Gaze no more into the bitter glass,
for eternity beckons as the time does pass,
where long ago visions echo and haunt,
and voices engraved upon the shattered heart,
belittle and taunt.
Dwell no more on realities past,
for the celestine future is infinite and vast,
where you walk into choices unbound,
and your footsteps tread upon memory's ground.
Learn from today and yesteryear gone,
and raise your voice high in futures resounding song,
for the future, today, and things that echo in recognition stark,
are the lessons you bear to light the way through the dark.
So dwell not upon the mirror that frames so complete
the totality of you where past and present meet,
and look to the stars in heavenly expanse,
for the future is limitless in one single glance.
Where you are complete, single, and whole,
and memories are naught but virtues to extol,
the journey you walked and the path that you tread,
of a life lived well and happy instead.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Dark Spell Invoked
Dark Spell Invoked
Out of the pages of chapters past
came the words of a spell to cast,
to call upon spirit and bring it forth,
from four directions: east, west, south, north.
but what was called was not divine
and from below the horizon it crossed the line.
Evil in spirit, it came to me,
to extract the price for setting it free.
It took from me my shielding veil
and cast my sight beyond the pale,
stripping me bare of ignorant bliss
and that is how I have come to this,
to walk my path with boundaries broken
while offering up myself as token,
to unknown truths and places unseen
on which I have been granted the ability to lean.
My veil is gone and dark evil is bound,
captured again beneath the ground,
and from this spell I cast in youth,
I take with me always the strength of truth.
And from lessons I have come to be,
a witch to be reckoned with, for I am set free.
And so ends the tale of how it begun,
the chapters are finished and
the book is done.
Out of the pages of chapters past
came the words of a spell to cast,
to call upon spirit and bring it forth,
from four directions: east, west, south, north.
but what was called was not divine
and from below the horizon it crossed the line.
Evil in spirit, it came to me,
to extract the price for setting it free.
It took from me my shielding veil
and cast my sight beyond the pale,
stripping me bare of ignorant bliss
and that is how I have come to this,
to walk my path with boundaries broken
while offering up myself as token,
to unknown truths and places unseen
on which I have been granted the ability to lean.
My veil is gone and dark evil is bound,
captured again beneath the ground,
and from this spell I cast in youth,
I take with me always the strength of truth.
And from lessons I have come to be,
a witch to be reckoned with, for I am set free.
And so ends the tale of how it begun,
the chapters are finished and
the book is done.
Walk of the Mother Goddess
Walk of the Mother Goddess
She walks in shadow,
unseen by human sight.
Her gifts, as she lay
hidden beneath the veil
that shrouds they eyes
and blankets the mind,
dwell within the sphere of a
wondrous world of human delights.
She walks in dreams,
in scapes of human illusion,
where she is cast in roles of
mortal woman and divine incarnate.
And through eyes of flesh and bone,
she is mother, virgin, sister, and harlot.
She walks with wings
upon heaven bound sand
flowing in unison to mirror
her image,
her steps,
and her path.
Immortal goddess of angelic beauty
whose serene purity transcends
the human mind and
encompasses all things.
She is the muse of inspiration
for whom we all aspire to,
and from whom we draw
our divine potential.
She walks in spirit,
bringing endless rapture
to the core of the heart,
and tranquility to the human soul.
She is that which you seek without name
in times of deepest sorrow.
She walks around us
as the eternal reminder.
She walks within us through
the daily mundane and strife.
She walks at our side,
bearing the weight of our burdens
and holding us close to her heart.
She walks and life exists for
your pleasure and your grief.
She walks in glory personified, resonating.
She walks and she reigns,
in the infinite moment beyond
the annals of human time and space.
The Immortal One,
The Ethereal one,
The Mother Goddess.
She walks in shadow,
unseen by human sight.
Her gifts, as she lay
hidden beneath the veil
that shrouds they eyes
and blankets the mind,
dwell within the sphere of a
wondrous world of human delights.
She walks in dreams,
in scapes of human illusion,
where she is cast in roles of
mortal woman and divine incarnate.
And through eyes of flesh and bone,
she is mother, virgin, sister, and harlot.
She walks with wings
upon heaven bound sand
flowing in unison to mirror
her image,
her steps,
and her path.
Immortal goddess of angelic beauty
whose serene purity transcends
the human mind and
encompasses all things.
She is the muse of inspiration
for whom we all aspire to,
and from whom we draw
our divine potential.
She walks in spirit,
bringing endless rapture
to the core of the heart,
and tranquility to the human soul.
She is that which you seek without name
in times of deepest sorrow.
She walks around us
as the eternal reminder.
She walks within us through
the daily mundane and strife.
She walks at our side,
bearing the weight of our burdens
and holding us close to her heart.
She walks and life exists for
your pleasure and your grief.
