Leafy Whispers
My dear friends posted
these in Autumn Magick and gave me permission to share them for the sake of the
future. My we find our souls preserved with the sentinel trees by our
side, our spirit growing inside the quite wonder that is nature and plants, may
we know peace when it finds us so that our palms can rest on the energy that is
all around us, may we find guidance and wisdom in our ancient friends so that we
learn from our mistakes, may we stop to listen to the slow pulse and the breeze
that drifts through the heart of wood encouraging us too look deeper into the
mysteries of the doorway, may we protect them from harm for all the gifts they
have shared with us over time in the embrace of their limbs and our arms.
Love and light,
Autumn
Long ago, when the world was very much a child, there grew a great
forest. Within it's depths stood young and old alike. Nurtured and
protected by the Earth Mother they grew. Encouraged and strengthened
by the Sun Father, they grew. They stood tall and straight and
learned well the lessons of this life. Harmony and balance was the
song borne to them upon the winds of change.
"Blow thou softly, zephyr." sighed the trees.
To the music of rustling leaves began the miracle. All around the
dense singleness of colours washed slowly away, like a watercolor.
Silvered leaves crowned the poplar. White the flesh, became the
birch. Nuts of wisdom, gift of hazel. Each tree reveled in it's
blessings and thanked the Earth Mother and Sun Father for their
wonderful surprise. As one tree lifted it's face skyward to meet the
gentle caress of sun, it was startled!!!!
"Why, the very Sun is cradled in the nest of my limbs!" The tree
swelled with pride. It looked about and listened to the murmurs of
it's kindred. Silently it assessed each tree. "Surely the white
flesh and heart shaped leaves of Birch cannot compare with my
gift. " This process continued until the Sun stood again in the sky
above the forest. The tree looked up and smiled deeply. "Truly, I am
chosen among my peers."
As the days passed, the tree noticed that the Sun did not lie so
deeply in it's limbs. Distressed, the tree willed itself to grow
taller. "I will reach the Sun!!!" From deep inside the Earth Mother
it drew it's strength from the roots that held it fast. Towering
above the other trees, they stood in the shadow of it's immense
presence. This pleased the tree greatly.
Below, the young trees weakened in the shadow. They cried out weakly
for the life giving caress of the Father. The older trees whispered
encouragement to the children, but watched silently as the great tree
stood silent and unyielding. It instead watched as the tendrils of
golden sunlight filtered through it's foliage to the forest below.
It watched the young and old drink deeply of it's nourishment.
It counted and counted those among the forest. "None shall grow as
tall as me!" Far below it noticed a young tree. Straight and tall
was it's shape and crowned it was, with leaves so familiar. "It is
like me!", the tree gasped. No where else in the forest of dawnings
grew two trees of the same kind. "What does this mean?" thought the
tree. It strained and looked upward and sighed to see the Sun still
held fast in it's limbs.
With growing fear the great tree watched the young trees growth. It
too watched the other young trees growing tall and strong. The
laughter of the forest children was painful to hear. It struggled
inside and felt it's grip on the Sun loosen. "This cannot be! I am
chosen to carry the Sun!!!" It peered down and the spirals of
sunlight illuminated the young tree below. "NO!" It cried inwardly.
From the Earth Mother did the tree draw upon it's every ounce of
strength. From it's roots came the power to grow again. Taller and
denser became the tree. "More, I must have more!" it thought. The
roots poured out their life energy until they were exhausted, spent
and withered. So dense now was the trees foliage that not a single
thread of sunlight penetrated the forest below.
Darkness enveloped the forest of dawning. "I do not just hold the
Sun, but I choose to whom the light is given!" The tree chuckled
with delight. None would challenge it now. Just as that thought
finished in it's soul, it's leaves were stirred by a westerly wind.
Below, the tree watched others, young and old bend gracefully to
dance and sway with the zephyr. It shivered and stood unmoving. The
powers of the western kingdom drew it's breath and laughed heartily
sending out a gust of joy. The great tree shook but refused to
bend. The kingdoms of the north, seeing the sport, joined in the
game. "I will not be moved." vowed the tree.
The winds unseen hands pushed and pushed against it's trunk. "I will
not be moved." said the tree. But below, deep in the Earth Mother
the roots so weakened and so spent grew weary in their work. "We can
do no more." they sighed. No longer able to suckle at the Mother's
breast, they let themselves slip from her bosom. The great tree felt
their pain and a great emptiness filled it. It leaned and it
groaned, it's keening echoed on into the outer worlds beyond the
forest of it's home. The winds sped in a labyrinth of delight,
faster and faster. They bumped and they climbed the great tree.
Precariously, it teetered. Fear gripped it and held it fast.
It looked up and it watched the Sun remain unmoved as it toppled to
the ground below.
~Inion an Dagada
From: Autumn Date: Mon Aug 27, 2001 8:29 pm Subject: Leafy Whispers Whisper to me leaves, Rustling tears dropping with the last of summer's breath, your cycle continues on as we enter into each new dawn, speak to me oh wind, blowing through those browned little leaves, making music in their crescendo, the autumn season is coming, the dark months of passing thoughts, wrapping me in a chill of fallen tears, taking in the mask of triads acorn three, dance and follow the doe so merry, the young fawn grown by mother’s side so wary, in a circle round the leave, blows the wind to greet the trees, dancing on a fickle whim, their time spent with me fills my memories, coloring the time of harvest, with the dusky reminders, the last weavings of their brown little souls, in the winter when harsh comes the snows, but for now I enjoy their splendid little celebration, singing the song of windy air and chill weather frost comes near, on the breath of the wind whispering to me, the song of changing colors and swirling leaves, so my dance is to rest in their soft fallen bed, dreaming on the clouds now passing by, blue is the caress of those white horizons, damp is the air filled with the scents I love this time of year, bliss is in the fickle fancy of windswept trees, and the picture framed in my memory. |
From: Autumn Date: Wed Sep 5, 2001 3:15 pm Subject: Oak Savanna Once you grew here beneath the leaves, the grasses whisper sweet secrets to me, a story of a land where the shade trees grew, a place where the animals were few and new, their presence though essential to all who knew, the hillsides rock spoke through you, and then you climbed to the heavens on an eagles back, the wind rushing past my ears and saying don't hold back, the cloud tops white and soft like down, misting my eyes and bathing my crown, like rain we fly in and out, thunder rolls far off the mountain tops, but the sun of the great father pointing me up, carried further and further till my heart stopped, and I looked down to see the bears, to see the deer and the turtle plodding, off to the great rivers and towards the great paths, the guardians of my ancestor's past, the land of the sweet shade tree, where a prairie star blossoms and blue grass seeds, rattle and thrum in wind rushes reeds, scattering to the heavens a new land flowered by seed, and they bloom onto a soil once so pure, their oak savannas sheltering my place to restore, by the lake and by the stream, by the waters that ran so clean, the cool air and hot summer sun resting on my eyelids, from above I feel love, and in this home I have come to feel, the north star gently pulling time on a great wheel, where my clan to honor and to give a piece of the earth water and sky for it, a great direction from the beak and the wings of my ride, on this back of the great birds I do fly, and wonder what sleep could bring me in that great blue sky, so I settle in and listen to the grass, I place my hand to the rough mother tree, and knowledge flows inside of me, of a great ancestral past where the land served us all here in the oak savanna. |
Lord of the Trees *** Strange how my mind thinks, as I walk beside the trees. The ancient oak trees forming links, with their breath of wisdom reaching me. Their lineage is unbroken in the vastness of time. How do I respond as I walk past their line? My thoughts are of sharing in their wisdom and dark. Sensations of floatation as my hands clasp around the bark. Knowledge of ancient wisdom transcends the calm thoughts of time. A warmth deep inside forms as I acknowledge his sign. Energy flows upwardly from below my knees. Awareness takes over me, it comes from the Trees. Thoughts of yesterday's anger begin to fade. As the pieces of broken lives are being re-made. My mind is with the leaves as they float down to the ground. My pain has all gone without but a sound. Who can tell me better than the trees? How to live life, like the birds and the bees? Knowing always that everything comes in three's, The words, the wisdom, and The Lord of the Trees. ********* Alwyn |
