The Wind from Heaven's Window: Poetry for the Mystic Soul

The Wind from

Heaven’s Window

Poetry for the Mystic Soul

Pat Mitchell

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ISBN: 978-1-4525-7931-3 (sc)

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Library of Congress Control Number: 2013914044

Balboa Press rev. date: 10/09/2013

Table of Contents

Dedication to John Roger

Section 1   The Poetry

The Wind from Heaven’s Window

Twilight Transitions

The Winter Breeze

Somewhere

It’s Love

Forever My Darling

The Fawn in the Forest

One Tear

Kansas Morning Star

More Than Ever

Memories

Susan’s Tenth Symphony

The Awakening

The Visitor

The Death of Sorrow

The Velvet Cloud

The God Game

The Saddest Eyes in Heaven

My Very Special Friend

Soon to be a Traveler

That Special Feeling

Goodbye to Love

The Waco Wacko

Just One Wish

Questions

Lost Romance

The Awakening Butterfly

Packin’ My Heart

Please Use Words

The Young Soldier

No Time for Tomorrow

Another Day

Why Should I?

She’s a Product of Our Love

The One True God

Carry On My Love

The Goddess Extraordinaire

I’ll Write You a Song

Black Moon Over New Orleans

Oh My Heart Parody of Achy Breaky Heart

Define Yourself

I Remember When

The Fairy Song

The Pied Piper

Section 2   The Stories Behind The Poems

It’s Love

The Goddess Extraordinaire

I’ll Write You A Song

The Winter Breeze

Twilight Transitions

Somewhere

Forever My Darling

The Saddest Eyes in Heaven

Lost Romance

The Visitor

The Death of Sorrow

Susan’s Tenth Symphony

One Tear

Memories

The Awakening Butterfly

I Remember When

Define Yourself

Oh My Heart Parody of Achy Breaky Heart

Black Moon Over New Orleans

Packin My Heart

Please Use Words

The Young Soldier

The Awakening

The Pied Piper

Just One Wish

The God Game

The Waco Wacko

Section 3   Musings on Life

Portable Paradise, Living In A State Of Freedom Intro

How Emotions Work

Suggestions for an Effective Life

You’ll Feel Good About Yourself According To

Ways to Remain Calm

Acronym on Paradise

Philosophical Insights

Musings on Life

Word Games

In Case You Would Like to Know

You Have the Right to Remain Stupid

The Sand Paper Brigade

The Kid Inside of You

The Letter and the Spirit of the Law

A Look at Humor

Forgiveness

Dedication to John Roger

How can you thank someone who has taught you so much about life and life’s mysteries. You really can’t thank him enough. You can only hint at it. Ultimately all we have in the middle of the night in those quiet still moments by ourselves is our awareness and understanding. So when someone helps you with that, it is invaluable. To call John Roger my teacher would be very arrogant and selfish of me. It would be best to say that I have been blessed and honored to have learned from him. To have been able to sit in his presence and listen to him has brought unparalleled joy. The word darmadon which means boundless love comes close to describing my gratitude to him.

The song, To Sir with Love has a line in it that says, How can you thank someone who has taken you from crayons to perfume? Well you can’t. John Denver wrote a song called, What One Man Can Do, What one man can do is take the world and make it new again, do you see what one man can do? I wonder if John Denver knew John Roger, at the very least, he understood the very best of that concept. The idea that one person can so profoundly affect, influence and shape you into becoming the person you always wanted to become, is truly overwhelming. And so I simply say to him, Thank you from the bottom of my heart."

Section 1

The Poetry

The Wind from Heaven’s Window

A distant drum beats slowly its rhyme.

The dance of the waves falling in time

And the depth of the sea moves closer to me

And I, in return, turn inward.

And the stirring, it brings the most beautiful things

On a soft pillowed cloud, there were angels with wings.

The wind on the shore whispered its

for all who have ears, all who would listen

To the sound of the wind from heaven’s window.

Though many still cling to the chill of the night

Away from the love and the warmth of its light.

Their hearts turned cold, their passion on hold.

Their caution more dear than their valor.

From what they hold dear, they’ve chosen their fear

And doubt reigns supreme in their kingdom.

But all is not lost, with time on their side.

Upward and homeward at last they’ll all ride

Carried on by the wind from heaven’s window.

And the wind will bring all my love to you.

Its gentle breeze will stir the whole night through.

All my love to you.

All my love to you.

Only you.

(Instrumental)

And the stirring, it brings the most beautiful things

More precious than gold, most sacred.

And the wind on the shore whispered it’s for

For all who have ears, all who would listen

To the sound of the wind from heaven’s window.

And the wind will bring all my love to you.

Its gentle breeze will stir the whole night through.

All my love to you.

All my love to you.

Only you.

Twilight Transitions

Candlelight in the moonlight

Settle soft and low,

Revealing thoughts of a young girl’s heart

Only she should know.

The vision of your dreams abound.

Your quest denied once more,

of graduation from this land,

you’ve passed this way before.

And in the mist my eyes can see

The shadows that are haunting me.

But could this be just a mirage to me?

Another illusion that I can’t see?

Ah yes, says the wind, as it calls to me-

You’d better get straight your reality.

Perplexed, confused, you’ve questioned long

the melody of that midnight song.

But the rhythm of it’s rhyme

Will come to you in time.

For only the heart knows the way

to turn the darkness into day.

The Winter Breeze

The winter breeze blows bristly by

And sings to me a lullaby

Of days forgot again renewed

The evening song prepared the mood.

But what was the song as it ran quickly by

As it spoke to me it’s lullaby.

A time of joy, a time of cheer.

As we usher in a brand new year.

And yet I seem to recall a time

When man forgot God’s pantomime

The heartless know no jubilee

For it’s shrouded in a mystery

In the cloak he wore a powder’s kid

His name we know was Ahura-Mid

An evil deed, did cast a spell

Into the local wishing well.

Then man would drink and poison mind

And turn from all he knew was kind

But this day at last man sins no more

For a traveler has made the water pure.

Somewhere

Tread softly in the night my dear

Tread softly through the trees

Go quietly amongst the birds

Who whistle in the breeze.

Recalling as we often have

The days of future past

We’d bring forth from within our minds

The dreams we dreamt of last.

Where serenity is stability

And all things there are calm

We’d perpetuate our happiness

And echo forth this psalm.

The eternal