Circle Walking

Circle walking around today
In the Daoist Bagua way

I firstly start breathing to refresh my qi
Then start to feel the Dao within me

Hands up high to hold the Heavens above
Walking around feeling a Lightness and a Love

Then move my hands in front and down below
Making the movement of the Earth as I go

Then one hand before and one behind me
As I spin around to make the energy of Wind qi

Now to push my hands out from my chest
I hold away the Thunder and try my best

Next I turn and coil to pour Fire qi out
Filling my Sacred Circle, to me that's what it's about

Then I turn into to the movement of Water's flow
I practise a spear throwing action, throw the qi where it will go

Next Mountain hands cupping up towards my face
Walking around this Circle with a 'stillness' and a grace

Lake element is the last of this IChing pack
With both my arms stretched outwards I calmly walk back

Solstice 2012

We were blessed this winter solstice morn
The sun was up and shining at dawn

We met down the bottom at the foot of the hill
All fresh faced, excited and joyful feeling the thrill

Up a slippery slope we trudged and climbed
Dogs racing round us
Voices rang out in an excitable chime

Over the Down to the Circles we did go
The lady to put up our sacred space was Jo

Then we walked into the centre to place down our gear
And got ready to celebrate this important Solstice of 2012 year

Then Nicola said ' I want to circle walk'
So an impromptu lesson was given
We were eager to be taught

A beautiful energy was raised
as we walked the circles round
The eight elements were praised
As we directed Qi from sky to deep in the ground

Each movement felt different
As we raised a beautiful Qi
Then the time was checked
It was the winter solstice exactly

We stood in the circle and directed healing flow
To this new golden age wherever it needed to go

Then it was time to go to the tree for fun and photos with friends and my 'soulful family'

To my very beautiful soul sisters and their kin, much love to you this holiday season see you at summer solstice!

The Throne of Guns

After Mozambique's bloody civil war
The country was well and truly torn

The Portuguese had just left
Leaving the peoples and land bereft

A Marxist Government was then formed
White South Africa and Rhodesia had been warned

Then the weapons were flooded in
To set ppl fighting and make a terrible din

For 10 years the factions fought it out
Kids with guns to scream and shout

This ravaged nation could not go on
Self respect, love and unity had gone

The last 10 years has been a success
Mozambique is now revealing it is an African treasure chest

It is the most successful land in a post colonial age
No more do the ppl fight and rage

And after this bloody war did stop
What to do with all gun stocks?

Then a priestly idea was had
One that would make the people glad

An idea to decommission all guns of dread
To make a peaceful throne to remind people instead

A throne where no one is meant to sit
Peace and reconciliation, the chair will do its bit

Now this peaceful throne is a reminder to
Love their neighbour and not split the land in two.

( inspired by the Radio 4 show - the history of the world in 100 objects. I remembered visiting this country in the early 90's to take money across the boarder for a south african bank. Maputo was a city of shelled out buildings with bomb craters in the middle of the streets and starving children with limbs blown off by landlines along with the displaced foreign mercenaries it was a wild tragic place. The locals however were Soo friendly and the beaches were picture postcards. I enjoyed my visit very much and have watched this new country's progression)

Terracotta Warriors

Made for the Emperor of the Qin
To the West we guard the tomb within

Another army to the east
16,000 of us - at least

From the 3rd century BC
We have stood here in perfect harmony

Modelled upon His army above
We have been fashioned out of respect and love

Made for our Emperor's every need
His death brought about by his very own greed

For the elixir of Immortal Life was sought
As was the fashion of the Chinese court

Toxic fluids were swallowed down
Gold was particularly potent
Not for a crown

And now we stand in these three pits
More lie undiscovered with fine funery bits

Chariots, weapons, many supplies
Acrobats, musicians and concubines

Over 1000 horses , stone armour, weapons still so sharp
Buried there within the dark

Guarding The Emperor for all time
I stand forever in this line.


Inspired by listening to a historic radio program

Never To Leave You

After a winter frozen in death
Comes Life's new reborn breath

My tears are the rain
To wash away pain

My new life begins to grow
As new shoots peep up through snow

Soft breath is the breeze that brushes your cheek in spring
Feel my love in the air as I sing

My eyes sparkle in the morning dew
Giving moisture and life anew

My strands of hair are cobwebs glistening in early morning sun
Connecting the Everything to the One

I call to you on the wind and play with your name
Feel my undying love, it is just the same

I am the sun as it dances high
In it's giant ark across the sky

I am the bright new leaves which spring forthe from twigs bare
I am also on the tree roots - those tiny little hairs

As you lay on the grass know that I am always there
For my love and my essence are everywhere

At the end only the beauty of the land remains
But my love and memories will always stay the same.

