Good Beltane

Fertile
Filling
Salamanders
Full of
Willing
Waxing
Line
And circle
Gelling
Belly
Swelling
Life arising
Coupled
Growing
Strong
And supple
Green
Uncurling
Ideas
Burning
Sparking
Kindled
     *
New is
Bursting
Through
And forth
And out
And up
In longing
Unto
Gentle rain
And nearing
Sun
As flowering
Is quickening
        *
Exhilaration
Come
     ***
[2014]

Through Veils

Through a glass, darkly,
We too quickly understand;
Lighting blames the sand.

[For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known. ~ 1 Corinthians, 13; 12]

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Light at the Gates:
bring Beauty,
that it may feed
the flames of Desire.

*

Good Samhain⚡️

All Hallows

Wrap me round in Celtic linen when I go,
to show the fire called the emerald and red
of my poetic pagan heart and burn me through
in ancient embers at the altar of all thought.

Entomb me in Egyptian cotton
for my soul as old as time before Time was
and sound my extant vapour into every sphere
across the universe entire of the Gods

Shroud me in a needle lace of threefold beauty,
earthed among the silken places, bound into
the Mystery by spaces where I found a truth
and graces I have yet to birth

Consume me in the breezes on an open pyre.
Let the blood and dust to dirt and constant part,
into the cosmic ether be subsumed, that in my end
shall I begin again. Next time, a little higher.

 

Good Samhain 🎃

Merry May

Merry May
the rays ignite
a higher, wiser, inner sight
and fire in the belly
quicken, now, our power
raise the Just in common might

We, the People

Dear readers,

I first posted ‘We, the People‘ in March, 2013. In light of the approaching United Kingdom General Election and because this weekend is May Day Bank Holiday, traditionally synonymous with International Labour Day, it felt appropriate to mark Beltane by reposting this chant. I hope it resonates, wither you dwell.

Yours, in Light, in Hope, in Humanity, in Solidarity,

J  xXx

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We, the People, we are the Nation,
The Soul of the Land in manifestation.
We are the stewards of all she bestows,
We are the yesterday, glued to tomorrow.

We are the Temple, the priests and the flock.
We are the method; the vehicles; the stock.
We are the warriors, artists and scribes,
The teachers, the healers, protectors and guides.

We are the source of the outcome we seek:
The Light and the Strength and the Hope that we need.
We are the draughtsmen and builders of Will.
We are the answer; the cure for our ills.

For we are the Soul and the hand of our fate
And we are the banners and trumpets of State.
Albion’s creatures in Sovereignty’s land:
We are the People – we are the Command.

[See also ‘Beltane‘ for last year’s offering]

Comes Samhain

Comes the New Year
Soul at the unveiled
Threshold, honour
The eternal thread
That weaves
All space and time
In loop and line

Comes new tread
Bearing yesterday’s
Lessons as gifts
Innumerable
To wisdom’s forward
Shining light.

Comes fresh resolve
And sacrifice anew
Death is but a comma
For, by inward,
Inextinguishable Lamp
Is all creation born
Again and yet, again

Comes one contained
Within the other
Seed and fruit
Desire and form
Transmute
In constant endings
And beginnings

Comes the turning
Raise the cup
You filled this year
For Samhain
Bids you all:
Drink up!

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Happy New Year!
May you be bathed in love and light
May you feel warm and full
May you find strength and joy
May you know peace of mind