The Voice of Aluna

 

(A lone voice whispers)

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To you who have swam

Filled with misplaced faith in the deepest of obsidian rivers and streams

Filled with crimson and purple shoals of heartbroken dreams 

You might, in turn, know the true value of eventual happiness 

From what you've learned and earned

You

whose once soft hearts have felt hatred but choose instead to embrace forgiveness 

To extinguish sadness 

Will always someday dance 

Hand in hand with old Mother Gladness 

But those who hang their cherished coattails on internalised judgemental emotional madness

Will seldom find peace

For to abandon oneself to wallow in self-torment and grief

There can never be any soul-saving relief 

Just let it all go

These are the words of I 

Aluna the First 

The blind Seer

Whose bright hungry eyes always thirst

For those still on the lonely journey on a place I once visited called Earth

Do you blindly in the old silence of your mind

Subsist with violence

Like a once playful spirit who's been shattered into a million pieces

Are you wandering lost but just always looking for guidance 

Until you first met poetry and its mesmerising lyrics in music

And in those throes of new beginnings to encourage you to strive to come alive 

To try to bloom to truly exist

Did you abuse it

When someone or something cruel made you say goodbye to all those once holy days 

When you were possibly in love or untainted 

By all those sad portraits sketched so beautifully by what unkind strange people say  

Which some in society like to see painted in so many devious ways

Ideals

Principles and people you deliciously cherished 

Love or once worshipped 

As you wandered throughout that old life sheltered in unconditional bliss

But when those spectacular times came to an abrupt end and you found the courage to depression resist

When you looked for something truly meaningful 

To infuse your heart and soul into 

Like Saint John the Baptist 

Did you find a serene taste of tranquillity in the written, spoken or sung out word 

To help heal and give you back a sense of being in total control 

Did the years of being a true or part-time disciple to music 

Poetry or any form of catharsis 

Help you find the freedom that continuously encouraged you to read listen or practise

To discover a deeper understanding of self prosperity 

That for you was invariably your implicit goal and a means to pay some of your soul's taxes

But do you now live on a knife-edge with the Sword of Damocles 

Hanging over you 

As you relate to new and old tales overflowing with happiness or pronunciations

Centred and surrounding like an invading army

A lonely word called Sadness

For a long time ago

People like you were persecuted like Old Agnus

With some blindfolded or tied to old green wooden stakes

For they loved to stone or just burn us

Blinded by pure jealousy or incredible hate

Such a tragic mistake 

Just because they thought we were different

Since they lived in an unseen primitive world

Overflowing with such shameless mindless ignorance

We who once danced and sang to Old Mother Moon

Or just spun carefree under the mystical Sun

Maybe in our own woodland grove

Celebrating how our life was run

Or simply around luminous fires on secretive moors

As the cycle's of the world

Slowly ebbed and flowed

Always staying hidden from all

On the mainland's busy main roads

We the old and new singers or poets

Music makers

Authors and storytellers

Or just folk pushing through the mud of humanity to bloom like the Lotus 

Well-known or still unknown

But still brave enough to stand tall and courageously

In front of all the world haters

For we are all representations of The Old Seducers of the Hive Mind

For we are all world shakers

We who have always fearlessly walked

Upon all those strange roads

Wherever our Fate took us

And today we are all reborn

But now unafraid to live our true way

For all our ancient ancestors

Now just live and stand beside us in the fast-flowing flux

Leading us forward to celebrate our impulses

Like one of my old friends called JFK 

Is there a wild light within you too my child

A strange beacon which is always lit

That whispers to never quit

No matter how you feel for your God-given talent is real

Driving that deep need to write

Sing or just produce something special that can be constantly reused

In the face of groups who might gather and chant abuse 

Using all those all remembered God-given talents to truly seduce

To help others sailing in paper boats across humanities ever-changing and dangerous oceans 

Which around us all still flows in perpetual motion

Which could easily drown you 

In its many deep and conflicting emotions

For we are all human, not sealed-up shells

And so we are all baptised to feel that we are real

No matter how loud the brutes in society yells

So maybe one day you'll remember 

That you once with strength and conviction

Willingly kneeled 

To be blessed and baptised before Apollo's altar

The Greek God of creativity in but another distant lifetime

To then stand unafraid before all to see

As you turned the key to set your soul free

Bravely standing in a straight line

Whispering Blessed Be

And is now like many years before

Your right time to shine

I think you know all the answers

Now go and play a part with freedom

In this

The greatest of all games ever designed in God's many kingdoms 

 

Copyright John Duffy