Tree Wisdom At a quiet time near the end of your day, find a comfortable seat where you will not be disturbed. Maybe in your house or perhaps outside in your garden with just a few birds singing in the background as they witness the sun going down and respond with their curtain call of song. Empty your mind of all your daily happenings letting go of all issues that you might be dwelling on. Feel the sensations of your body, feel the rising and falling of your chest as you are breathing...with each exhalation envisage the release of tension. As the tension within oneself diminishes feel your muscles relax as your breathing establishes a natural pattern. You feel that you are drifting away to another place...a very peaceful place deep in an ancient forest far away from any built up civilizations. You are walking slowly but attentively in this wondrous place. You can hear the sound of water...sometimes a gushing sound...other times like the sound of a babbling brook. Now and then the wind picks up generating a whistling sound through the tree canopies...only to die down again when you can once more hear the sound of trickling waters nearby caress you. Your emotional senses are wide open as you are deeply observing your natural surroundings. You can hear the sound of a bird calling and the reply from it's mate on the other side of the forest. The wind is blowing a comfortable breeze on your arms inviting you to acknowledge it's presence, it is pleasantly soothing. The sun is low in the sky but still very powerful as it catches your skin randomly through the swaying trees. The strong smell of wildflowers permeates the air with sweet scent dancing in scattered patterns beckoning you to draw deep breath. You inhale deeply the invigorating smell which serves to fire your imagination of past summers long since gone from your childhood days. You look around to see the plants growing and the magical ferns which carpet the forest floor. The play of light reflects upon the sacred stream which is now visible as you are drawn to something as yet unknown to you as you proceed along the ancient forest trails. In front of you, you can see a clearing coming up with a very olde tree...the ancient Yew tree of the forest. This is your refuge, your sacred place, your retreat. You approach it in wonder and look down upon it's massive entangled root system which is visible three feet above the ground. It is immediately apparent that this tree has been here for a very long time and has bore witness to many tales of the forest down through several centuries. The stories of gentle ladies and brave knights, outlaws, hunters, noble men, Kings and Queens of England. The sound of lovers making love underneath the tree canopy. Your imagination is very much alive as your gaze of wonder lifts from the mass of roots to the nine feet wide tree trunk. From the tree trunk your eyes spot diverging branches. Your thoughts follow the branch system as each branch splits up into a new system your thoughts gather a greater pace of understanding. You continue following the branch diversions till your mind is one with the tree...bringing to you vast quantities of understanding and eternal peace never before witnessed by you in your lifetime. You and the ancient Yew tree are one...everything the ancient Yew tree has witnessed in it's life is now being shared with you...as you listen in awe to the forest tales. Vast quantities of understanding take place over several minutes...till you feel this experience has filled your mind with all it can cope with for the time being. The experience is so overwhelming that you realize instinctively that it is something to be done over several visits to the forest. Slowly you withdraw your thoughts from the very tips of the Yew tree branches, gradually retreating into the bigger tree branch system, back into your mind. This leaves you with all negative thoughts erased and positive thoughts planted in the garden of your mind. You step back a couple of paces from the tree so you can see your friend in all his entirety. It is time for you to make your way back through the forest knowing that you will be back to see the ancient Yew tree of the woodland. Feeling a different person altogether you walk back along the woodland trails retracing the way you came in. The forest sounds different now...each sound the forest has is no longer a mystery, as all the forest sounds of nature are understood by you. You awaken in your seated position...blessed by Mother Nature herself. Thank you for taking part in Tree Wisdom. Alwyn |
From: Autumn
Subject: Green Watcher
Watching me strong man of the woods I talk our silent language giving away troubles freely Offering prayers for the woods release And watching the eyes and the face change Candles glowing to cast shadows of illusion on my eyes Hoping he hears me and can somehow bring change The presence of life to the mind in its own spiral To let my sleep be clear from the daily muss My tears remaining in my soul for the well of worries When he moves and the hands shift on his staff There comes sweetness and strength Stature of place among the walls imagery My guiding force guarding me with the hunts treasure Locked inside my heart comes messages From the man of the woods watching me The green bushes blowing in the breeze And the lush surroundings growing to envelope him Except the eyes and the hair lightly brushing The picture remains quite in the hour of my silent So I smile and drift with him over me. Autumn |
Date: Sat Jan 5, 2002
6:39 pm Subject: Conversation of Trees By Autumn Looking ahead 12/27/2001: Ash dropped to the floor in a fluttering leaf bend of world comprehension expanded for the good of all its roots reach deep into the waters of unconscious directions, Hawthorn tendrils of old memories cleansed and a time of restraint cautions the slow passage of the journeyman, Large old oak gives us the past of passages through thorns into prosperity though we have faced storms our will was strong to stand up tall towards a time of sunlight into which it passes, Rowans five pointed star of inner bark sparks the mimicking of creation to the voices singing inside the world vision of harmony it is the intuitive protection of the Earth which shields their growth for the complete recycling of days, Ash dreams granting us the knowledge of the trees bows standing staffs of wisdom’s sake, Ivy winding around the sacred etheric link of souls binding us with strength in spiritual dance all come to gather for the part assenting in the journey of others to follow up the spiraling path, Grove speak open and close and listen now to the story Beech tree speaks and says take what guidance comes your way the winds do say and knowledge is being offered from the past to overcome the difficulties of one, Ash acknowledges beech and says we must bend to the winds that blow hard on the grove, Ivy dreams terrible things but it is to let the young Shield bearer White Poplar links us to a unity of voices singing on the high plane for we must overcome our fears and doubts to be the strong tree assisting to the rebirth of the sun, Rowan seeds sown now offer the hope of foundation in Willow so wise in healing and vision sees to the future of a female balanced spirituality of fertility of the waters in which we dip our souls, Hawthorn warns us to guard against rushing the defense Nourishing Hazel of the salmon’s knowledge dreams we must speak and act so that our knowledge grows not to rely on the past ways we have owned and to release the dam through our inner bark waiting for intuition to signal us ahead from the storms potential destruction, Awen speaks through the sweetest of them all, Honeysuckle pink and small is the link the spirits voice that summons strength link be bound to the mother for safety and judgment leading those who have learned to bend and those who have regenerated through the distraction sheltering the birds nests until the wee ones can fly, Tis the truth of trees conversation from the debate to the gentle
winds and back calls their roots that circle round to the tree tops
crown the spirit grows in the full aspects of the round and so shall all
creation find comfort in the secret knocks being passed through the
Ogham. |
Subject: Strength of Wood
By Autumn Invisible ethos of a silent grove |
Subject: Seeds of Passing
By Autumn When the sun comes, to warm the land from the frozen thaw, the
minds |
Crahbh Ciuil (Branch of Reason)
November 28, 2001
Autumn Laird
Sometimes in life there are choices that we make.
