My Ghosts I woke this morning with the words, As above, So below. So Be It! Accompanying this phrase, An urgent feeling Share it! With you. Also, Feed them! The ancestors want this From us. Need it. It is how they know we carry them In our hearts. Feed them with beauty. Or favorite foods. Or love. Remembrance. They are The creators Of our lives. Partners in crime. Collaborators in spirit. I went to sleep Carrying My Ghosts. Selig Seidenman and Mary Seidenburg Married, they Made my world, Glittering their love their light, Shimmering at The river. Snake, Chama, It matters not which. Seiedenmans: The Men (and Women) of Gentle. Seidenburgs:The Place of Kindness. Seiden, Austrian in origin. From Zaydn...Of Silk ...Means Gentle, Kindhearted. I come from Ghosts. Will return to Ghost, Carry Ghosts Of kindhearted, gentle nature. I wear their Mantle With honor. My Self My Nature My Place My People I seek. Always. My Ghosts, I carry.
Posted on: Fri, 12 Sep 2014 14:59:10 +0000
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