Dirty Little Secrets

Water of Life
may She rain down on me
fill my Spirit with wisdom
great Pearls of the sea

Water of Life
sings Her song on the shore
between Earth and the OtherWorld
She opens the door

Water of Life
shining light of the Sea
She enlightens my Spirit
Dé Danaan memory

Water of Life
She can open Our eyes
Danu is Our Mother
and She is so wise.

Nothing in the world
is as soft, as weak,
as Water.

Nothing else can wear away
the hard, the strong,
and remain unaltered.

Soft overcomes hard,
weak overcomes strong,
everybody knows it
nobody uses the knowledge.

What is softest in this world
rushes and runs over
what is hardest in this world.
This is the Way of Water.

(based on readings of the Tao Te Ching)

Reality dissolves in a
magick light
It shape shifts in the morning mist
Shining Bright

We stand alone but never lonely
Forests green
Giants of an Age in their prime
What a scene!

Aspen shaking in smallest breeze
It shivers
The Willow hangs her branches down
By rivers

Cedar, spruce, pine, tamarack too
Evergreen
Maple, oak, hazel, magick yew
Seldom seen

The giants of the world live on
In our Time
They sing a song of creation
Hear it rhyme

In wreathed boughs the wind is whisp’ring
An Old Tune
Awakening the Ancestors
Coming soon

You can know the false from Truthful
Best of all
Even trees love the colors
In the Fall

So we gather nuts of wisdom
Tempest-proof
While the Great Oak shelters us
‘Neath its roof

Stand alone in Celtic Twilight
If you dare
Seek to bring the Ancient ways back
Feel it There

Something from a distance
whispered softly
among the rustling leaves.

Maybe it was the voice
of Gaia, great Green Mother
attired in oceanic jewels.

Maybe it was the voice
of the Ancestors,
wisdom muffled by age,

carried by winds
like a fragrance, drifting.
Something started my soul,

this voice is soft, sweet,
like an echo of endless waves
moving into the empty distance.

Someone, somewhere,
waits,
singing of their desire.

The Song drifts into my woods,
my roots, my lost heart,
awakening my dreams.

Giants still stand
in their native land
on the Green Isles

Approach Them slow
you soon will know
Their ancient smiles

Their bodies stone
not flesh and bone
unlike you and me

My fingertips
trace ancient lips
gifted memory

Dreams of Old
within the fold
of modern Gael brain

Once we were here
life without fear
and here we will remain

I trace triskele
remember well
the Spiral of the Three

Giants in rings
Their music sings
deeply within me

On hilltops high
Land, Sea, and Sky
connect the Three to me.

the memory of you emerges from the night,
and the rain mingles with my tears,
deserted as the stars at dawn,

in you my wars and my battles accumulated,
from you the wings of the Raven rose,
in the childhood of mist, my soul,
winged and wounded,
the dawn’s sadness stunned me, girdled with sorrow,

oh, my love, woman whom I love and lost
here in grief and in ruins, I raise my song to you,

mingling my stubborn lament with the surging sea,
swallowing everything like time, like distance,
the infinite oblivion shatters my soul,

There is the black silent solitude of the stars
in terrible sorrow I could not express,
and the word scarcely begun on my lips,

it is the hard cold hour, deserted like the piers at dawn,
only the shadows twist in my soul,

there is only your glance against so much emptiness,

and my song falls in the darkness, as rain to the sea,
it matters that I could not keep my wars and battles from you,
the past goes on…

falling in a tangle of blood and tears.

For Ériu, who gave her name and all She is to Ireland.