Sometimes those choices are driven by love,
Sometimes those choices are fueled by hate.
Either way we have made them - we must face those actions.
Sometimes the results are meant to lead us back to where we began,
Sometimes the results are meant to lead us forward to new destinations.
When you choose with love you will always return to the circle.
Sometimes that love will come back to us in the form of people,
Sometimes that love will come back to us in a place to begin healing.
When you think of these choices of part of the great spiral –
Love is the answer you receive to the question regardless of its form.
Sometimes the form of love comes in a gentle wind and guidance,
Sometimes the form of love comes in an embrace of friendship.
This is what I give to you for walking along the spiral with me.
Sometimes you will not see the answers so simply within your friends,
Sometimes you will not hear the answers so loudly as they are now.
My friends I have chosen are my family - they are my bonds of living.
Sometimes my friends chose to pass the gift on and walk another way,
Sometimes they stay with you in your thoughts and your heart always.
This simple apple is a symbol of the spiral that we have walked together.
Sometimes the symbols between us were unheard but felt between our bonds,
Sometimes the symbols between us were known and openly shared to bring us closer.
The apple grows to fruit that is its purpose and it gives each seed unconditional love.
Sometimes the acts of the apple are selfless and it bears many fruits in a lifetime,
Sometimes the acts of the apple are to share its own special hybrid of life.
The apple tree shelters the magick within it and those who would lay their souls beneath.
Sometimes this shelter leads us to the deep well within ourselves,
Sometimes this shelter teaches us the knowledge held in such green places.
The vibrations of the life forces of the Green World offer us reason as we carry the wands of apple.
Sometimes these gifts offer us protection from the storms of our emotions,
Sometimes these gifts offer us new paths on the spiral formed like the branches of apple.
The Goddess led the trinity of friends together under her form and so we shall cultivate love.
Sometimes we honor her in separate ways and far apart our hearts may be,
Sometimes we honor her in very similar ways and we are united through our hearts.
My heart is yours as we met all in a time of learning and madness through the education of the Goddess.
We have learned that sometimes we are all common under the moon.
As we friends searched for our gifts we instinctually let our seeds take fruit in togetherness.
The spiral has been kind to lead us together and sometimes though we may part –
We are always fond of the memories we shared while we fed our minds.
And the apple is sometimes the symbol of that manifestation within our query of what sometimes we may find.
Date: Fri Nov 9, 2001
6:23 pm Subject: Secret Wood
For a friend whom has knocked on my wood of There were two trees, Each as strong as the other But different woods they lived By and by a seed flew by And landed in a place of beginnings. Now as the seed grew An acorn dropped close by And the two trees united For a time in purpose and growth They found comfort in the sun and rain The stories the old trees shared with them They grew tall in the face of storms That lashed at their branches Soon the two tress bent their own ways One had become a strong and useful maple The other had become a strong and sturdy oak Both became beautiful with full leaves And they still shared the wealth of nature They sheltered small birds in their limbs Enjoyed their songs and danced on the wind They shook their leaves rattling And this became their voices Then the two friends wrote To each other in the sacred Ogham - The language of the trees As a symbol of their enduring friendship For each had sent their seeds scattering to the winds In hope they prospered and found good soil The comfort of friends that did not choke their growth As they found in each other Such is mine. As two people asked the question of the trees And found themselves knocking on the woods Of one another's limbs in the breeze To awaken the dream that was always good. ~Autumn |
Date: Tue Nov 20, 2001
6:42 pm Subject: Rainforest Quest By Autumn I walk from the city into the tall trees topped with moss, I am the gift the being the person on a mission of light seeking wisdom that comes through the journey, I trod through puddles and through soft earth losing my shoes somewhere along the way, A thorn bites into my foot and buries itself deep reminding me of careful steps to make along the way, I watch animals walk from the concealed forests around me onto my path and witness their hungry eyes to fill my soul with a presence of strong primal energies, My mouth yawns open investing in me the spiral of the track I lay behind in footprints through the journey, A large waterfall opens herself before me as I cross a There is a question before me on this venture like a The water freezes into ice and my feet are warning me to walk no more until things change and the seasons warmth returns to the rainforest where water sun and life intermingle, I meet three people on my path for whom will turn A yew tree springs forth and they usher me like messengers of the Otherworld bearing my soul forth until I can go no more, I reach a great way of water and I fear to go They understand as night falls that to camp here is difficult but we have lit a torch that is my own in spite of difficulty my inner light carrying us through the night with the bear and the jaguar crouching on the shadows, Mann takes from me the thorn in my foot and warms them from the cold he beckons me to walk some more yet although he and the two others carry packs I have none and take none but advice, The auroch testing me in a time of change though I walk heavy with my ancestral guides I come through a flood that threatens to take me away, Watching and waiting we shall see where my destination A dream ~ Autumn |
Date: Mon Sep 24, 2001
12:43 am By Autumn
I am in a great house, Made of animals and people living side by side, We are healers and helpers, Handling the wounded ones with care, Loving those left for death, Given a new place in peace, My hands caring for the sweet ones lost, I walk in fresh and new but given a task to do, My heart is wide and the journey is long, I run head long through a glass fall, Window is broken and I dive down, Not caring about the pain, Shattered shards fall with me into a pool, Feels like icy sparks, I see blue in the waters all around me, My hair wrapping around my submerged beauty, I breath emerging like a seal into the day, And see the cathedral walls around me, Know all that is holy in this heart, And it is not the walls that make this place, But the heart and the mind, Where lamb lives side by side with lion, And I understand my healing hand, Given by the great Creator, And I walk side by side with the Greenman, Under the bow of trees, Birds take flight, We are shadows he and I, Where the kingdom is the sky, And I can grow to love my peace, In a shelter of man and beast.
