I present to you ... a bunch of scribblings that were the result of introspection, meditation and a large dose of purpose-seeking.

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We are guardians.

Upholders of undying ways
the Mountains that never fall
the Rivers that freely flow
the Flames that burn to ashes
the Metal that withstands it all

And the winds that whisper,
of things that can be.

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Life is our Mother
Death our Father
Emotion our brother and sister
Together we are one.

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Live life to it's fullest,
the black ... the white
and all the colors in between,
We are strangers to none.

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Mind, body and soul
honed to perfection
to protect without selection
Life as a whole.

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We are legend.
We are myth.

We are yesterday, today and tomorrow.
Ever known, almost forgotten.

We are the Guardians of Balance.

hey i havent seen any of your poetry in aaages!...these are great, very philosophical

I like the balance, unity, and wholeness they all seem to share in common.

Thanks both

Yeah, I know I make too little time to get into that mood lately. Hate to admit it sometimes but society has turned me into a nice, dutiful citizen most of the time.

Understanding guardians, gotta say that's a power poem

Really liked the imagery you put into the words ^_^

Thanks

Here is where I sit.
This is my place,
at the edge of world of man.

The edge of dreams.

In between worlds.
Part of neither one,
nor another.

Here is where I wait.
Await the calling,
a whisper of destiny.

A voice on the winds.
It speaks neither sounds,
nor language.

It tells me who I am.
Of things to come,
and things that were.

Now it is silent.

Here is where I wait.
This is my place,
in the shadow.

well done again..i think it relates to the whole kin experience kind of