https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower6609/The Awakening is a Poetry cycle written by Edward C. Patterson, dedicated to my many friends chosen as family. These seminal pieces should for those coming out are expressions of the deepest kind. Edward C. Patterson is the author of several Novels and Novellas, now available at www.dancaster.com/jotrans.htm. The Awakening has been a web favorite on the site since 1994, having first been published in 1996 at vagranthollow, in the Best Part of Me Collection. Available on Yahoo.com's CD of most popular links, this is the first time The Awakening is being made available in the blogs. hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower6609/229528In the dark shadows of my own making, Like a cold, windless niche in a stone Cathedral, I walked beside a reflection of truth, A midnight soul, seeing a self - denying a self - And in that place I built a fortress retreat. Then, like some dart from a Promethean bow, I am struck down by simplicity...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower6609/223138Sunrise on the Peng-yu you must see, The beauty of the classic rustic wave. The calmness of the billows catching dew; The churning of the eddies in their fold. Yet, beneath her tranquil gathering arms Remains a history secret still untold Scholars two sat by bank of river’s flow Absorbed in...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower6609/221416I’m a simple man; Plain’s cud be, Who sits on plain A-fore de sea And counts de days And list de ways To ‘scape de hand O’ death’s decays. In sky’s a -blue I can’t a-find De ballyhoo Dat’s in ma mind, And spread id out Wid yell and shout De trubble felt ‘Bout dis last bout. Ma ugly han’s; Ma...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower6609/217019Through the trees, the moon peaks out Kissing light and spewing mood Through the leafless autumn bark The friendly orb flies over boughs With luster, lent by daylight’s queen; Here the shadows cast are bound With heaven’s nightly pallid pall The tarnished elms breathe crystal care From pools of...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower6609/215195I sip the cup of everyone, Every year brings fresh wine, Wine pressed by the year before, Before the world decides its mind. Color comes and spins its weave, Weaves I know I love to sport - Sports I know will all endure, Enduring now but half a year. Here it comes, the harvest craze, Crazed I run...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower6609/214559I’m out, standing before my God, Singing my very best song, Knowing finally that in his image I am truly created; For when God made the world, he took a day aside to create what the others would call folly, But He especially deemed. Once I thought like the others, That the special world...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower6609/212376Vine spirits kissed by the Autumn sun, Sing your lullaby to me and melt my mind to mire. Lie me flat with your big breasted yield Covering me with the Somatic counterpane. Mercy in truth, call from the golden cup And accept your true follower to the altar - Sacrifice my lonely hour to the harbor,...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower6609/211175Alone we’d walk on Sunday morn, To the lake’s edge rippled by the Summer sun. Hands pressed as they swayed to the beat of our pace While hyacinths crowd both cobbled path and breath. Episodes he would tell while I smiled, Half listening to the trials of daily toil. Lost as it were in the...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower6609/210031Never two alike we, No matter the attempt - The state says different - All children will think this way - But souls know different - When winds blow, Souls seek and souls grow - This is the congruent nuptial - The great marriage of the spirit - Children know by rote; The soul knows by the wind!...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower6609/208874I watch beside you by the window As the rain kisses the pane; And your eyes, sad eyes pan the sky. And I think I am not here, to your mind As your soul joins the drops in their cold dance. Yet, I hear their lullaby, rocking your tired soul In their phantom text. Silence, there is silence - Like...