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From: Autumn Today I saw the hawk fly Little bird chaser on accipiters tail Away from the captors of wilderness Bars covering the sad and broken faces Of amusement these ambassadors are confined But further yet beyond the lily pond bridges Where houses abut the landscape Once held sacred by the waters of the lake Where cattails blew on the wind like flutes And a sweet song drifted in the air The great thunderbird soared here Turtle slipping into the water Peeking above in hidden green Silently smiling at me Then scooting away as disturbance walks this way Up farther on the path yet I spy with my eye a protrusion of ancient ways Rock outlines scattered on the pruned grasses I can see the prairie here among the trees Here the rush of thundering drums As a chorus of voices bring to me The circadian rhythm slanted in the evening glow Soft falls the sun into the hills Slow is the beat here where my hands reach My feet leading me towards that unknown Someone before me had understood Built effigy in her belly For burial For life For the honor of our children’s children Teacher be the land that feeds The animals that breathe and speak the stories of creation Low sits the belly of this great turtle And the haunted memories of a time past I long to visit once again And seek in her the truth of native habitation And the story of the way to walk onwards again So lightly like the hawk flying above And see the pictures that educate my soul Calling me onto the council round The ancient whispers of the rivers and lakes Spirit of place reclaiming itself inside of me And so I vibrate in tune and weep for the past Where the water air and land guardians when the plow took hold? Buried in a culture that nearly lost it all And now come the children of new of one true race Unite and tell us Fear no more that understanding will be lost For we hear the beat and cannot help but weep For the song is beautiful in its misty dew Fog sweeping and curling around the bear the eagle the water spirits too Come sit with me chants the reeds Come gather your energy and fill us again with the Understand me now and sway with the beat that flows inside you Honor is what is needed to piece us back together So succumb to this night where hands rest on earthen And my heart carries on this memory of a broken And the hawk that carried me this far My ancestors telling me this is no cemetery This is a more sacred space It is indeed where visions were created It is where man once found divine creation In the belly of a land bordering on water Where animals spoke the stories And where ritual filled the land in thanks for the sun greeting the moon The seasons turning For the journey the soul undertakes So I see my nature clearly of three lives commanded by the elements Held in the rising mounds of earthly art So
flies the hawk’s eye chased by the little bird on its tail. |
From: Autumn Date: Mon Oct 1, 2001 7:29 pm Subject: Natural Life Fall sun lowering below the trees The landscape is covered in an orange haze Lower and lower it sinks son Lugh Arian rises above kissing her little one The great wheel connecting a web of stars Caught in them is her smile and grace A air of mist will fall tonight And the clouds pass by whispering Samhain On the cool breezes of rustling leaves The daylight falls faster beneath the seas To give mother a chance to rest And to shine up high where she can observe The workings of the harvest time Regeneration sprouts in the late blooming flowers Reminding us of the deeper colors that life provides To fill the eyes with a rich sense of blood That gave the earth bounty And the colors of the sky now covered in twinkling lights A sun-fall and a sunrise in the time of the full moon There is nothing like the sweet smell of smoke Wood stoves and fires kindling the leaves of fire Ashes of these that give fuel Now come due their time under the breath of fall But give thanks for they are part of us And every sun must rise and every sun must set For the beauty of the moment is impermanent Though comes a peace from these moments Where we look to the west to see the great sun set And rise to greet again Lugh in his mother’s house And watch the chariots fly a warrior burning in the sky Smiling down on me and bending to kiss Like a butterfly of orange-yellow bliss My eyes are watchful of this gift And tomorrow again I will except there are new paths Things have changed but beauty is there still to see In the leaves falling all around me Their scent welcome to my nose And I rejoice in the moment that allowed me to live In the colors of Autumn and the gentle breeze The stars shining overhead and the moon gazing down on me I feel lighter somehow of the worries befalling thee For surely another will be able to see the way I see And look to the same stars directing me Know the time that is mine caught in a sudden light wind To look where I look At the horizon where he dips to kiss the Earth The land being part of my extension A tree flaming in the colors of the sun And an eagle waiting there for him I reach my arms out extending to the son of the evening And whisper then the words that so many leave unspoken Love is here Beauty is here And my heart is yours to grasp For I look upon you with eyes of kindness And
understand the fine balance that your ride Though I wish to gain more I want only to please you and love you cont... |
As I find love in your colors and seasons
Transcending the trappings of a stationary life Each day awash with these messages I long to be the tree of peace and grow strong the four roots To the east where the sun rises To the west where the sun sets To the north where the great winds blow And to the south where the great waters flow I will tap the elements in a swirl and center it to the self And think of it as the great base where leaves will Flourish and then fall as each color grows and it is time to let go I will drum to you love and know that there is so much more awaiting me In a time of change I will let the storms pass my house by Battering the elements and churning the sky But always will there be another sunset for Lugh to ride Then as the night falls as it is to me now I witness the geese setting coarse to the south Silently honking in the rivers of air And I think now how the deer are feeding under the moon The corn husks withering after a long summer heat They have produced their corn and we have mowed the wheat Orange pumpkins glowing on withered vines Like a moon they do shine in their round abundance I smile to the faces I see growing within that once tiny seed The apples too have grown ripe on the sacred tree Fallen to feed the turkey and the deer grazing near And we too take delight in the feast provided to us This is what fills my heart now As I listen to the animals telling how great the Earth has provided With acorns fallen and squash has grown To see us through a winter where we can take rest We can come to reflect on our memories and look towards the future Plan a life in accordance to the seasons One by one the fires being lit To keep out the chill air that nips Listen to the crackle and the whispering voices Of our ancestors guiding us in story and in song Filling our minds with love to be strong And hear the message deep down The last bursting rays of light on my eye lids leave me content And I peer up to know that there is still light up there Through all the darkness they wheel and turn To remind us again of the balance of light and dark throughout all For we are one with the earth and one with the One with the land and united in all aspects of our Once we allow the sun to guide the way Into a rebirth of natural living today. ~Autumn |
Subject:
Scattered seed
By Autumn Come sit with me down by the fire Drinking in the darkness tossing seeds into thick growth Choking out the light For I am a wandering tree Built to survive the night Skeletal beauty on the edge of water Cliff ledge is my home after all others have erode This the way onwards To breath deep the salty sea air And to dangle my limbs to the breath of the God there Calling me onwards to grow green and strong Knotted loop of circle bare Hard is my wood from weathered time against my bark Scattered seed on the wind of night Blown here to dangle my feet in the waves below Circle bearing me round from earthen root to crown This is how I stand now.
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Date: Tue Jun 26, 2001
9:48 pm Subject: Tree gazing By Autumn Green dream of serenity, My prism sun emanating a rainbow, Lighting the way back towards home, My mind drifts like the wind rustling, The beautiful maple leaves dancing, Waving to the breeze drifting in and out, Between the shadows and between the light, Shading me from the hot summer sun, So I rest and ponder my thoughts upward, Climbing like an ivy to the heights found there, The bark limbs of the mother caressing my meaning, Her sweet scents driving me to further luminosity, Intoxicating the dreamy mind, Letting go that of which has weighted me, Breathing deeply the moment and the meditation found with tree gazing, The face peers to me from the moss, Star faced mouth agape, Bearded green mask watching - ever watching that bright face of recollection, It dawns on me how special it has all become, To see the divinity in the sun, To gaze at a tree and see that they are all part of One, and from that One where the void drew the sun, Burns bright the love for each and everyone, So peace be gained from tree sitting shade, In a human heart there still remains, One moment of time to be gained, Of awareness from the strain, The leafy man of green serenity, Help me see that once upon a time, Far away in a land so close you can call it home. ~Love and light gentle souls |
From: Autumn Date: Tue Jun 5, 2001 6:41 pm Subject: Freedom Woods There is a place in my heart tilting on its axis Radial points bringing me into seasonal balance Which what us up, which way is down? No one can really tell Except for in the place where trees do dwell Here in Freedom Woods the butterfly will spell The winds of change echo in every hallowed shell Where the owl hoots the night away And the robin cherrios the sun of day Here in Freedom Woods. The mind mazes are hard at play The walls of green lead you far astray But closer to home where the voices are your own And like the dogs that bay, The howl of solace brings family together again Binding the kin of shadows in common name. The spokes of the circle radiating out from the wheel Each pie piece a arrow knocked on the target Like a compass the rock tells me so The magnitude of the northern folk cloaked by the cold So which way is up and which way is down? Ask the butterfly she will tell That of which flies here in Freedom Woods On gilded wings of soft velvet tissue Listen closely to the merry song Riddling and leading us on From the metamorphosis of our bonds, Encapsulated in the voice of Freedom woods. |
Date: Sun May 13, 2001
1:53 pm Subject: Forestry By Autumn The sunlight pours through the open birch patches, Early successional rag tag plants, But its restorative properties will grow with a chance to overcome the saws, So the forest can be seen for the trees and not just the bramble and the weeds, But just as easily we forget the value of the youth, And take them out too for open plains and fields, The warblers chime in on their softening trills, There are fewer now than years before, Their migration succumbs to the lesser forests, Their hunger on landfall can not be satisfied, So these little forest jewels flicker and flash becoming as ever rare as the last old-growth, When the value of market prices lets me give up my sanctuary I will not be able to stand much longer, My heart will break with the drumming chant of the blood pulse, My drum crying with my fallen tears, My hands being used for the good of restoration of my ecology, Here is my place among the first rays of morning, Here is the place of the living woods where a bird can be a jewel and a fox another fur on my track, Not all is as it seems but as it seems it is in its purity, In this land of pruned forestry all in a row straight as ducks, The pine succeeds in conquering the whole diversity, Sweet smells of sap covering our hands like blood.