She walks in glory personified, resonating.
She walks and she reigns,
in the infinite moment beyond
the annals of human time and space.
The Immortal One,
The Ethereal one,
The Mother Goddess.
Slumber's Glorious Journey Of Senses
Slumber's Glorious Journey Of Senses
Close your eyes.
Listen,
hear the thrumming,
the beating of your drumming heartbeat.
Feel,
as it carries you away upon silken threads
and lays you bare in velvet moss
to sail upon the amber boat of time
with satin sails billowing in the wind
and chenille veils to cloak your naked form.
Smell,
the scent of every flower and every herb,
mingling, to shape the very air you breath
into ambrosia nectar that
sates the pallet and quenches the thirst.
Taste,
the thrill of anticipation as you soar
upon a sea of mischievous clouds
that rise up in subtle form
to harken you back and
tempt you with a siren's song
calling you home.
See,
heaven's paradise stretch out before you,
as you stare into oceans of blue,
as the sky embraces you,
cradling you gently, until finally,
your eyes close and you fall into
a sweet, silent slumber.
Close your eyes.
Listen,
hear the thrumming,
the beating of your drumming heartbeat.
Feel,
as it carries you away upon silken threads
and lays you bare in velvet moss
to sail upon the amber boat of time
with satin sails billowing in the wind
and chenille veils to cloak your naked form.
Smell,
the scent of every flower and every herb,
mingling, to shape the very air you breath
into ambrosia nectar that
sates the pallet and quenches the thirst.
Taste,
the thrill of anticipation as you soar
upon a sea of mischievous clouds
that rise up in subtle form
to harken you back and
tempt you with a siren's song
calling you home.
See,
heaven's paradise stretch out before you,
as you stare into oceans of blue,
as the sky embraces you,
cradling you gently, until finally,
your eyes close and you fall into
a sweet, silent slumber.
The Noble Nobody
The Noble Nobody
She walked in the shdows
that others had cast behind them,
but she did not mourn for the light
that refused to shine upon her,
for she did not choose to aspire to
the heights that others strived for
and she did not desire the
material riches that others dreamed of.
Those things that seemed to motivate others,
were instead, merely a means
to an end for such as she,
for she sought other things,
monumental things,
that most could not conceive of.
She sought knowledge in its purest form
and the freedom that comes when
the mind expands beyond its own boundaries.
She was not bound by the limitations
of her own world, for in truth,
by their very existence she was set free.
She was a nobody who was
overlooked and disregarded
within the scope of society.
She did not aspire to greatness,
nor did she hold unreasonable expectations
of the world falling to worship at her feet.
The loving support that she
quietly offered did not gain her
fame and recognition,
nor did it garner her awards.
And she did none of this for payment.
She gave of herself freely
from within the shadows.
The people she helped were transient,
and her friendships with them fleeting,
but still she was there when
no one remembered her name.
She is the Noble Nobody,
the Silent Angel,
and the Unsung Hero
of a world that did not want her
and a society that scorned her.
Author's Notes: I've met a number of people like this, who give without consideration of themselves, unconditionally and totally. They are angels in hiding. One such as this, saved my life in my greatest time of need and sorrow. Blessings walk with those upon this path.
She walked in the shdows
that others had cast behind them,
but she did not mourn for the light
that refused to shine upon her,
for she did not choose to aspire to
the heights that others strived for
and she did not desire the
material riches that others dreamed of.
Those things that seemed to motivate others,
were instead, merely a means
to an end for such as she,
for she sought other things,
monumental things,
that most could not conceive of.
She sought knowledge in its purest form
and the freedom that comes when
the mind expands beyond its own boundaries.
She was not bound by the limitations
of her own world, for in truth,
by their very existence she was set free.
She was a nobody who was
overlooked and disregarded
within the scope of society.
She did not aspire to greatness,
nor did she hold unreasonable expectations
of the world falling to worship at her feet.
The loving support that she
quietly offered did not gain her
fame and recognition,
nor did it garner her awards.
And she did none of this for payment.
She gave of herself freely
from within the shadows.
The people she helped were transient,
and her friendships with them fleeting,
but still she was there when
no one remembered her name.
She is the Noble Nobody,
the Silent Angel,
and the Unsung Hero
of a world that did not want her
and a society that scorned her.
Author's Notes: I've met a number of people like this, who give without consideration of themselves, unconditionally and totally. They are angels in hiding. One such as this, saved my life in my greatest time of need and sorrow. Blessings walk with those upon this path.
Dawn's Delights
Dawn's Delights
I stand before the morning's dawn,
to watch the rising sun's ascent,
with dew laden grass and
the remnants of stars as my
boon companions and my silent confidants,
as I gaze in awe at the
sky's transition from night into day,
from darkness to light.
