Brothers of the Way
The echo of a distant song
repeats a long forgotten tune
The Mystery of where we belong
among the stars and sun and moon
At times sometimes the time’s forgotten
The endless one and only now
returns like memories once begotten
brothers of the bull and plow
esteemed revered eternal moment
holy moment some might say
the only way to seize it is
upon the breath and middle way
Have you heard all that I say?
The Messenger and Psychopomp
Mercurius will find a way
to guide you back to your old stomp
Get back to where you still belong
It’s there that you can be here now
Remember your own secret song
the brothers of the bull and plow
It’s only you, has always been
who takes the long and noble road
who rises up to mighty heights
returns back with the motherload
You have a style that very much reminds me of Robert Frost (Two Tramps in Mud Time, The Road Not Taken, and Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening are three of my favorites of his!). Thanks for sharing!
Thanks for the inspiring words JD, I will take a look at those poems you mentioned.
I hear you. Boy do I hear you. May the others too. Resteemed with that hope.
Many thanks, let's see what manifests.