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Date: Mon Apr 2, 2001
8:26 pm
Pluck me a million stars from the sky Give me the world in your eyes Promise me a bouquet of dreams Fill my crane purse with the beached bones And the tiniest of gemstones Sing me a song that will sway the Greenman timbers Give me a drum with a steady heartbeat This is what I ask of you Is it so much to offer these Or else give me your face And it will shine like the brilliant day When my eyes reflect the blue of sky And my fingers curl around your own Solitude broken in your eyes But welcomed companionship No this wolf has no pack Her howls are for the woods alone But all you have to do is ask And I will consider the trees that bend And try to find the harmony in our songs Can we walk the beach together Leaving tracks for the weather to wear While I can show you my purse to fill Of glittering gem and rock so rare Raw and simple they come from this earth Polished by the beating raptured waves And picked by my hand for some special day Daisy chains and yarrow floral circlets adorn my hair Dancing again near Superior shore Logs milled and sawn fallen by stormy lashes Raging to give us and strip me of my inner bark Leaving me my willow wands Long and sinewy they are the Goddess’s arm Art in nature’s form Sandpipers of joy why do you walk away from me Your tiny prints trailing to the distant horizon When a lone wolf ventures into new territory Seeking the new smells and markers of a way back home Campfire nights with a starry array I walk still on this silent prey Let me share the life of longing in my greenfire And by the hills we can watch the sunset Mirrors on the lake comes the final burst of day Piercing the clouds in the dimness From my purse I pour the stones Hold out your hand and you shall have my quarry The trumpet prize of glory While you take these and cup them near Find my own hands and reassure My grasp climbing the pine tree bark to the farthest branch If you follow my lead I will show you A place where the moon rises over waterfall Extended in her pale face on to the glistening lake Pinecones swinging from the limbs Dangling like my legs on brazen fall Leaping to my joy my sorrowful flight Owl hoots on this night Deep in woods calls the Greenman of the hart Sire staged and horned with the brass torc of ancient Careful place to step for any man Here white trilliums and lilies bloom Cornflower woman of this land seeks peace and respite from men’s hands Under the great hemlock trees where value of mine does Peregrine journey to find my rocky mountain scrape On my watchtower I wail Watching the slithering snake of river wind into green hillside And below this fire perch walks the doe who fauns The bear lumbering near the dew drop stands Secret lynx hidden in your domain stalking with your endangered pelt The moose who wolf craves to take down like in the old days goes no farther But only to pass into the deer lands My place beside a endless spance of water meeting sky Was sacred by the forest where unicorns still hide Recovered in a year of favorable winds My tracks led you deep into the shades of tree covered life Did you follow, did I deceive Where shall I find you again as I have lost the scent But yet I still wait and hot to catch you in the preserve My memory holds you here in this virginal land Far away from my untouched hands Where we can pluck a million stars together and put So we can spill them together uncursed Broken by the seal of leaping hearts and healed wounds Mended by the forest my memory holds.
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Date: Tue Mar 20, 2001
2:19 pm Subject: The Watchers By Autumn
This is how the finished version goes, I simply All at once I feel the spirits residing in me, Growing and teaching no more ignorance, Through years of listening to the wind, I have come to be the wind and respect its restless ways, Then as the wind died I found myself on the Lapping and wearing at the rock that bound my When the water dried and I became cloud again, I knew the heart of a bird on the wing, And I leapt into its being with the freedom of flight but the need for height, To dip and live with a foodless night, So with the bird's end came the cat, Stalking among the trees and waiting for the light, And when the cat was chased and scandalized, I became the dog mastered and petted by the warm hearth night, But dreaming of my wild ancestors who still howled my When I lay down for the long sleep I woke to find myself the hare, So gentle and dashing I became the fountain of others life, Ripe and promising with green fields I fed happily till my night, Then one day I awoke with the screaming birth, A child of man who learned the secrets of the earth My roots spread wide and flourished to watch another pass, Greeting the souls who were blessed with early human life And knew little of the ancestral path, I tuck my knowledge under my arm and spread my hands wide, Embracing my brothers and sisters with my own lifespan, Treating them as a love forever welcomed into the trees wide girth, As I branched out and found faces upon the leaves And I watched the bird fly free in the sky that was me, And I watched the rabbit run under the yellow sun, And I felt the cat climb in the branches so high, And I saw the dog chase the tail of folly, So I take them all in as I once was, As a warrior of peace and love in the truth laden And again I feel my soul leap free, Boundless in the unchained body, I at once feel myself rustle the branches, Stirring the greened leaves and sweeping the old, The color that flourishes in those last moments so brilliant to the eyes, My arms so infinite go out to gather those sweet souls and return them to the everlasting night, Where the land glistens with the dew and feeds itself upon the green shores, The waters lap and pound on the stone, The earth rises sharply offering flowers from the foam, The sea answers the call of the wind rippling over its Curling the crests with the spiral energies that So my soul travels over the lands full of sands rippled by the wind, Cracked by the heating sun and preserved for time immeasurable, It trickles slowly through the glass, I caress the bounty of the waters, Fish leap with the knowledge found there, Like angels they fly in the deep cold oceans of dark, Gliding sweeping the bottom with their opposite The eagle dashes at the sea catching his prey and His world ever lost and forgotten in the depths of the clouded sun, Eagle feasts and rests on the mountain ledges, Rearing the young on perilous wings, Thunder falls on the blue skies striking the king’s bells, Then I rise and begin again, Searching for the knowledge not forgotten, Searching the tree for the leaves faces, My soul rests again in the cranes neck, Wing sheltering the waters shadow, Standing like the reeds so tall and light, Whispering the red winged songs cackles and chants, Seeds float and dance and the waters become still in the boggy lands, Speared fish dance around the tall-legged feathers, My blue wings lift and take me to roost, Searching the waters by the moonlight and standing still as my great spear takes aim, The lining of the ospreys nest filled by my feathered kin, Bag of bones and secrets to fill my purse, So I am again lifted by the mans hand in pursuit of the stag’s life, And am now running along the rolling hills of chalk My horns mimic my tree ancestors, A bluff and charge given with my fight, My eyes so brown and clear with the scents of the forest near, So I come again to protect my hills, And I crash to the earth with the mighty bows, One arrow plucked from the heavens string, My restless soul to wander again, I lift and I rise and I choose to find a new life, Searching for the light of centuries among those to be birthed, Choosing my time for the lessons to be learned, Gleaming from them the ignorance that was once too bold, Changing my heart to learn the love so forgotten and cold, To give oath to the memories and covet the life for what it holds, As I stand a warrior among men, Of truth be told I am a sun’s ray dancing upon a cloudless night, The joy of a stag born on this first night, I am the crest of a wave churning the endless drumming And I am the crane, who lifts up into the moonless So I am filled with the knowledge of pain, and of No life goes without its anguish but some must only That can rise higher and higher till the mountain holds bar no more, Then can I sing the restless song and drum the ever-pounding waters, With my voice I become a singer and a seer, With my dreams I find the life so forgotten with my pain, And with my truths I call the spirits home, To forever fill the children with the light and the knowledge of my own. For I am the watcher, I am the singer, I am the dancer, I am the player, Of this drum, May I come to fill the sun forever with this And dance as a crown filled king among the heaven’s And witness the lessons and learn them to my hearts own beat, As blood filled rhythms told through the night, My hands reaching out to the leaves that rustle beside me, Keeping my palm outstretched to the winds touch, Sometimes it hugs and sometimes it lashes, But my soul will remain green until it's day, When the seasons come brown it and tint it with time, And then I can fall and sweep out from mine, The form searching again the spirit so whole, That ever lasting place of Avalon of old. |
Oak Memories
By Inion
Long ago when the place I now stand looked so very different, I was born. I smile now and remember
that day. As a tiny oak child, I did not know from where I came to be, only that I was. My beginning
was so like all beginnings. A tiny seed pushed deeply into the dark comfort of Mother's womb. Swaddled in
silence, I slept, dreaming.
