Guardian at the Gate

guardian at the gate
on the path of life there are spaces/places where shift & change is ever constant.
the boundaries....the borderlands between the two or more worlds of difference.
there are doorways, gateways, portal openings; where the two touch, mingle, and blend.
these places/spaces where the sensitive can experience an existence, as winds of change are ever constant.
there is always a border where two "worlds" touch....
there will always be those who travel with ease between the two...
there is always a gateway/doorway between the two....
....where two worlds touch.... time shifts/warps... & the space where one slips or slides
into another place~~`
there are those who dwell in a time and place interacting with both.
there are those who tend this space with love and understanding.
there are those who exist with a joy ease and grace that challenges the comprehension of others
the bridge keepers.. the guardians at the gate...the doorman/woman at the portal doorway
there are always those that will dwell in the borderlands.


the threshold, the door sill, the gate post crossing, mark these portals of change.


the border crossing is not without a cost;
the shadow work,the opening of ones heart,
the stillness to hear~ to listen & know~
the moving through and beyond the fears
the work of a life time, sometimes many... in preparation,
aged & seasoned with a wisdom to see the many of all that is.
the calm in the eye of the storm of chaos & confusion.
In a {whole world }where change & differences bump and blend at these spaces where the two
or more touch,
in a {whole world} where all are one & only love is real...
there are those who stand at the ready ;to ease the journey of your life's' path
a few amid the many.
they are there

they who know; there is so very much more.
those who have completed their shadow work and moved beyond.
those that dwell in the boundaries,those that keep the portal gateways
the outlanders/outsiders,those who dwell at the borderlands who keep watch within a vigil of love.
there are those who stand at the ready where two worlds touch.
Hugs of love, earthdeva/molly © 2009
"I flow with the rhythm of life.'
"A voice for the trees"