Once upon a time,
I could draw,
but not everything I saw,
so I took to the written word,
to better realize all within my world:
the gentle streams,
of waters and rhythmic dreams,
of winds
and magnificent things,
of rustling leaves
and the golden sunset eves,
of the stars in the heavens above
and of dragons and their love,
of rose and blossoms and fruits of nectar sweet,
of oceans and beaches and plains far as can see,
of mountains with icecaps and trenches so deep,
of oceans and islands where great creatures sleep,
of clouds and of rain and of thunder and hail,
of sunrise and dew drops that glisten their trail,
of witches of wizards of vil
Sing me a song o’ soprano,
As the Valkyries fly.
The wings of angels align;
The stars above bellowed
By the roaring shine of the sun.
Fly us to freedom Valkyries,
As the slain warriors are freed,
From their wounds of battle;
Relieved of the pain and torment
of war.
Bring us to the heavens,
And as the sopranos sing,
We shall be free!
Blessed be to the Valkyries,
So mote it be.
I am a crow—
for my full mouth
Grandmother Spider gifted me my black
and my embers, my mantle of smoke.
I am story-teller, wind-bound,
the voice over snow fields
to guide the cold dead to rest.
But winter stilled my spirit,
withered me into a being of sticks and branches,
no bird of prey but a cold and bitter wight
fleshless and picked clean by scavengers.
I build my stories again like late-winter bonfires,
breathe my smoke like rising thunderclouds
to fill my mouth again with carrion calls
and summon the fire to me again.
I contain all the cosmos,
blossom darkly above the white fields,
breathing deep the strength of my new wing-bea
I. Muladhara
Manifestation
Of the solid imminence
Earth beneath our feet
II. Swadhisthana
The domain of change
The sublime fluidity
And the vast ocean
III. Manipura
Vaporeal mind
That which is felt but unseen
Churning void of air
IV. Anahata
Heart-mind of passion
Governing the rising force
Energetic fire
V. Vishuddha
Sacred vibrations
Throat of the yogic body
Music of the spheres
VI. Ajna
Seat of all wisdom
Flowering psychic organ
Of the outer planes
VII. Sahasrana
The supernal mind
Ten thousand-petaled lotus
Transcending reality
Birth
They gather upon this somber day
with heavy heart
saddened by the future pain
and suffering which will befall
a new spirit awakening
in the world for the first time,
and even in its infantile state,
a moment of enlightenment
befalls and its new born first breath
is a cry for the burden of life
which it will henceforth
have to carry,
with mournful tears
they welcome it
into life.
Death
In jubilance
they come together
to celebrate the departure
of the soul from this world,
and almost with envy
they know that liberated now from the body
free of life it will venture forth
where boundless new possibilities yet
still await
Ending and Beginning: Samhain Night by diddles25, literature
Literature
Ending and Beginning: Samhain Night
A’ bhean-shìdh, tha i air a chaoineadh ‘cheanaThe banshee, she has wept already
Airson an t-seanar mo ghràidh, aosda ‘bha eFor my beloved grandfather, aged that he was
‘Nuair shiubhail e ach mìos o chionn. Tha e ‘rith’stWhen he passed but a month ago. He is again
Le Seanmhair, uile duin’ air bha e eòlach…With Grandmother, everybody whom they knew…
Chaidh ‘n Rìbhinn seachad cho luath leis an Earrach,The Maiden passed so quickly with the Springtime,
Tha m’ chuimhne Dhi a’ crìonadh fad ‘s nach till anMy memory of Her is fadi
The simplest things, I can no longer decide for myself.
No longer am I whole.
I am tired, my spirit broken.
My fight is gone.
Nature beckons me to come,
deeper still, she whispers.
until her icy embrace holds me tight.
Come to me, she cries
I am broken, my spirit tired.
My fight lost.
Black, is the colour of my true love's hair. by GypsyMountainman, literature
Literature
Black, is the colour of my true love's hair.
To The Goddess:
How much have I loved you?
Enough not, I am sure.
My beloved Goddess,
How gracious you are to me.
Why have you chosen me,
among the men, for you to love?
The fairness of you face,
charms my soul.
The touch of your hand, your embrace,
heals my troubled mind, and soul.
My seed, burned within you like acid,
To produce your young.
Too late, do I realize your fate,
What you gave, to bring to me young.
Had I only known, what would I do?
To be yours, was my only desire.
When you are not with me,
I long for your touch.
I wish for your face.
I weep in the night.
I pray for your peace.
Will y
Praise-poem for the Morrigu by childofolympus, literature
Literature
Praise-poem for the Morrigu
Speak to me, Voice of Winter.
I stand on the backs of brittle bones.
Unfamiliar is the earth beneath but
Their husks are not new to me.
Remind me of a different soil.
Sing to me in the cries of ravens.
I have forgotten the taste of drink
From your wine-cup.
I have forgotten the smell of meat
Roasting on your hearth.
I have forgotten the sound of your call
Welcoming me to your hut.
Yet in this absence of self...
This stillness between Seasons...
I find I know you still.
Your breath is the kiss of grey skies
& greyer mornings.
You whisper wisdom that
Reborn Spring has lost.
Your promise is the certainty of frost,
Remorse
As I walk amok
amongst rusted bicycles,
uncycled since the last child
withered into slavery.
As with a sadness I savour
the scribbles on the walls
of artists' trapped souls
in broken-faced images.
As I trot away
amidst the rotting grass,
the dead leaves and dirty ground,
and the carcasses atop the hay.
As I watch the sky
sink into gray obscurity
in a shroud of flies,
her fleeting glimpse stains
the frames as a spring breeze;
stirring sense into the stillness.
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