Upon me I felt the first
caress of tender waking. Mother's kiss warmed me and the life inside me began to glow. Each tiny child
bears a soul song. The song of comfort and freedom. The
song that calls one home at the journey's end. My own song whispers to me now.
I felt below me the flowing blood of my Creator. I stretched and strained, reaching to embrace Her and be nourished at Her breast. My root, thin and frail found it's home within Her and I was filled with joy! Somewhat wearied in my efforts I longed to rest. Mother's sweet voice all around me, I knew only love.
Time as you know it had not long passed when I heard the Father's voice. My song, that which lived in every cell of me changed with His whisper. In perfect unison They sang to me. His voice in low and mellowing tones drew me to seek him. Again I stretched and pressed upward struggling tirelessly this birthing. His call unceasing, my efforts doubled with energy I did not know I possessed.
I felt the earth fall away above me and I
stopped, suddenly frightened. The breeze was cool and the
sensation made me tremble. Slowly I felt my first leaves begin to unfurl and it felt good. I breathed in the new
world and above me golden light split the clouds and poured upon me. The warmth and love flooded me and I
forgot my fears. I heard the Father laugh and welcome me into His presence.
The question of who I was to be was never asked. There was no need. I simply was. All around me were others who had come before. They murmured approvals and in their shadows I felt safe and sheltered.
That was my beginning and the lesson I learned then has never left me. I know that in simply being I have received the greatest gift of the Divine parents. I know that peace and acceptance as well as struggle and challenge come with their gift and that where ever we are in our life, the journey has only just begun.
~Inion (copyright 2001)
Date: Thu Aug 10, 2000
10:38 pm Subject: Willow's Gift By Autumn Watch me Mother as I take your limbs,Watch me bath you in the waters of the spring, Watch me give my self for your gifts, Watch me bend your boughs of life, Watch me make the life flow again in a perfect circle, Watch my thoughts dance with your beautiful gifts, Bending wills round and round they go, Catching spirits on the fly, Dream catcher - dream catcher, Such a gift, Of Mother Willow and moonlight above, Watch her gifts flourish in the night time winds, And share them with her children, Oh watch me Mother so I may make your circle strong, Hoops of love the energy I give, Oh watch me mother as I collect thy gifts. She is the gentle lady sweeping low, To embrace her child of earth Of sky and water she draws her roots, To dangle on the edge of two worlds, Entangling both in her sinewy limbs, I found spider one eve, Collecting from a sister, What luck have I, Every time spider whispers be gentle, And I will teach you my secrets, That of which ye already know, But I will bless your gifts of our Great Mother, And give it meaning, And so sad so few see it, And so I collect my mothers gifts in sadness, For I would to see her reach the sky, But she grows in strength of you and I, In our circles we create and the web, We weave to great Spider Woman above, How she shines down upon us with her brilliant love, Sleep well my child she whispers to the wind, As the feathers dangle in hear breath, Be well my child and I will protect you as you drift, Child of the willowy branches am I, Gathering her sweet scents a gift of health, And of sacred prayers, Be well my mother as I close my eyes, And thank you for the gift. |
Date: Sun Dec 3, 2000
1:13 am Subject: Mistletoe By Autumn Snow laden grounds still by nights chill breeze, fairy ring haze circles blow Walk the plain fields trim with winters harvest bed shimmering crystals white underfoot sparkle with high moon Each breath cyclical time with your heart sweet motion of stride destination to seek Gathering swiftness lest the hour be forgot Cape sweeps the snow into dusts behind you leaving no Shadows play and old reeds blow hollow tunes In the distance he stands waiting, gallant stallion -gallant steed, heir unbroken eyes that meet Take me to the giving tree, take me to the guardian Golden sickle beneath your robe shimmers for but an In moons quarter phase you simulate all that must be under moons cycle The season is nigh for the birch to burn and fire hearth to be kept But there is one gift left, one of desire and one of Deadly potions but weaver of love your duality grows Berries round must be carefully gathered, tree grows closer his shadow still waits under the moon Your breath quickens with sight of him and the mighty Gateway entered to sacred grounds you begin your Thrumming your sound to the four corners playing your Hair whipping in the wind as you release yourself from the hooded embrace You come under the limbs and begin to search the The third ray spied you, offer sweet blessing to prune with golden sickle the light of season The kiss stolen from tree of might, and bring it down over shadow night And he is there greeting you temptation, embracing you with arms so wide and taking the circular breath unto each other Spirit of time - Spirit of night - Spirit of wood and of glen lie your concubine under moonlight grounds held by earth and star under Arianrhods wheel When you finally release and break away to task of Mistletoe, how will you speak of this night now so dear To no ones ear ceremony done and tree nymphs listen for departure So round about they go working their magick may to create a new kiss for another day but be this season merry As one kiss has been stolen with sickle gold and oak |
Date: Tue Feb 27, 2001
2:37 pm Subject: Oak Sun By Autumn I got up this morning and wanted to scribble a few notes, The sun was perfectly placed on my old friend and I treasure it as the days go on, Fearing that the spring will bring lightning to her. Sunlight pours through the crystalline fields, Shards of stormy winds splintered off the old oak, Clouds roll back from nighttime cover, Rays bounce off the sturdy belly, First light pure as the dawn’s crest, Water pooled from thaw inside her breast, Warming the heart of a hollow friend, Acorns sail out of the root, Tiny boats on this pool now frozen into the sea, Leaf print so perfect and simple in icy snows, But there is no leaf, So I gather the spirit after a windy day, Limbs knocking on limbs, Drum of hallow life, Lonely sighs singing through the tree, Birthed waters seeping to the roots, As the sunlight pours through the fields, And
lights its old suns rays on the oak of a winter’s day. |
Date: Tue Feb 27, 2001
5:20 pm Subject: Oak Dreams By Autumn Oak dreams slumber in my heart, Acorns round fertility still unsprung, Growing full and rip to fall to our mother, Her feet heavy with love for the youth, Lightning quick silver flashes, And the sky is set asunder, Through the high beat, Rains and winds chant to seed, Acorn awareness strong in me, Prompted to plant your feet by mother’s, Limbs fall from her body, But the rain wakes me from oaken slumber, I stretch and grow under the last remaining shade, To come to hug my mother in this last breath, She takes me and passes on her years, History is unfurled with one mighty stroke, From the father’s sky where the sun does rise, Parting the heavens for the beam of light, When sun fills my veins, Channeling the leaf from the rain, Elemental spirits gather before us, As mother nourishes the grounds, I too grow from it and let her pass, Now given her simple passing, Waiting and swaying with the sun, Watching the hawks pass, And sheltering the lonely ones, Let my branches reach up into the sky, And my roots reach down to the water and earth, So shall be held within my triple birth, One day my seed will be ripe, To give the legend anon, And fuel the wee children within me. |
