The Piper of Seven Reeds

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be. For indeed, alone you’ll feel, if enthralled you’ll become by the gifts, forgetting Her, the Giver.</p><p id="62d6">Now you may leave me be (although we can never part), to let me frolic with my children, the lovers of my heart, in the woods of which I AM.</p><p id="e48b">Until the time that is coming, when you will join me in remembrance, when you will come to understand.</p><p id="e0aa">When you will play upon your own pipe of seven reeds, the Song We Are and forever will be.</p><p id="adfc">Thank you for reading. Check out my website, <a href="http://www.mindfulness-meditation-techniques.com">mindfulness-meditation-techniques.com</a> for learning about various meditation practices and reading more articles and other writings. I have authored nine books, including <i>The Teachings of Yama: A Conversation with Death</i>. Visit my <a href="https://www.amazon.com/kindle-dbs/entity/author/B00FVFFINI?_encoding=UTF8&node=2656022011&offset=0&pageSize=12&searchAlias=stripbooks&sort=author-sidecar-rank&page=1&langFilter=default#formatSelectorHeader">Author Page</a> to know more. And if you liked this artwork of mine in this article you can see more on <a href="https://www.pinterest.com/janaka_om/boards/">Pinterest</a>. You can follow me on <a href="https://www.facebook.com/janaka.stagnaro">Facebook</a>.</p><p id="e006">Here are a few poems of mine for your reading pleasure.</p><div id="6ed5" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/being-born-3a279f027162"> <div> <div>

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A poem about the Horned God

Artwork by Janaka Stagnaro

Amidst my trees I play my pipes of seven reeds, which bestows joy upon all those who know; and to those without, only fright.

Here, I delight, naked with nothing to hide: No clothing of mores, which covers the truth with lies. I act upon only what is true, what my small voice divines.

Oh, yes, I can hear your cries, carried down the sewers that empty into the streams of my woods. You label me by this word you call evil, for my horns and hooves are in the image of a god you fear.

And that the joys, the pleasures, of which I remind you — temptations to tarnish your immutable soul.

However, all that I ask unlock your treasure, take joy in the life that flows all around — To locate life’s spring within you. Your task; letting joy be your only measure.

Yet, take heed; for all these gifts that await are sacred and must be seen with the eyes of the Heart, not with the eyes of the ego’s pride or the ego’s hurt —

Never forget the Giver behind the gifts; Who has walked with us from the start.

Not that you would be judged, or that punishment be delivered; for that is not Her way;

She wants free of the illusion that you are alone, or could ever be. For indeed, alone you’ll feel, if enthralled you’ll become by the gifts, forgetting Her, the Giver.

Now you may leave me be (although we can never part), to let me frolic with my children, the lovers of my heart, in the woods of which I AM.

Until the time that is coming, when you will join me in remembrance, when you will come to understand.

When you will play upon your own pipe of seven reeds, the Song We Are and forever will be.

Thank you for reading. Check out my website, mindfulness-meditation-techniques.com for learning about various meditation practices and reading more articles and other writings. I have authored nine books, including The Teachings of Yama: A Conversation with Death. Visit my Author Page to know more. And if you liked this artwork of mine in this article you can see more on Pinterest. You can follow me on Facebook.

Here are a few poems of mine for your reading pleasure.