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Tonight a Star Fell From the Darkness…

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Tonight a star fell from the darkness,
A branch was torn from the willow tree.
The wind stopped blowing in the stillness,
And the stranger came for me.
Lifetimes lost and pages counted,
Wings gather voices that whisper prayers.
The shout of trumpets, flesh to flesh,
Follow footsteps climbing stairs.

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Face to face, side by side,
Lines drawn by issues in the sand.
Every name hath both time and reason,
Every scar defines a man.

Tonight a star fell from the darkness,
A branch was torn from the willow tree.
The wind stopped blowing in the stillness,
And the stranger came for me….

Love forged from storm a cathedral,
A woman’s breath, tongue to breast.
Destinies painted by fingers stroking,
Less is more, and more is less.
Tired eyes call from the distance.
A man’s a hymn, a refugee.
Dreams formed from ashes disappearing,
Souls find bodies in the sea.

Tonight a star fell from the darkness,
A branch was torn from the willow tree.
The wind stopped blowing in the stillness,
And the stranger came for me.

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Eric Cockrell

Art by Sulamith Wulfing

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Voiceless in the Wind…

‘What is it that I will utter when my voice returns?

And what are the words that I am withholding inside…

Is there something I need to say?’

Ashtara

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DAY: cold, wet, breezy, clearing

WORD: synchronicity

COLOUR: golden

FEELING: uplifted, supported, enlightened, ready

BODY: heavy, holding, resting, realigning

THE COLLECTIVE: Life is hurling ahead at a speed that none will understand or believe, until much time has passed and we are reborn and able to ‘see’ with new eyes. I feel the changes hourly and understand fears and uncertainties.

INSIGHTS: The wind and rain has moved on for now…I feel solid and untested by it. It continues to cleanse and vigorously blow away the final remnants of 2013…assisting us all to shed perhaps the final layers of what we collectively still carry…

I wonder if it is the wind I am tuning into, or could it be my sense of a deeper sound, likened to a sonic boom, as the Earth moves through this phase and into the ‘New…’ Who will announce its arrival with a loud booming cry…

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‘We are calling to you constantly…

you do not hear

we call but you do not wish to act…

We are patient.’ 

via Ashtara