Date: Mon Feb 19, 2001
6:20 pm By Autumn My father is held within the dying tree, My calling is held within the dying tree, My heart beats for it, My legs are pulled to my chest, My body held as an infant, A circle flows inside me, No air flows through the walls, But one continuous breath is held; Given to my creator, The bark is rough but warm, An owl roost none dare disturb, Nighttime child with arms outstretched, My arms are that of the dying tree, My body is the bark that covers the dying tree, My feet are the roots of this dying tree, One grows towards the soil, Another grows towards the water, And the other grows towards the sun, I am whole inside this tree, There is a forest of me inside this tree, All around is the light that penetrates the branches, But patches of gray emerge and shelter me, From the stroke of dawn my brother calls to me, From beyond the woods, Waking me to greet and play with him, Take me from my father’s bones, Lain from deep within the trunks, Placed as a magick chamber to hide secret souls, Where one can be one and all will be all, So the creator flows through us and gives us love, My brother comes close teasing me from my home, He peeks his head into the hole, It is dark but he sees father’s bones, I take his hand outstretched, Emerging from the world of solitude, Listening to the birds that were music to my soul, Lulling me to a sleep within my fathers bones, So awaken me my brother and let the world call, In play and merriment fill us all, My skip my prance through the wood carries me from To be again the child of dreams we seek. |
Date: Wed Jan 24, 2001
11:19 pm Subject: Vine By Autumn The green tangled vine, Taking hold of my wrists, I surrender to fit, Sobbing an irreversible plea, To those that would listen, To those who would give me the world, To him that would give me the sky, Such insolent bravery, He would not see me do this, The power of wild vine my own, My own detriment, My own peril, So I keep the vine to hold me, Let me wrap that cocoon around me, My veiled greenery shunning me from emptiness outside, Giving me a placid sleep, A false awakening to the stirrings of the forest, And so these vines curl and wrap slow in time, But massive in amount, Weaving me a new skin, Holding my lofty soul down, Tiny pink flowers grow on my butterfly soul, Welcoming sweet trumpeting hummers, Bringing steadfast workers of the queen, Offering a lullaby, Giving sweet nectar, Receiving the pollen from another far off cocoon, Flowering vines soon give way to the seed, Of tree so small it is but a sapling, But the vine still rendering strength, To this lowly begotten tree, Leaves begin to grow on green roots, Digging deep into the earth, Finding the seasons rains tapping on my outstretched arms, Percolating down into the root, Giving of deep black soil the needs met by me, And still the bees thrive and visit, Caterpillars still cocoon in my soul, But grow translucent, My shade harboring multitudes of birds, Singing about the day I listen patiently, Then one comes to sit on my arms, Asking how high the wind is, And in the space of moments slow awareness grows, Child no more, Sapling grows into the mighty renowned, One of the many in the forest, But I look to see the changes to my friends the vine, And see vine no longer betangling my wraith soul, All around me stands open field, And I am the lone oak, With redtail perched on my branches, Asking about the wind, I begin to answer slowly, As my branches finally begin to sway, And feel the sun seep through my leaves, Revel in the knock that stirred me, Rapped thrice on my rough body, And below me stands the great stag, With horns of great spread he could be akin to me, And I know we are, He lies beneath this space I know offer, In his own sweet slumber, My awareness dims and I watch the clouds pass by, Making rabbits and birds out of the sky, And knowing that I am who I am, And to change me and not give vine, Of this nectar would not come wine. |
Date: Tue Oct 24, 2000
11:30 am Subject: Voices of Wood By Autumn
The voices of the woods unfold as sweet scents of Listen to the branches sway and discover the magick of autumn all around you for winter soon approaches with its chill frost and snowy thoughts of dormancy and rest, The spirit world opens its gates to a new year and the haunts rush their words before the veil closes with the fallen leaves. |
Date: Sun Oct 15, 2000
2:29 am Subject: Token trees Why do we let the wild trees suffer the pains of In taming our forests we tame and civilize our hearts, with
tokens of that departure to not be forgotten but instead allowed to grow
so close to our These pains of injustice do not occur to many, we grow Turning its season, growing ring by ring, branches outstretched to reach the sky and tangled roots buried deep into the earth. But instead of the jagged edge of a natural tare by wind, we find saw. So neatly biting we know it must not be the ferocity of a cutting wind but instead controlled and concise in a human dominance. If the tree should ever threaten the home and hearth may the great spirit take her, because this token love of the wildness will be lost. Measure the tree by its board, and sized up and prized no more. A token tree is not valued as highly in its death, because only the wildwood does not harbor the the forces man seeks to control. With spikes and chains and saws that bite, so too will Watch the trees and look for yourself, see the girdle of the wildwood so skinny and compare. Why do we let the pains of injustice strike that the |
From:
"soven42" <soven42@yahoo.com> Date: Sun Jun 30, 2002 11:45 pm Subject: Just A Tree
Standing on a stump, |
Date: Fri Sep 1, 2000
6:22 pm Subject: willow talk By Autumn I stand and contemplate my actions, my last filled memories of the willow time, where slow breezes sway my mind but blow quick, one last taking, one last giving, one last bending, give thanks to the Mother for all she hath given me, and sadness set in my mind, how we do take but in the taking I hope that she knows my spirit, and if not for those whom make the the web with ignorance, I will say it for them, thank you Mother for your willow time, crow soars on above my head, cawing me to harken her glides with as do the right and take one last time, a look at my great mother her seed her progeny given to and I say grow strong grow tall, for in my absence I know you must take root, and listen to the dreams that you have given, and I had helped make the sweet feather blow. |
Oak-Soul By Sean Burrows I’ve known the warlock I’ve known the witch I’ve known the Christian The temptress The priest I’ve known the wise-man The human The fool The man in the gutter The man born to rule I am oak-soul , painter of word Sculptor of sweet song , lover of wood I am oak-soul , made whole by a heart I’ve run with Ephona Heard Macha spake curse I’ve laughed at the satire Poured mead on his thirst I am oak-soul , artist of rhyme Player of story , taster of time I am oak-soul , cryer of tear I have drunk from the Cup of Cernunnos Broke bread with the Dagda and Pan I’ve danced with fair Morgan Felt love with both hands And I’ve sat in the stillness Neath pale willow light Under the old tree Deep out of sight I am oak-soul – I am worker of magic…. |