And in those all to few and brief moments,
when the crickets are quiet
and the birds are in slumber,
I stand in silent reverence
in honor of the morning rays
and to pay homage for
the grace of a new day.
I am cleansed, renewed, and reborn
with the shedding of the
cloak of shadows that enshrouds the night,
and the coming promise of the
radiant dawn's glorious delights.
I am enraptured,
and I am made whole once more.
I stand before the morning's dawn,
to watch the rising sun's ascent,
with dew laden grass and
the remnants of stars as my
boon companions and my silent confidants,
as I gaze in awe at the
sky's transition from night into day,
from darkness to light.
And in those all to few and brief moments,
when the crickets are quiet
and the birds are in slumber,
I stand in silent reverence
in honor of the morning rays
and to pay homage for
the grace of a new day.
I am cleansed, renewed, and reborn
with the shedding of the
cloak of shadows that enshrouds the night,
and the coming promise of the
radiant dawn's glorious delights.
I am enraptured,
and I am made whole once more.
The Pagan Story Of You?
The Pagan Story Of You?
In your childhood was there
one moment of pure clarity
when the religious walls of your fathers
fell away and all that you had accepted
as truth without question
made absolutely no sense anymore?
And did this leave you confused,
adrift, and alone?
In your adolescence, when you
began to search in earnest
for knowledge and sought expression
of your ever evolving beliefs system,
did you suddenly find yourself
shunned for your differences,
misunderstood because of stereotypes,
and branded with the scarlett letter,
'W' for witch,
that proclaimed you a heretic and outcast?
And did you slowly feel yourself
drifting away from your family ties
that bound you in conformity?
Was there abuse hidden somwhere
within the scope of your past
that further propelled you
along your chosen course?
As you grew and your faith
developed beyond rebellion,
did your family demand repentence
for unconditional love?
Did they bind you in the
chains of shame and guilt
as they cast you to the brimstone?
And were you left scared, desolate, and alone?
If this is your story, then you should
surely know that it is mine, as well.
We, each of us, feel at odds with the world,
disconnected and held at arms length.
We are all searching for solace
as best we can, in a world that
cannot embrace our respective
individual truths. But the truth
that is hidden even from us,
each other, ourselves,
is that our pain is not unique and
we are not alone in our struggle to survive.
Through adversity there truly is strength.
And with that realization, hand and hand,
we will see tomorrow dawn
in the light of a new Pagan Sun.
Author's Notes: I reiterate this in alot of my poetry, that we are not alone on this journey because alot of Pagans feel so disconnected that they forget that theirs is not a unique situation. We are all floating in the same boat, looking in different directions. Communities like Witchvox make that issue much more prevalent, but also allow us to share our experiences with one another so that we can realize that we are not alone. Places like this make the prospect of seeing another day's dawn a little brighter.
So I will say it again. Please realize that you do not walk alone in this world. We walk with you. You are loved. You are special. And you are worthy of hope.
In your childhood was there
one moment of pure clarity
when the religious walls of your fathers
fell away and all that you had accepted
as truth without question
made absolutely no sense anymore?
And did this leave you confused,
adrift, and alone?
In your adolescence, when you
began to search in earnest
for knowledge and sought expression
of your ever evolving beliefs system,
did you suddenly find yourself
shunned for your differences,
misunderstood because of stereotypes,
and branded with the scarlett letter,
'W' for witch,
that proclaimed you a heretic and outcast?
And did you slowly feel yourself
drifting away from your family ties
that bound you in conformity?
Was there abuse hidden somwhere
within the scope of your past
that further propelled you
along your chosen course?
As you grew and your faith
developed beyond rebellion,
did your family demand repentence
for unconditional love?
Did they bind you in the
chains of shame and guilt
as they cast you to the brimstone?
And were you left scared, desolate, and alone?
If this is your story, then you should
surely know that it is mine, as well.
We, each of us, feel at odds with the world,
disconnected and held at arms length.
We are all searching for solace
as best we can, in a world that
cannot embrace our respective
individual truths. But the truth
that is hidden even from us,
each other, ourselves,
is that our pain is not unique and
we are not alone in our struggle to survive.
Through adversity there truly is strength.
And with that realization, hand and hand,
we will see tomorrow dawn
in the light of a new Pagan Sun.
Author's Notes: I reiterate this in alot of my poetry, that we are not alone on this journey because alot of Pagans feel so disconnected that they forget that theirs is not a unique situation. We are all floating in the same boat, looking in different directions. Communities like Witchvox make that issue much more prevalent, but also allow us to share our experiences with one another so that we can realize that we are not alone. Places like this make the prospect of seeing another day's dawn a little brighter.
So I will say it again. Please realize that you do not walk alone in this world. We walk with you. You are loved. You are special. And you are worthy of hope.
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