In 1989 I was falling fast, retreating from a purpose for the things that I lacked, I traveled through my phases and I moved about my moods, and I came unto the mountains just to see where I stood. I traveled to the goldmines and I danced against the stars, while the night was moving faster I pissed into the fire. I laid my body naked in a prairie by a butte, and I read Maria Rilke and I knew my spirit shook. I was younger than a mountain, begging secrets from the stars, the Colorado mystery held my riddles self-inspired. It wasn’t just by destiny, a drug induced self-swoon, that I climbed to Meeker Meadow by a dry November moon.
I’d like to say that altitude, frost blowing through the gloom, made sleep for me impossible, as Venus crossed the moon. The cold it made my sleeping wear grow weak with all despair, but slumber came all too quickly, for my body sheltered there.
It is right here in this soft tale, this tantalizing word, I’d like to share a secret now, some nouns you’ve never heard. His name is many wonders here, some call him all their own, it moves within a labyrinth of wisdom that atones. When I tell names that filled the air, in symbols rune and stone, celestial rain of Hashem’s name, a name unlike unknown. It is my place to explain its name is one held dear, a love that holds you in your pain, its special and it’s near. It wasn’t just by destiny, a drug induced self-swoon, that I climbed to Meeker Meadow by a dry November moon.
Dreams in Meeker Meadow, Shekinah from the moon, our love is held in special hands, it’s holy what we do. In vision was a well laid plan of what my life should do, what Adonai told a boy, this I tell to you.
You are not a quantity, that’s floating in this sky, a numeral all the same, this is a flesh held lie. Did I not say to Moses, name each one this day, you are each my person held, I need to sow your name. Know in disposition, the name that you have feared, it is the name that judges you, your title hold it dear. See you signs of common man, those that regulate, beware you true the rebel man he will a tyrant make. Those that would now number you, and make you all the same, they are those that fear me not, there love I will reclaim. You are a name upon this place of meadow high and free, go you to the world and name your terms, and set each title free. It wasn’t just by destiny, a drug induced self-swoon, that I climbed to Meeker Meadow by a dry November moon.
I woke in frozen silence to a higher place of lore, the floor of Meeker Meadow looked much brighter than before. A name in loving logic, placed on me from the womb, had judged me far from lacking, it held me from my ruin. For you this means a purpose, just like mine did before, your name is more than numbers, it means what you’re meant for. It wasn’t just by destiny, a drug induced self-swoon, that I climbed to Meeker Meadow by a dry November moon. – 08.02.2014 – דָּנִיֵּאל
This piece is particularly lovely. Wonderful cadence. 🙂
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Thank you Resa, I have been walking to it for twenty-four years, it’s been a long walk with that beat in my heart and head 😉
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So, Daniel, now we know why you keep walking to the precipice to find keys . . . your name is for a man destined to read and explain “the writing on the wall”! 🙂
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Hi Jen, your comment touched me and kind of teared me up. I’m sentimental that way. Then I got real humble, thinking what a true rascal I really am 😉 Thank you for such a compliment. Shalom, Daniel
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This is fabulous, Daniel. It reads like a chant. I had my work cut out with a couple of bits I needed to check but I like that! Now you want to check out one of the definitions of your name if you haven’t already. You should be safe as it’s your own!
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Daniel
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Thanks as always Anne Marie for your encouraging words, I value them. As to the definition of my name, wow I better pull up my boots and live right, that’s a huge bundle to live up to or for in that link 🙂 I hope I reach even a fraction of what is in the name!!! Thanks again my friend. Shalom, Daniel
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Nice writing friend. ❤
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Hi Sindy, Thank you for the compliment, I am happy you liked the piece. Shalom, Daniel
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