Ag damhsa leis an Mhorrigu Oak,
Ash and Thorn Oak,
Ash and Thorn Oak,
ash and Thorn….. Agus
ansin - ansin thainig an Mhorrigu….. Thainig
na faeries Agus
na waves on ocean Thainig
an fir-bolg too Agus
an sidhe Gach
duine on everywhere came… Ach
thainig an Mhorrigu, thainig an Mhorrigu Oak,
Ash and Thorn OaK,
Ash and Thorn You’ve
thrown it all away my friends You’ve
thrown it all away Oak,
Ash and Thorn You’ve
thrown it all away…. You’ve
slane our stag my friend Our
wild mountain goat A
white rose at midnight For
the wolf at your throat With
Anu at dawn Agus
Macha to right Badb
behind me An
Dagda go cle Agus
eye at the centre Eye
- at the centre Thorn,
Ash and Oak I
call for your help Thorn,
Ash and Oak Thorn,
Ash and Oak I
call for your help Thorn,
Ash and Oak Thorn,
Ash and Oak Thorn,
Ash and Oak
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Date:
Fri Feb 9, 2001 9:55 pm Subject: memories of green By Autumn In the small time, I have come full circle, teaching myself lessons, that were thought lost, giving me a name to call, a crux to lie upon, a feverous fire to burn in, and a gift for the visions, a place to call truth, in otherwise visionary ghosts, and i have come to claim, my innermost being, wandering on some forgotten road, but no less happy, for the grass grows thick, a wavy bed of green, stirring my being, clawing and rooting for the soil, to feed and nourish my beast, to let me rest on soft covers, under a blanket of light, and to offer me a haven, world that is mine, with endless changes, so stirs the grass with the breeze, so stirs my heart with the winds, and i look to the puffs overhead, how the changes pass quickly, this great teacher, this honorable guide, nature's splendor cradles my live, so i plant my being and wave to the wind, smelling green hints of beauty, and so my mind sparks, to the summer that always glows, from this frozen season to the flowers that grow, waiting for that first thaw, that will yield prophecy, under return of the new born soul, that grows and wavers under watery dream, of fields filled with plenty, and hearty laughter that stirs the wind chimes bells, growing and shaping the puffed white clouds overhead, giving innocent eyes the land that still runs free, careless times that abound in vivid pictures, growing into a tender flame that burns under the suns feeding the child that pulls up a silver of green, to see the intricate cycle that approaches, this youth supreme and innocent as the springs leaves, grows full with each passing moment of the knowledge of the world, and the blue eyes ever filled in adulthood with the same truths, but once lost has been found in a span of mere moments, of remembrance of the blades of grass that wavered tall, and the blue skies that calmed, giving truths that lay untold for centuries of youth, each memory lies the same as the first discovery of the soften bedded ecosystems, butterflies but simple dwellers to a magic time, in each persons memory, serving as but a enchantress and a trigger, to this secret time, to live among both worlds at but one time without being lost, is a memory for us all, and so we give into the simple pleasures, as to when men give and are free to simple
folly of |
Date: Tue Feb 13, 2001
5:38 pm Subject: Pine Whispers By Autumn
Just a simple poem that occurred to me looking at Ancient pines whisper to me, Their green fires never dying, Shaded mystery standing tall, There is never just one, You grow in numbers, You grow in strength, Let me whisper to you my thanks, Let me knock on your door, Make you speak the silent chorus, Watchful timbers pointed green, Given to my eyes a beautiful forest of green, Snow falls below your branches, Gathering to be hidden from the sun, So you may remain there when the thaw begins, And rest easy under your gentle friend, The soil grows dark in your roots, So deep you tunnel your heart, You should give your life towards this strength, Rings given in quick growth but slow as your time grows, Large ancient alone in a forest of youth, Seeds spurt up beside you, Smiling deep you hope to see the others not lost, One by one you become alone, Your valued feet spread into the earth, The young wait for a time when the saw will come, But you wait for a time when the love will come, To let your timbers again feel the wind without dread, To give rain a chance to purify these old souls, Rising high you point to the mother that still lives, A circle envelopes your very being and you radiate it upwards, Letting the world know your presence, Let us give our thanks for such trees, For they are few are far in number, But yet they still must grow in seclusion, Among out ornaments and greed, Let me knock thrice on your chord, Let me knock thrice on your wood, Let me give you the hope of an ancient, To whisper among your blessed sisters, The name of the pine timber among men, Let me wake to your towering green presence, In it holds the years forgotten, In it holds a small pulse of life that remains undaunted, Do not pray as the young generation, For the death that will come and is sure, But instead think as a seed again, Only to grow up and out to find the sun, And I will be there to feel your purpose, And I will be there to give you a new, A home in a life full of friends, Where snow may lie in secret under shade, Where animal may burrow to find shelter, And where the earth grows rich and dark in your soil, Let me be fed as the earth by your purpose to live, To breath clean air with your respiration, To take deep the breath that you offer, Cone seed splendor let this pass and give this to generations everlasting, And to give a love to the pine forgotten to man’s |
Nemetona's Grove
By Sean Burrows
The fallen oak becomes driftwood . Sitting by the shore , the lightening flash that felled it reveals its hollowed core.. And as he woke from slumber The once mighty oak lay prone. The vision hovering over him asked a simple question ‘Ce thusa ?’ she said ‘Is mise Oisin . Ce thusa ??’ said the oak ‘I am Nemetona, keeper of the grove , you’ve told me your name , now answer the question Oisin - Ce thusa ? Ce thusa ??’ ‘I am Oisin , I am draoi , I am bard , I am fallen , can you heal me ?’ ‘I can’ said Nemetona ‘for I am love, can you heal yourself ??’ ‘I can try- I am still breathing, I still have life, I have still power- no matter how small a spark endures I have still love for myself and for this world and this life-can you fan these embers ?? ‘ ‘I can – I can be still and listen watch and learn and I will show you how- be still and trust…. And healing will come Love will come Trust will come’ ‘I may have had my roots torn out, been ripped from the ground . But I have much to see- much to be… I am not diminished I am only changed My substance is still I will drift the seas Rest on foreign shores… I will be whittled , hewn and shaped by element, will and hand – Become cup , wand , staff and disk… Decoration for the eye , Utensil for the soul And all I have seen will pass unto you- I will always be here , I will always be whole – I am draoi , I am oak , I am eternal soul That which is truly alive’
Collections submitted to Autumn Magick and published with permission
by members who care deeply for this Earth and the spirit of the trees hidden in our lives.
Copyright June 2002