Two Druids

The Brothers Hildebrandt

Two Spirits, One Soul!

Let us walk two druids into,
through the mists of time.
Walking leisurely along it's rivers edge,
brushing past it's outstretched fingertips
to find that hallowed place.
Where Reason and Divinity are one,
the truth, revealed, revered and embraced.

Holy Grail and Holy Grace!

The Journey, Our Journey has just begun.

Yes, let us walk two druids
into the veils of antiquity
and moving through them find
our destinies, our yesterdays,
forever in the Now, sharing and entwined.

Ah! To wander, to ponder, these Provinces of
the soul, the spirit, mind.

And Then,
Let us run as children would,
toward the Wishing Gate.

Faerie Wings, out spread,
a wash in Mother of Pearl hues,
such are the dreams,
our hearts paint with and create.
And pushing through these
doors swung wide,
We can see looking down this gentle, slope,
into the sun drenched countryside
The woods.

Our Woods await us there.
Surefooted, rushing now
Racing with each other,
the wind blowing through our hair,
down this grassy, flowered hill,
we go.
Making our pathway toward
our most enchanted woods,
our reverie,
just there beyond, on, upon,
within, their nether side.
Where both fantasy and reality abide.
They have gathered all their crayons,
truths, stood still,
Waiting, side by side,
taken root and kissed.

This tree, life springing forth,
born of these.
As we
daring to hope and yet, feel
both at the same time,
look within,
searching, reaching for the root,
the flower and the vine.

The Seeker, Seeking.

Yes, Let us walk two druids through
the canvas's of our lives,
into the many colored hues,
the vivid reds and sometimes blues,
the pastels and the oils,
watercolors,
gazing upon the pen and inks of circumstance.

Feelings felt, those both cherished and denied.
Where all we are emotionally,
is kept and yet, can there, no longer hide.

Sharing our joys, our tears, our souls
without fear,
spilling out and free, of thee,
freedom to be,
the We,
You and Me!

We give, We share.
Renewal of our spirits
filled again and to the brim,
like our dreams
re born again yet, sanctified.
No longer lost or fading nor denied.

Let us walk two druids,
Our Spirits rejoicing in this Magic Place
we've found ethereal and yet,
reality to we,
a kind of ecstasy that no one else
will understand or ever see.

And dream.
Dreaming, breathing, it all in
dreams are rising, dreamt again.
Rebirth,
caught up, carried by the rustling wind,
heaven sent
with all the good that we feel,
such is our intent.

We hear the song begin,
our song.
Singing this sweet lullaby,
this melody of you and I.
Heart felt and rung, sung out and given
up, up, unto the sky
aloft, it floats.

Heard it soars and flies.
Notes of harmony and thanksgiving
rendered with the faerie as they fly.
Somersaulting, dancers, splashing prisms
colors streaking,
artist palettes tumbling down,
AS we sit listening,
to the humming and the strumming
of faerie fingering their mandolins
up in the skies.
Fragrances raining down from up on high.

And we are singing with them,
My Mystic Rose and I.
We reply.
And yet, are Laughing too
with them!

Yes, let us walk 2 druids
through this day and the next,
always side by side.
Rejoicing in all that we have been given
and yet, all we've been denied.
For every tear, has brought us both here
to this same place, in this sweet time.
Let us savor and enjoy it,
a blessing, this, this wondrous gift
to share of the soul, the spirit, mind.
Love,
LadyLilu
March 20, 2000

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