Mother earth’s frequency
heartbeat of a drum
awaken soul memories
using ancient tradition
recall earlier time
simplicity of beliefs
every living being carries a song within
use the drums to release
magical musical melodies
consecrate sacred space
musical ritual
protect peaceful place
detect
accept
connect
song of reverence
shake, rattle, drum
Mother earth’s frequency
da – dum
da – dum
da – dum
(internet photo)
moon rattle in my palm
acoustic spirit world connector
blend of natural elements and mystical belief
smooth white mollusk
encircled by brown striations
symphonic blend
crustacean style Sydney opera house
perfect to capture the roar and applause of the sea
to echo and amplify beach pebbles that
tumble and jump over each other within
browns and white whorl to a creamy point
milky way thoughts of origin
time and distance transcended
soulful continuity
the rattle contains energy
mystery
a reminder of celestial guidance
sun and moon drawing forth emotion
a vision of waves washing over
gently
swaying
caressing to and fro
crashing
pulling
spewing foam in a stormy moment
mimicking the ebb and flow of life
taut deer hide
sandpaper rough
tanned creamy white
encloses the operatic opening
captures vibrations
magnifies their song
an intuitive stroke paints the leather
a coppery swirl of motion
rises
bends
folds itself around
a yin yang symbol
twin fish
balanced
spooning each other
their bright red eyes
seeing beyond the palm of my hand
see my soul
see the universe
ready to carry my artful prayers
rattle vibrations
heavenward
(image credit: Njuguna)
The world is my oyster
waiting
pacing in nervous anticipation
All is ready
to burst in glorious colors
raucous symphony
Seams are taut
stretching in excitement
doors bulging with opportunity
Creativity has arrived
Smile is broad
wide
grin is captivating
twinkle in eye
cannot be denied
This is my reality
my excitement
my joyful ammunition
(internet photo)
Mother Earth watches
waits
silently
patiently
waits
As her resources are pilfered
exploited
by petulant children
who think they are the highest form
evolution’s best
She shudders
as she lumbers along
waits
her energy gathering
until the time
when the children
must be taken to task
for their actions
(image credit: Ghislain Bonneau)
Mother tongue
the thought permeates my being
a language shared by all
emotions infuse me
a kaleidoscope of swirling
colors and images
visible
but just outside comprehension
sounds audible
but indistinguishable
shadows
excitement
to be reconnected
understood
buoyed
on the brink of something
forgotten
bold as time
a lost language
ours to claim
I dreamt I was
walking a path
full of mazes and illusions
twists and turns forking in alternate directions
temptations to wander and explore
I met a wizard
a small man with white hair
a wizened face full of wrinkles
that gave witness to the passage of time
yet his dark eyes still held
a boyish look, an impish playful twinkle
He seemed to be holding a secret
he was bursting to tell
I could not continue
along this strange path
without having to go around
this little man
He spoke
voice level gentle soft but earnest
No one comes to me unless called
I thought it was an illusion
I had heard no call
but as I attempted to pass
one hand went up
fingers pointing to the sky
A beautiful book appeared
filigreed cover glowing
with swirls of blue and green and gold
moving like flowing water
Next the cover looked
like a glorious peacock feather
with the eye of the feather staring directly at me
The timeless druid
asked me to write
I had no pen
but my thoughts went to the parchment
as the book unfolded before me
words leapt from my mind
to the waiting page
they danced and twirled and spun
beautiful pirouettes
a ballet of ideas and fantasy
I giggled as I orchestrated
this lovely performance of words
not sure how it was happening
but grateful for the wizard’s magic
his guiding slight of hand
allowing me a glimpse of creativity at play
with reverence I gently closed the magical book
The wizard had been watching
this sublime act
so his words upon acceptance of the book
were completely unexpected
Don’t eat crackers
When this comment was met by my stunned silence
he continued saying
the meaning of the words would be clear to those
needing to hear them
It was a strange dream
(image credit: http://www.greenprophet.com)
Moon rises over city
a glowing lantern
silent symbol of graceful timelessness
She has not forgotten
her busy children
Quietly following an ancient path
she winks and shines
sees sorrow and joy
trials and tribulations
life passing through ups and downs
She offers a gentle reminder
even dark night
has its time
for glorious light
A storm is brewing
dark clouds swirl
eddies in the sky
roiling whirlpools
Thunder rumbles
ominous portent of danger
Morgan and Michael stand on a hilltop
Morgan’s long hair billows
her face a picture of steely determination
Michael stands tall beside her
resolve on his face unmistakable
his sword tip down to the ground
hand on hilt
battle ready
the blade flashes and gleams
reflecting lightening energy flashes
Their presence calms
those who have heard
the enemy horn
call to war
(photo credit: rogueverbumancer.com)
The shadow of the Crone
tainted my day
Her cloak trailed
reluctantly behind her
as she slowly crossed my path,
full of compassion
for those the shadow would touch
Messages of death
collided
in their haste to be announced first
I eyed the hag warily
ugly messenger delivering ugly messages
but she continued on her way
unfazed
oblivious
to the turmoil
her news brought to my life
We enter the world knowing
we must leave one day
but somehow in our pursuit of life
this knowledge is lost
we approach return passage
with trepidation
or fear
One of the calls
announced the departure
of my Godmother
not a fairy like Cinderella’s
but a beautiful woman who
wove magic
into memories
especially from my childhood
“Tonnie” was another graceful soul
in my life for the briefest moment
a treasured friend and cousin
of my mother in law
When we met
it was as though I belonged no where else
I feel fortunate to have known them
for this brief time
Their sudden entry and exit from my world
leaves me reeling
wondering about the ways of the netherworld
what deals have been made
and are exacted when we least expect
Crone recalling what was once hers
hag doing her dirty work
Life is truly
“the blink of an eye”
I met with an angel
tea and cookies in a simple kitchen
made divine by her glorious light
With gratitude my heart sang
soaring octaves in this blessed atmosphere
I chattered and babbled
spilling all that had been held inside
as one would who has been injected with a truth serum
This heavenly being listened
nodded and smiled her celestial smile
I was filled with peace and tranquility
enthusiasm and energy to last a long time
Thank you dear soul messenger
for sharing tea with me
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