The Butterfly Orchid of the Seven Sacred Falls of Hana. I found this orchid at the top of the falls as I baptized my chakras of all impurity and where I prayed for my own salvation and for my memory to return and for the bleeding of my soul to cease. I bathed in each pool until I reached the top and their was the Butterfly Orchid wavering in the Island wind and its scent was a combination of peaches and plumeria. It whispered, Michael you are going to get what you pray for, it is running towards you now as you smell my fragance. It is on its way to you. Remember the secret path. It is on its way to you. written by miguel. copy right by Michael Forbus
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Linda Bertiaux 06 Nov 2007
Your poetry is amazing. It touches my heart. The image is beautiful and the colors are bright with such happiness. Excellent job.Anonymous Guest 02 Aug 2006
Your faith will prevail. I have felt your heart sing.Anonymous Guest 10 May 2006
Miguel, this is, as you are, passionate and intense in all it's gloty!!Loredana 10 May 2006
Awesome Miguel i love this :)bianca thomas 10 May 2006
Michael great work.....well done job...Chas Sinklier 10 May 2006
Well this is dramatic... an a bit scary for those of us who live, or have lived in the buggy parts of the world. This flower is made more beautiful by your hand Miguel :0)maggie Barra 10 May 2006
The tapestry of amethyst and gray stretches before me, A circular path with turns and twists. I stand at the entrance with questions: Which way do I go? Which path do I follow? Hesitant to begin the journey. Uncertain of what may be revealed. A deep breath for courage Hands clasped before me in strength. A single step forward I enter. I feel the warm textures of the tapestry, A comforting, soothing touch beneath my feet. Cautiously, carefully keeping to the narrow path Following every changing direction Placing one foot, then the next Moving closer towards the center. This ancient sacred path traveled by many in places near and far, in times present and long ago, I share the experience with those walking, A timeless connection to past, present and future. All deep in thought, solitude, and contemplation, Searching for answers in the midst of confusion Lost within the maze. My breathing becomes more rhythmic. An easy natural rate My mind begins to focus on the constant pace of walking, breathing, of just being. All cares and problems abandoned. My heart opens to hear the inner voice. Passing by others, each on their own private quest Searching for hopes and dreams, for answers to questions that remain unspoken. Quietly yielding to those who must stay true to the path. At times my steps may falter, I hesitate which direction to turn, but I return anew to the course. Step by step, each turn and twist I progress to the center, closer to finding my truth. Steady on the path to dreams, to healing, and to answers. Cleansing the mind. Mending the spirit. Healing the soul. At the heart of this labyrinth-- a quiet solitude A tranquil place to stay, to escape A respite from the turmoil of the outside world A place of rest and peace, of renewal. Time passes swiftly and soon I must depart. Reluctantly, I leave this haven with a promise to return again. A breath to center Hands free at my sides Silently, steadily Following the intricate ancient path I begin the journey home. I am met by others on their quest A respectful glance A shared smile A knowing of the common joyous experience. As I walk the path home my answer is revealed Restoring the faith, the belief and the trust Knowing that in time the true path will appear. This time, a new road a new path a new way of healing. I emerge, Transformed. Kirsti A. Dyer MD, MS Beautiful piece michael...as alwaysthea walstra 10 May 2006
Wow Miguel, such a gorgeous flower and colors. Beautiful and awesome work!Nelly van Nieuwenhuijzen 10 May 2006
impressive and touching text and beautiful work Michael! love this very much!!Christine brand 10 May 2006
Words mute...only I see and know the beauty and feel humbled to share your heart and spirit...the floral speaks the wisdom of the wisest sage the creator who lives in all things, the lingering perfume of your heart, the semblance of soul...you are truly in tune...love the love you have, it is all ready there...your wisdom living and loving is the greatest beauty...all you do is love and all you think is love...you are transcended...Angelina 09 May 2006
You make my third eye ache and bleed with your beautiful prose ,my soul is weepingEmily Reed 09 May 2006
Oh my, this is so wonderful, just pure beauty!Lara Falcone 09 May 2006
Beautiful text here Miguel, and very creative work. Well done!Vera Harned 09 May 2006
Wow! Applause!!! Breath-taking poetry. What a wonderful complement to The Butterfly Orchid of Seven Sacred Falls. The poem makes me thinks that one is grieving over a lost lover. Super work...