Poem: On Dragon Wings


In the world of magic

and glittering lights

where dreams are kept

We often go

on dragon wings

with hopes and wishes

our whole life through

The flickering candles

and softly said prayer

grant blessings

like magic

every day

with our own

special message

So speak to the spirit

be open to what comes

Dance with the sparkle

And shine

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Unicorns


Last night I was visited by two Golden Unicorns. Interestingly I never knew that such a thing existed until I read about them the next day. They were agitated when I saw them, and surrounded by a glowing light, as though it was just after a storm and the sun was about to come out from  behind a cloud. I believe it was a male and female, but I’m not sure how I know this…I just did. And somehow, I was there to help them. They ran to and fro as I watched them.

They are drawn to gardens I read (but I did not know prior), and there was a woman too that I met. She was quirky and fey, in a greenhouse type structure, but outside too. This woman, with grayish hair, was moving plants from this large garden, from one pot to another. She was making more plants. I was hoping to apprentice with her.

It was a busy area, with many people, almost like a fair. I kept noticing people I knew from the past and present walking by me.

But the unicorns captured my attention. No-one else seemed to notice them. Maybe they were there for my eyes only. Their sighting brings me hope and delight. I know it means good things are in store for me. While it was a bit disturbing that they were upset, I hope I was there to help them too. And together we helped each other.

While I was meditating on their visit this morning, I recalled this piece of pottery that I found years and years ago. I’ve carried it around with me all this time…

Peace be with the Golden Unicorns…

Poem: Tomorrow


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When on that flaxen falling sky

Where trees come reaching darkly

And fairies gather round mossy ground

Near elfin friend so merry be

‘Tis when the magic swirls and sparkles

With wishes dancing gayly

The humans sleeping soundly

Dreaming of the morrow