mercredi 15 février 2012

Frozen World

Frozen World Frost with frenzied breath Holds in his firm iron fist Earth, sky and water And my soul The lake lies still Like a magical mirror Frosted with flakes of snow Deep silence Fields of frozen silver Grass in grey armour Brazen bushes Tin coloured trees River and stream stopped running Phantastic figures Border on banks Sit on stones A sky of polished silver Clouds cling to clouds A sun of molten lead Hangs low My soul is still Held by a heavy chain Of frost and fear And cold Will She Come?

mercredi 25 janvier 2012

want.. need... desire...

Meditation: The Longing I want... I need... I desire... I want to live fully. I want to love fully. I need to break out of conventions and the prison built around me. I need to take responsibility for my beliefs, my faith, my life! I want to quit my job and start writing and travelling. I want to grow fruit and vegetables and live by the land I own. I want my children to grow up honourable, free human beings. I want to love my husband as he deserves to be loved. I want to love my children as they deserve to be loved. I need to earn money in order to live. I need a lot less than I spend. I want to celebrate the seasons with people of all confessions. I want to connect with people from all sorts of backgrounds. I want to be open and honest, upright and straight. I want to bring healing and comfort to people who need that. I need to accept my shortcomings. I need to learn so much. I desire to be a Ceile De. I desire to enter the mystery and touch the face of the Beloved. I want to lose control, give up control. I need to losen up those muscles that knot since yesterday. I need to understand that they express my underlying sentiments, ever since I took notice of them yesterday.


Lifting A burden on my shoulders Where does it come from? Why is it there? When will it lift? Dark Heavy Seeping into my soul Leaden Stifling Weighing me down Fog on the mountains Where does it come from? Why is it there? When will it lift? Grey Heavy Seeping into my soul Whispy Tender Pushing me gently Wind in the tree tops Where does it come from? Why is it there? When will it turn? Invisible Strong Blowing into my soul Cold Envigorating Stirring my blood Waves on the ocean Where do they come from? Why are they here? What is their song? Blue Green Seeping into my soul Foamy Thundering Washing my heart Change is on its way Can you smell it? Can you taste it? The fog The wind The waves` Whisper Change

jeudi 23 juin 2011


Tiny flowers shaped as stars
Gazing gracefully at the sky
Rough ears of rye
Rocking rythmically in the breeze
Calming cammomile
Fuzzy faces smiling upwards

Forget-me-nots floating fearfully
On blue grass, green moss
Bluebells waving boldly
At pale cumulus clouds
Lavish ladyfinger shines lilac
Beautiful to behold, deadly though

Mellow meadowsweet merging
Into white wild grass
Diffusing delicately
Appetizing aromas into the air
Heavenly scented honeysuckle
Winds white finger round fences

Succulent strawberries stir
Sweet memories of mother
Red currants render flavour
To joyfully juicy jam
Rubyred roses blush boldly
Protected by thick thorns

Pale, powerful, potent, pungent
Deep, dark, dormant, dreamy
Brilliant, bright, blueish, bold
Gorgeous grass, growing wildly
Brightly hued birch leaves beckon
To the green sun in the great sky

Shiny beech bark
Smooth and soft to the touch
Potent Phagos of the fair foreigner
Bringing bright gifts to the gods
Tawny tiny nuts hidden in thorns
Nourishing shy sojourners in need

The Sun shines warmly
Summer seems so strong
Yet secretly, stealthily, stubbornly
The Dark has come

Let us revel in the heat
Recognize, though, reverently
Dark and light as One
In the depth of the heart

vendredi 13 mai 2011


Emptiness inside
Under the surface despair
Orange flames licking at my soul
Heat devouring my brain

A knot in my stomach
Heart heavy as lead
Hands crushing my windpipe
Eyes can't focus

Breath comes in bursts
Thoughts race through my head
Tear well in my eyes
All is dark, all is bleak

Now I have to choose

samedi 5 mars 2011



Dark green leaves
Not quite what they seem
My soul to retrieve
I enter a dream

Deep red berries
Full of Sweetness yet hidden
Food of the faeries
Strong poison in the middle

Flaky bark, hues of brown
Strong arms touch the sun
In the woods, in any town
Your voice invokes calm

What is your song?
What is your tale?
Old, ever young
Wisdom's grail


Where do I go from here?

Walking in the dark woods
Searching for the secret path
Feeling my way forward
Deep doubts, heavy hesitation
And a turbulent trust in life

No clear conviction
Many queries, many questions
Sometimes high, sometimes low
Instinctive insights
Sun, moon and stars as guides

Towering trees to indicate east
Grass grows beneath my feet
Your hushed voice in my heart
A glimmer of green - hope
A sliver of silver - joy
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