Saturday, March 28, 2015

January Musings Part II

That which we turn a blind eye on, 
that which we obliterate, 
that which we hide from our memory, 
that what we turn our back on, 
all these things, 
we cannot learn from. 
We are blind too. 
We have put a shield up against it. 
And shut off my mind. 
I shall not burn the sigil of my past 
for my friend and my enemy 
are my greatest teachers.

Musings from January I

my blood
your blood
is spilled
shared the seed
on the ground
kiss my mouth
1 million tiny cells
joining together
you becoming me
me becoming you
you and I become us
and we.

floating in this combined union
seeking gnosis .
Totally obliterated
and all because
we're blind
we're deaf
struggle and suffocation
of lonely loneliness
and the separation is real.

The only reality is love.

And we are so young,
we have no idea what that means.
God has mercy on us.
God understands the infinite capacity of love.
Creation sustaining destruction
all of its own cycle
all feeding this upon that
and dynamic balance.
And yet we choose to struggle
we choose to hate
we choose to be right
and that causes suffering.

Let go to a sea of love
that you need not be right
you need not know anything
just live and listen and laugh
forgive and learn.

The goddess loves us
we are all her creatures
and all acts of love and pleasure are her rituals
that we might suffer not
and dance under the full moon.

Don't you see?
All you seek is within you
it was never without
all the universe of the untouched psyche
God is within you
and every cell
and every space
in every void within you.

For that which you seek
you do not find within,
you'll never find without
for the goddess says
I am that which is found at the end of desire.

Monday, March 23, 2015

land of the sun

layers beneath knotted layers and my heart beats in the glimmer of gold.
Under firelight and smoke doth the message lie.
The hind and hare watch.
Holda waits.  Frigga knows. and the Norns spin.

I no longer fear.  I hear the drum beat.
I wake in the land of the sun.
Sowilo flickers in the light.
Thus my fate is spun.
Past and future meet, in the knotted tension of wyrd.

No potency is lost, the resin burns on,
pungent and pure.
Orange blossoms and hope grows.
Love and faith and rebirth.

I have left the frozen north and the sea still calls me.
Water witch, sea farer- mystery.
Bitter salt and sulfur, blood and iron.
Nothing is lost, in that cockle is reborn on 9 waves.

I breath, wait, crash, sleep.
The future is bringing many gifts;
of bread and salt, of bright tidings.

And I give thanks.
I sweat, I sigh, I turn my eye to the eastern sky
and wait under the new moon and the wandering Lady.
And I dance once more.

Friday, March 13, 2015

Darkness and the Dance

What spirits do we serve, consciously and unconsciously?  What do our daily rituals tell of to what and whom we are devoted? 

What is a whole person?  How do we feed all parts of our Self? 

What is the Self?  This vastness beneath the incessant chatter of the ego driven consciousness? 

Why are we here?  What is our purposed?

Can we ever succeed or is the striving and the journey indicative of the successful life?

Union, breath, magick, work, sweat, tears, loneliness, all these things are mine and yours.  This is our birthright.  We dance here in the dark stillness, surrounding by the din of confusion and chaos, and beneath it all?  Beneath it all is a spark of divine that lives within all living things.  Between the heartbeats of time and outside of time eternal, these are the mysteries.

You never stray from the path, even alone in the darkness, this too is your destiny.  You are never alone, for there is no part of you that is not of the Gods.

I breathe, I wait, I cry out.  In each opening of the internal eye, I see through the darkness.  In the darkness is joy, and suffering of seperation.  All of this is an illusion.

For we are one.