The Queen and the Monk

I'm not sure if I shared this dream I had some time ago with you all, so here it is:

The Queen of the Empire,

sat in her chair,

and did stare,

at the glass fair,

an ancient ware,

she held in her hands,

and was smitten by "Things,"

how she loved "objects" so.

The Lama Master,

knelt to the ground,

and with out a sound,

observed all around,

the "All" to be found,

and was humbled by,

the experience of life,

the universe,

the cosmos,

respectful and reverence,

down to the,

specks of dust.....

I chose the latter.

Prairyearth June 27, 2008

Here is another one, yes, Rupert M., is Rupert Murdoch. The Todd house is representative of the White House. Prairy

Weighing the Four Quarters of the World

Yes, weighing the Four Quarters of the world.

People arrive and their vehicles have so many add on's and baggage they don't need. Throwing out the unnecessary to make the load lighter.

Looking eye-ball to eye-ball with the Dragon.

Not backing down, showing no fear.

Rupert M., what say you? You don't look so well. So you secure the "Todd" house and everything is in order, while those outside are made to live in that squalor, that "shit." Your Pizza (pisa, piece of) Pie grows thin.

Will end with a Quote from lightningbolt:

Shadow said..."Do you know what arrogant men fear? They fear they can never possess the powerful or the beautiful. What they do is substitute their fear for arrogance and try to buy their lives. Life will never be their prostitute, they cannot buy Her."

Prairyearth June 2008

Dragon Skin....

Under the green leaves of the Dragon's skin

lay a vital and vulnerable heart.

As opposed to the well oiled mechanical Tin Man,

whose heart will never start beating,

As,

day after day,

week after week,

moon after moon,

year after year,

mile after mile,

measure after measure,

the mechanical beast devours

destroys,

murders

this place we call home

our grandmother earth

and

sacred life.

September red, 2008
Prairyearth

Of Portents, Dreams and "Things"

Silent was I, yes,
for the most part silent,
since the days of
dia de los muertos,
as to
the nature of Portents,
Dreams and "Things."

So shedding the dread,
of what was shown and said,
forward I'll tread
and speak of the Dead.

Or are they?

Or is "it"?

Dead....?

Noooo,
not always quite so.

Soon I will share
word images
with no particular rhyme
yet plenty of reason
to algorithmically
sift through, cause,
tis the "season"
to ponder.
I am writing for my own
sanity.

Please keep in mind, that,
at times,
when some are happy,
at Peace & Calm
I "feel" happiness,
Peaceful and Calm.

Yet, so it is also, that,
at times,
when some are sad,
anxious, unjustly imprisoned
and/or tortured,
I, also, feel sadness, anxiety,
dread and pain. And,
I mean really, really smell it,
hear it, taste it, FEEL it.

And it hurts. Hurts BAD.
To not be able to help those
who are crying out,
reaching out,
begging and
pleading for mercy
and help....

but...I keep trying
and want
to make others aware
to what is going on
behind the scenes
and smoke screens
through what the spirit
allows or wants me/us
to "See." I'm not the
only one, there are
others who "see"
and to those who do,
may your heart be
comforted.

And perhaps together
we can all help heal
this earth and be
blessed with love
and peace
Forever and Always.
Prairy

Back to Iraq

It's been many years since I was in Iraq. Those dreams all came to pass.

So I was sort of blown away when, whoops, there he was! Once again was..... observing and in the presence of Saddam Hussein! Well, him and his servant. Saddam was working. He was in the next room working on and torturing people. The servant was nervous and knew all about Saddam's instability, when all of a sudden, Saddam stopped working and entered his living quarters and barked a command to his servant, "Bring me my riding/showtime boots! I'm going to attend the horse show/rodeo."

Then Saddam hesitated, as if changing his mind. The servant shuddered and knew this was not a good sign, as he knew that Saddam was a different person when he attended the show versus working." Then Saddam's decision was final, and he ordered, "Yes, bring me my boots!" The servant went over and brought Saddam his boots, which had the most intricate design scene tooled on the leather I'd ever seen before. Stunning.

I was sitting next to Saddam, feeling him and his energy was intense, yet "softer" somehow, when all of a sudden a cat is screaming outside, and is trapped and being pursued. I stop to listen and notice the servant also hears the horrible screaming of a cat trapped and attacked by ....?

Hussein Lives on, but how, that is the question.
Prairy