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Du Lac said:The Watchman
He sits and waits
her maturing faulters on the edge
poised between earth and sky
his cravings crawl from his mind.
A strength from within, burning under her skin
feminine eyes blink back tears of the past
their path bursting with dusty red rocks
youthful terra filled with vigorous life.
He calls for her to follow
hand held out for her safe approach
pushing her forward into gusting joys
an addiction to share one's mirth.
Elks whistle, grouse dance
echoing canyons filled with silent solace
wide open spaces of healing red
willingly she stands before the watchman.
Protective love wrapped in burly arms
a seduction to change
luring her into a new world
filled with pink folds of clay upon the horizon.
Du Lac said:Art ty for the pointer to the two poems. I throughly enjoyed both reads! Hope all are good out there. I got new arrows for practicing and other appliances for my lessons on the long bow. It is a wonderful ancient sport and I am really getting connected to the earth as I pull the string and send the arrows flying.
Morgan had me try his c. bow and I hated it filled with man made energy that reeked of technology and killing. So I will stay with the longbow and the glorious textures of the work and graceful call from my deep muscle memory developing in my style and dance with the earth and air.
blessings
du~
Jennifer C said:A dreaming reef groans plentifully
sneering with golden need
and cajoling brightly in rapture.
Whilst scented spring bows
amongst the trees,
whilst tormented nature grows with presence.
Autumn now draws brown colours ,
waves roll, ebb and flow
and the wind whispers into a breeze.
Jennifer C said:A rushing snowflake sleeps softly
preying in fearful longing
and drifting loudly in happiness.
Whilst cool winter laughs merrily
in misty swirls,
morning retires with resolution.
Life shimmers in cyan lines ,
resonant
a single raindrop slides like a tear,
down my windowpane.
My Erotic Tale said:She danced around like a butterfly
in a summer dress of pale blue
spining over the earth in joy
arms out flapping
laughing
'coy'
~
'toy'
a flower
plucked smiling
happily cupping beauty
she spread her wings flapping
mysitcly she flew into the blue sky
Du Lac said:Eternity
is a dimension
of the here and now.
The divine lives within you.
Live from your own center.
Your real duty
is to go away from the community
to find your bliss.
The society is the enemy
when it imposes its structures
on the individual.
On the dragon there are many scales.
Everyone of them says "Thou Shalt."
Kill the dragon "Thou Shalt."
When one has killed that dragon,
one has become The Child.
Breaking out
is following your bliss pattern,
quitting the old place,
starting your hero journey,
following your bliss.
You throw off yesterday
as the snake sheds its skin.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Follow your bliss.
The heroic life is living the individual
adventure.
There is no security
in following the call to adventure.
Nothing is exciting
if you know
what the outcome is going to be.
To refuse the call
means stagnation.
What you don't experience positively
you will experience negatively.
You enter the forest
at the darkest point,
where there is no path.
Where there is a way or path,
it is someone else's path.
You are not on your own path.
If you follow someone else's way,
you are not going to realize
your potential.
From Reflections on the Art of Living
Joseph Campbell
Du Lac said:Eternity
is a dimension
of the here and now.
The divine lives within you.
Live from your own center.
Your real duty
is to go away from the community
to find your bliss.
The society is the enemy
when it imposes its structures
on the individual.
On the dragon there are many scales.
Everyone of them says "Thou Shalt."
Kill the dragon "Thou Shalt."
When one has killed that dragon,
one has become The Child.
Breaking out
is following your bliss pattern,
quitting the old place,
starting your hero journey,
following your bliss.
You throw off yesterday
as the snake sheds its skin.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Follow your bliss.
The heroic life is living the individual
adventure.
There is no security
in following the call to adventure.
Nothing is exciting
if you know
what the outcome is going to be.
To refuse the call
means stagnation.
What you don't experience positively
you will experience negatively.
You enter the forest
at the darkest point,
where there is no path.
Where there is a way or path,
it is someone else's path.
You are not on your own path.
If you follow someone else's way,
you are not going to realize
your potential.
From Reflections on the Art of Living
Joseph Campbell
Du Lac said:The name Delphoi is connected with δελφός delphus "womb" and may indicate archaic veneration of an Earth Goddess at the site. Apollo is connected with the site by his epithet Δελφίνιος Delphinios, "the Delphinian", i.e. either "the one of Delphi", or "the one of the womb". The epithet is connected with dolphins (the "womb-fish") in the Homeric Hymn to Apollo Εις Απόλλωνα Πύθιον, 400), telling how Apollo first came to Delphi in the shape of a dolphin, carrying Cretan priests on his back.
Another legend held that Apollo walked to Delphi from the north and stopped at Tempe, a city in Thessaly to pick laurel, a plant sacred to him. In commemoration of this legend, the winners at the Pythian Games received a laurel wreath picked in Tempe.
Delphi was the site of a major temple to Phoebus Apollo, as well as the Pythian Games and a famous oracle. Even in Roman times hundreds of votive statues remained, described by Pliny the Younger and seen by Pausanias.
When young, Apollo killed the chthonic serpent Python, which lived beside the Castalian Spring, according to some because Python had attempted to rape Leto while she was pregnant with Apollo and Artemis. This was the spring which emitted vapors that caused the Oracle at Delphi to give her prophesies. Apollo killed Python but had to be punished for it, since Python was a child of Gaia. The shrine dedicated to Apollo was probably originally dedicated to Gaia and then Poseidon. The oracle at that time predicted the future based on the lapping water and leaves rustling in the trees.
The Pythian Games comprised a chariot race, thus this magnificent statue, the Charioteer of Delphi.[edit]
Oracle
The first oracle at Delphi was commonly known as Sibyl, though her name was Herophile. She sang her predictions, which she received from Gaia. Later, "Sibyl" became a title given to whichever priestess manned the oracle at the time. The Sibyl sat on the Sibylline Rock, breathing in vapors from the ground1 and gaining her often puzzling predictions from that. Pausanias claimed that the Sibyl was "born between man and goddess, daughter of sea monsters and an immortal nymph". Others said she was sister or daughter to Apollo. Still others claimed the Sibyl received her powers from Gaia originally, who passed the oracle to Themis, who passed it to Phoebe.
This oracle exerted considerable influence across the country, and was consulted before all major undertakings: wars, the founding of colonies, and so forth. She also was respected by the semi-Hellenic countries around the Greek world, such as Lydia, Caria, and even Egypt. Croesus of Lydia consulted Delphi before attacking Persia, and according to Herodotus received the answer "if you do, you will destroy a great empire." Croesus found the response favorable and attacked, and was utterly overthrown (resulting, of course, in the destruction of his own empire).
The oracle is also said to have proclaimed Socrates the wisest man in Greece, to which Socrates said that if so, this was because he alone was aware of his own ignorance. This claim is related to one of the most famous mottos of Delphi, which Socrates said he learned there, Gnothi Seauton (Γνώθι Σεαυτόν): "know thyself". Another famous motto of Delphi is Meden Agan (Μηδέν Άγαν): "nothing in excess".
In the 3rd century A.D., the oracle (perhaps bribed) declared that the god would no longer speak there.
The temple to Apollo at Delphi was built by Trophonius and Agamedes.