Meditation of the fates

Meditation of the fatesDrumbeats and fire rises,

The three; dance deiseal,

Breath draws in the night,

The one that was gambols in memory,

Rain holy water blesses,

The one that is spirals in symmetry,

The earth holds and is complete,

The one that could be frolics in dreams and fantasy,


Drumbeats and heartbeats synchronise,

The three call in voice as one,

Air vibrates in spiritual harmony,

The one that was bound in eternal youth,

The fire sparks images the past revealed,

The one that is dressed in blood and bile forever fertile,

Water washes rivers of life’s blood,

The one that could be clad in time and eternity,


Drumbeats and the songs of time begin,

The one that was enchants the past,

The air carries the cries of every birth,

The one that was the narrative of all history,

Oceans and seas created from the tears of the bereaved,

The one that was names all that ever was,

Fire dies, as all things must,

The one that was now gives way,


Drumbeats fires re-ignites,

The one that could be takes many forms,

Elements dance and entwine a universe combined,

With foresight of omens and apparition the things that could be,

The futures ebbs and flows revealed.

War before peace violence before calm,

In the one that was the truth revealed,

Only through chaos can order archived,


Drumbeats time stand still,

The one that is holds the gift so precious,

Dancing a Mandela of the moment a gift for what was,

Choreographed fantasies, aspiration and dreams,

A feast for what could be

The one that is now, in phoenix form,

I reminder a lesson to learn,

That sometimes we need to burn,


Drums the three now turn

Withershins they dance once more,

Unbinding the earth with every turn,

Water washes the night away,

And comes the breath of a new day

What was will always be,

What may still may,

So in the moment always stay

About Mr BPD

About Author. I have Borderline Personality Disorder and as a writer and poet I explore my madness through the creative arts. I have a personal belief that even in darkness light exists and it is a personal responsibility to always seek the light and I find the light in creating something.
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