The Spell

Angel of the Earth click and play

To the elemental devas~  to all who tend her in all dimensions ~

May she be healed

May she be healed

May she be healed

May she be healed

May she be healed

May she be healed

AND MADE POTENT AND POWERFUL ONCE MORE ~

I See the earth and all her creatures free of suffering , free of the poisons ,  the seas made glorious the balance returned .

May there be no more rites of violence against  the weak and helpless  ( baby seals)

 

May the knowledge return

in resonance

Question Everything

  (This is for those who dont )

 

When did hypocrisy equal normalcy ?
When did the questions ever start ?
When did the means EVER justify the ends ?
When is it a crime to lead from the heart ?
When did ignorance become SO valued ?
When did de-nial become YOUR home ?
When is the political NEVER personal ?
given it affects us – down to the bone.

When did duplicity become so sexy ?
When did a lazy mind become an aim
When did you last think you were right ?
When did arrogance equal fame ?
When did you last question your reality ?
When WILL you stop sitting on your fence?
When did they tell YOU- YOU were weak?
What did you say on your defence ?
Why do you accept a deep anomaly ?
Why not recognise a darker means ?
Why NOT question the events surrounding?
Why not think – -some things up what’s wrong ?
So much for your self boasted intuition 
So much for your trumpet calling for love
So much for your claim to seek the truth
there are no words for what you fail to see -

Who has your mind so dumbed to the level ?
that its waves are tuned to their tweaked control 
Who thinks and knows you’ll just accept it
who has the final laugh at it all.

Snapshots ( one )

Me,  Isle  of Skye  mountain goat child 

 

Take me back there again 

to that cusp of memory

‘twixt longing and love

a rare moment  with you,

 But , as always in silence 

this time,  walking together ,

we left the beach,  because it is time to.

I hark back to her in head turns , my hair in my eyes

Drying soft tears.

We walk  through the dunes and sea grasses ,

Heading for  the single track road. 

my swim suit is  wet,   

my skin is glowing.

 

I am wearing your thick arran sweater,

it hangs  down to my knees like a dress .

Inside I feel  proud.

I smell the wet, heavy  wool, 

 woven  with  sea charms

feel its  scratching,  against  my sun warmed  skin .

 

We are walking on tarmac , some is  melting  in black pools of  sticky goo. 

 

The gulls whirl, whoop and dive 

Like my spinning thoughts.

When I smell the honeyed scent of   honeysuckle, 

I am  in childhood. 

Vibrancy  runs up my spine ,

vitality  sings  , 

in answer to that gentle summer  wind.

 

I know enough to know that reaching for your hand is pointless 

 As is seeking arms of comfort,  when in  great loss and   being rejected ,

is yet to come.

That blue print of ache,  the map of my life, 

the journey 

to reconcile

is anchored here ,  in words and  colours ,

the love of which you passed to me.

 

You carried your inner battles,  home from the war

to imprint them on your children.

But you loved the poetry of my mothers face.

 

As the youngest at table,

my duty was to say grace,

Without mumbling . 

 

And now , 

There is that silence,

in a knowing heart 

that feels  like the moment between waves

a long exhale of realisation

breathing  out,

to fill the blue  space,  

around the  stars.

A  sound tone ,  that  enters the cave of hush,  

the cusp of anticipation.

 

The sun of memory is always warmer

and I still reach for your hand ;

though you are long  gone now, 

thinking,  

maybe this will change the way the sea dances 

in the light of your smile.  

 

 

(an  experimentation in memory,  which sends me postcard from my soul ~ in memory of my father ) 

 

 

 

Lotus ~

Scented  petals,  on a  Jewelled lotus

unfold in light, 

 within a  quiet  heart.  

A  diamond seed,

 is planted , 

Sown from the Soul of the world,  

nourish its growth,  as it is  there for the keeping.

 

All it asks for , 

is the mud of eternal  rainfall,

your bare feet,  running through silk , 

 the hush of the forest  at twilight, 

 the still  full Moon,  on watered silence  , 

A mirror of love ~

 

 

 

Stages of two Lotus hearts 

 

I changed the format of the blog,  not sure I like it , I wanted things to be easier to navigate and for the pictures to look a bit  better ,   still not sure though , I  will see how long it lasts ~