Nature Poems

we are modulated beings a narrow bandwidth of frequency is our perceived reality limited to maximize physical existence utility we cannot 5 sense other consciousness flowing around us as like water and air the static between tuned stations we skip through holds much information Blake's grain of sand a key to unlock a window waiting to be opened that once seen is a mind boggling view

enfold between sea and sky water well and dragon fire Brighids 3 and maidens 9 Ceridwen knows reality lies somewhere between Mephisto’s glare and the Cheshire cat’s fading smile

in between what is and what ought to be i float on the Sargasso Sea listening with Van Gogh’s ear to thoughts too deep for tears. i ask Her: who am I? to seek the dying gods, to breathe another’s breath, to be the dew, the fallen leaf, a footprint in the sand washed by the sea. She whispers: gently sleep, close your eyes — you will never be old to me. love flows from my river. you will always be he lays down his sword, walks past the Maiden, back into the mouth of the dragon

a time of silence Ogma does not speak. Sophia sings through leaves babbling water scent of pine snarls and blood of birth and feeding i am here this river flows into my navel many channels and deep memories of rain and tears dancing along the lifeline of Chiron’s hand this ridge along the milky river i am here Miach in Airmed’s care cruithear

Filled with water and life This planet thrives with might They call it blue for its water I call it blue as it gets hotter What will prevail is a question for all But cant we agree to keep this planet strong?

storm is blowin’ hard rain lashes wind sings through the branches a wolf’s lullaby makes for heavy eyes under canvas dream ascends my face is bark and leaves my feet padded pupils separate to become 3 horns burst from my head cycle of death and life circulate in my heart i run in search of You chasing memories old listening to distant howls following an ancient Path calling me home

there is elegance in simplicity the grace of silence a gentle prayer for what is becoming from what is present a depth of distance beckons me to walk across the meadows streams, forest immersed in non-solitude experience existence seeking what has yet to be but always becoming like seeing starlight from a long dead sun speckling through the canopy diamonds glinting off shiny leaves there is solace here

let sleep not take me from this journey as i sit out i am observed as i observe my presence a humble intention to watch, to listen, to learn axis mundi branches extended as above: so below as within; so without fingers as leaves interweaved

i found her sitting under an apple tree staring at irises and daffodils thinking do i pluck them for her or leave them to grow they hope to live to be just like me as i sit next to her under the apple tree a gift of shared presence meadow flowers, her beauty and love

the dark between the stars a moat surrounding the castle of glass wrapping the architecture of cosmology from the cradle to the Western sea Axis Mundi this celestial tree roots below branches and leaves above me holds us firm within the strength of oak and ash as we perceive and live our place within the Wheel turning turning the colours of the wind our guide to the line of sea and sky a mystic’s imagination wind and salt sea spray the falcon circles