Into the Belly of The Mother

I crawl in to take cover
Within the womb of The Mother

Deep within Her folds and creases
I scrabble along the floor cross broken pieces

Into The Mother I crawl below
Carrying my colours as I do go

The Shaman's journey I will undertake
Offerings I go to make

Deep into The Mother I do go
Down and down and down below

Into Her womb I descend
Into a great big cavern at the very far end

I open my pouche upon the ground
Light a torch with to look around

Others came before me to this place
Painted with Spirit - a hand, a horse, a face

I snuff my torch out now it's dark

Spirit will guide me to make my mark

I pick a place upon the wall
Position myself and start to call

Starting to sing,keen, move into trance
Feeling Her heartbeat , feeling Her dance

Visions in darkness appear in my head
I spit on my colours, mix with finger
Paint the sun ochre red

Then my spirit is taken away
And with my colours I start to play

I spit, I dab, use a twig and leaf
Paint the hunt and the hunted
Stars up above
The cavern deep beneath

At last The Breath doth leaveth me
I light another torch with which to see

Now there are stories left forever for you to find
To wonder about early man and what was in our minds.

Sirius Rising

Out walking on the beach at night
I notice a white,red and blue flashing light
Blinking at me it was soo clear
Calling to me in winter, this time of year

This shining brightness is Canis Major's mouth
Sirius - The Dog Star is duly South
and to the east  of Orion's belt
It's Egyptian energy I know I felt

I have a feeling about this place
The amphibious beings are it's race
We're told by the Dogon that they came here
In their  three legged space craft at this time of year

Is this about to happen again
When the sea's arise
Will we see amphibious men?

As the Galactic Alignment 2012 draws near
I do not worry I do not fear
For our brothers are welcome from afar
As long as they bring peace, love and do not mar 

It is The Glowing Sorcerer  to the Greeks in the sky
To the Chinese it is the Celestial Wolf  as he wanders by
To the Indians it is Vishnu's Blue Light
That shines so brightly through the night
To the Zorosta it was amphibious men
Who will come to walk these lands again

And to the Hopis it heralds the emergence of  the Fifth  Golden Age
But will it create storms, and earthquakes will solar flares rage?
To Cherokee it is the "path of the souls'
Who walk the land as it gets cold

So the next time you see that pulsating light
Offer up prayers,  healing and let them take flight
For the good of all here on Earth
For the love of Gaia and beautiful rebirth



   

Eos the Goddess of the Dawn

There is another tale to tell of one poor goddess whose days do not end well.

Of gods and goddesses who light the skies with tangled webs which stretch up high.

Take Eos the Goddess of the Dawn
She who starts and ends the day forlorn

For she would have chased across the skies many loves and lovers whose love each night died.

For one day Aphrodite cursed her well
So here right now Her tale I tell.

As Eos shines upon the Earth she accompanies The Sun God but marries Astraeus and gives birth to both the Morning and the Evening stars. To the winds of the directions which blow from afar.

She next was wanton and she was not very chaste she carried off mere mortals with very great haste. There were many here from the earth below who would bathe in her rosy glow.

Then one day in the heavens above Eos rises again in love. The god who was the object of her desire set her heart and soul on fire. Ares was this beautiful God's name. And on this day he set her aflame.

She drove her chariot as fast as it would fly right across the morning sky. Her saffron robes they flew apart to reveal her beating and pulsating heart.

Ares could not pull away from her soft glow not now today. So off to bed they did go. Both basking in that rosy glow.

Now Ares was Aphrodite's man
So when she found out she cursed them all she can. She crashed around in the dark before dawn and cursed poor Eos to wake everyday forlorn

And to always fall in love each day and waste her time in disappointment and dismay

So now you know about the Goddess of the Dawn of Eos the Goddess of the morn. She who rides across the skies with the tears of love and lust that she always cries.

Another bardic tale from Greece

Just changed the name of my blogg and profile picture to fit in with me more

So who do you think you are?

Flesh and blood
Bones out of mud

Sinew and skin
A soul within

Brains and veins
With aches and pains

Teeth and tongue
Now not so young

Air with fire
That takes me higher

Tears and sadness
Which give way to gladness

Joy and love
Bring the peace of the dove

Water and earth
To help give birth

Life to death
In just one breath

The Labarynth

There's a Labarynth on Cissbury Down
One that the Fae dance round & round
Two straight paths to make the trunk
Mowed out of grass the walk ways sunk

I'd asked the Guardians to give to me
A sign of something for us to see
We ambled off the beaten way
Through the brambles and wet hay

Then suddenly I thought I saw
Lots of circles on the lawn
Is it?... Was it?... Could it be?
The sign I'd asked be shown to me?

It was!...It is!... I'm a lucky gal!
To find that tree of old Tintagel.

Up the trunk we did walk
Quietly thinking, not to talk
Of all the things that are to go
To be cast out into the ebb and flow

Once in the middle we sat down
In the centre on that Hallowed ground
A drink of water and a cup of tea
For my little dog Alfie and for me
Not forgetting Our Goddess Dear
Who has been with us all through the year
Then I spied some red fungus
That the Fae did show to us

Time to go now outward bound
The dog thought I was mad
Going round and round
Thinking of what I'd like drawn to me
Love and Light, I'll wait patiently

And now a sacred space has been found For Winter Solstice to be danced around
Mowed by the farmers on the lawn
I can not wait for Solstice Morn!