

Roots undone,
leaves at our feet,

The time has arisen
A stiff wind has spoken
The moon shed's its final light
Winter shed's it's first skin.

Jasper stones and a burnt sage ~ smoke of the sacred burns to it's feet.
Late are the calls of distant coldness,
late are the cry's of the crow.

When the ice drips and the sun rises,
I hear a new call,

One must listen for....carefully.






The New Era Unfolds


The modern Era, the mountains, the vallees, united conscious
Now, an instant, a moment without time.


Sacrifice, the song of the wind
Yelling, awakening psychoticly the inner self.

As wisdom scars , a wrinkle adds to the blood.

Launch yourself to the test
Life takes you, teaches you, nevertheless.

Climb back up time,
do not fall to the trap
With negligence for life, without a precise ideology.

Only if we would feel our natural direction,
If only our senses were'nt all numbed.

Has the progression of our acts and
inventions directed us astray, to that extent?

Listen carefully, Answer lies within.







The New Era Unfolded (The route to)


At a distant, cerebral conscious.
There, where we strive to arrive.

Caravans of understanding
Calling to an awakening.

Summoned ? Perhaps.

Like prey snapping back at it's predator,
Unified, united, together our compassion spreads.

Lucidity under thy wise Moon.
Retrieve inner truths and deprive the
immensely satisfied.

For on this night we take flight,
and without a fright we just might
arrive to the restless carcass' long forgotten place.
Where the soul, ignited by radiance
purity and instinct roams.

The cycle continues, life calls from it's mothers heart'
the all radiant one,
sphere where tall trees reach
and little ones climb.

Caravans arrived, flight begins.
Tears roll down hills
where seas meet destiny
and where knowledge is silent
dreams revealed.  

 

©2007 ~Maiwa  AKA WhiteShadow

[Maïwa]

The dreamcatcher  (new era 0.5)

In the dreamcatchers view
In thy mirrors of faith and illusion
The trenches of desire
Thy trenches of foggy terrain

Where lies our beloved maiden of winter
Her closed eyes, awoken not
Winds of change feed the dream
Warmth takes hold
A new era unfolds.

A barrenness of dreams and anticipation
Starving souls await...tears from winters maiden.

As the rain pours replacing
smooth snow of the heights