Playing with the Faeries

Playing with the Faeries

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Synchronicity


VERSES HIGHLIGHTED IN RED NEED WORK.

The doorway opens
I look in
Where do I begin?
The window shuts
The world cuts in
Where will the path lead?

Chorus:
Synchronicity
Where fate finds a hand to meet
Everything in rhythm to one unified beat
Standing still while the world takes in its fill
Of a brand new pill.

Reality, fantasy, where does one line end
And the next begin?
What is the whirlwind that crashes in and
Rearranges everything?
What purpose becomes unveiled?
As the hand of fate prevailed?

Chorus:
Synchronicity
Where fate finds a hand to meet
Everything in rhythm to one unified beat
Standing still while the world takes in its fill
Of a brand new pill

I look around
And there I’ve found
A coincidence passing
Where does it lead?
My hand is bleeding
My heart is receiving
The beginning and the end

I walk out in the street
A car shrieks
I look around at a sign
And I find the will to
Leave the street.
 Just in time.

Chorus:
Synchronicity
Where fate finds a hand to meet
Everything in rhythm to one unified beat
Standing still while the world takes in its fill
Of a brand new pill.



I pass the time
Watching out for ghosts
Time stands still
The world in slow motion.
A flash of light
the world ignites with
A thousand shards of dreams

Fate rearranges.
Knowledge waits.
Walk through the doorway.
The mystery hides inside.
What do you see?
Be careful because
Nothing is ever as it seems.
All that you may find are dreams.

Chorus:
Synchronicity
Where fate finds a hand to meet
Everything in rhythm to one unified beat
Standing still while the world takes in its fill
Of a brand new pill.

Written by Heather Powers of Shadow Moon Rising 2/7/02
Copyright 2002

Magic in the Melody


Standing here grasping the hands of time
Contemplating which path is mine
The wilderness waits eagerly
The wind whispers it melody
Lulling me with complacency

Crouching on the wings of prayer
Wondering how I got there
Waiting for it to lift me      
Away from my misery

Chorus:
What magic can you see?
What part of the dream is me?
How many eyes will open in surprise
When they learn the mystery of infinity.

My course is an open book
Why am I so hesitant to look?
Uncertainty hiding in the wings
Waiting for me to step inside
What do I have to hide?

Chorus:
What magic can you see?
What part of the dream is me?
How many eyes will open in surprise
When they learn the mystery of infinity.

Fate holds my hand.
Leading me down a future path
Chaining me with its sublime melody.
Leaving me unable to breathe.
One step closer to the brink.
Waiting for my feet to sink.

Chorus:
What magic can you see?
What part of the dream is me?
How many eyes will open in surprise
When they learn the mystery of infinity

Written by Heather Powers of Shadow Moon Rising 2/7/02-updated 3/17/02
Copyright 2002

The Game


Sitting here watching the world come by
Wondering if it’s worth my time.
Poverty disease and hate
Why do they all seem to relate?
I see so much bad but
Good on the other hand
What do you see?
Do you see the same as me?

Chorus:
Good/bad
It’s all the same
Just a matter of who’s to blame
One person’s life
Another’s one game

Good can put on a face
Just as bad can be misplaced
Perception can be a one-way glass
If the choice comes to pass
<<<<>>>>
Love/hate
Two sides of the same slate
Which one do you choose?
Better pick, before it’s too late.
Your time is fading.
Your life is rearranging.

Chorus:
Good/bad
It’s all the same
Just a matter of who’s to blame
One person’s life
Another one’s game

The bell tolls, my time is near
What do you hear?
My voice is fading
My path is waiting
Come here.
Now think, in time all will become clear.

Written by Heather Powers of Shadow Moon Rising
2/7/02
Copyright 2002

Phoenix

I was clearing out some old files and found some old songs I wrote:) 
Here is the first one:

PHOENIX


I STAND AT THE EDGE OF ETERNAL BLISS
JUST REALIZING IT EXISTS
MY MIND’S EYE LOOK TO THE INFINITE SKY
WISH I COULD FLY
WONDERING MY FATE
AS I MEDITATE ON WHAT IT MEANS TO ME
UNTIL MAGIC GRABS ME IN ITS MYSTERY EMBRACE
CARRYING ME ALONG ON IT’S MAD RACE
WHAT WONDERS DO I SEE..
WHAT CAN I BEGIN TO BE

CHORUS
RISING FROM THE ASHES
MY LIFE PASSES ME BY IN FLASHES
I BEGIN TO TAKE MY PLACE
AND BECOME A NEW FACE
AS I OPEN THE GATE TO MY FATE

I TOUCH FATE AS I MEDITATE
ON THE STATE OF THE WORLD TODAY
THEIR RELIANCE ON THE TANGIBLE
JUST DOESN’T PLACATE
WANTING AND WAITING
THEY ALL STRUGGLE IN THE MIRE
SUCH MISERY TO BE A PRISONER
TO THEIR BELIEFS.

CHORUS

IN EVERYTHING WE SEE…
THERE IS MAGIC WAITING TO BE
FOLLOW THE PATH WITH ME
AND OPEN YOUR EYES AND SEE


HEATHER POWERS
COPYRIGHT 2003

Dream Visions 4/12/12


Dream Visions
4/12/12
Since this past weekend, I’ve been given glimpses of things to come. I basically opened up my soul and mind’s eye to what the Creator was trying to tell me. I have a special walking stick that Grandfather Three Paws made me that captured the essence of my totems. I’ve not used it recently. Before the past weekend, I had taken to sleeping in bed with it every night in hopes that I could reconnect to it and I most definitely have. The first night I had the most vivid dreams. Last night was one of those nights. Before I went to sleep, I let my mind clear and just let the stick connect me to the dream/spirit world and opened my soul to receive whatever the creator wanted me to learn. I asked for guidance of my totems and was given snapshots in my mind’s eye. The first snapshot was a beautiful tan mare with a long mane of hair. The second was of a tall young man who had dark hair who was carrying a raven haired girl probably about 5 years old and put her on the horse bareback. Then into the picture walked a young woman with braided dark blonde hair walking with young boy who was looked about 10-12. Then the silhouette of the horse came back in the view as the small family walked through a meadow during sunset. Then as I drifted back, I feel such an inner peace.
This weekend I’m going back to Wild Winds Buffalo Preserve with my best friend and taking my stick to recharge its energy and perhaps meditate on this vision further.

Monday, April 9, 2012

Spiritual Awakening


Written by Heather Powers for Bosco at Wild Winds Buffalo Preserve

The call came lightly through the wind…
A bison voice spoke of all things
His body lay torn as the day grew worn
His eye closed in eternal rest
His spirit flew as the day moved
Prayers followed as his friends looked on in sorrow
A red tailed hawk flew above the sight
Keeping all from the bison spirit bright
Two cranes emerged above the gloom
They lifted the heads with their glorious flight.
His family looked on in peace as the shadows grew.
Wishing him farewell as his spirit danced in the fading light.
Hands clasped in prayer and souls blossom
Spiritual thoughts flow through their minds
They awaken dormant songs within their hearts.
Messages were given as dreams brewed.
All is not as they thought, a different mind was brought.
Souls intertwine as the tears flow.
Connecting all to each other
Becoming one with the Creator.