Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Honor thy mother and thy father.

wanting to let this turn into whatever
needs to be said
aloud
to myself
anything

i was just thinking about all this poetry
and thinking of the steel guitar
and raw.tinshed.voices

what would i write if i knew no one was reading?
like i used to
stacks and stacks of journals and notebooks and sketchpads
i know the magic of these musings
oh the force in the absolute love i feel for these experiences

Lughnassadh (loo-nah-sah) is near

i have found my soul a resting place in this new ecstatic tradition

moon love and lore, grounding power and a divine mother
trust
ancient nectar

to find a whole set of new ideas concerning something that feels so organic to me has been shifting
and oh i am on the cusp
so much learning
but i know in my spirit
that i need this
i need practice and connecting and honoring and gratitude
i want ritual and understanding of nature and magickal properties and herbs and symbols and archetypes
i want to light some candles and sit at an altar
talismans and joyfully infused parchment paper
blessings
wood bowls filled with salt and water for purification
makeshift statues
and art that swallows me up
whole
raising energy
i want to honor the elements and mysteries
yes
the divine in everything
never beginning for a moment to believe that you understand someone else's
path
journey
process
evolution
life
voice or universal spirit
if you can feel that goodness in you 
striving for absolute peace and love and compassion
is this not god?
speaking your language
guiding you into destino

maiden.mother.crone.
waxing.full.waning.



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