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The Zen Garden~ A Poem By Simon Welsh.

Started by G.O.L DARK RAVEN ONE S.O.L Jul 31, 2015. 0 Replies

The Universe is calling you.  It’s calling you today.So, whether you ignore the call (if you don’t want to play),Or whether you are leaning in with joy and open heart,Your thoughts are now reality –…Continue

A Warrior's Prayer

Started by G.O.L DARK RAVEN ONE S.O.L May 25, 2011. 0 Replies

I am what I am.In having faith…Continue

Wild Thing

Started by G.O.L DARK RAVEN ONE S.O.L. Last reply by Crystal Spirit Woman Apr 27, 2011. 1 Reply

Wild ThingLegend tells of a renegade,of a horse no one could tame.Her sire was the devil himself,Wild Thing was her name.No one knew where she came from,Quarter horse blood, they say,When the leaves…Continue

whos

Started by G.O.L DARK RAVEN ONE S.O.L. Last reply by Crystal Spirit Woman Apr 22, 2011. 2 Replies

Those who don't want toknow their own fantacy,pity them---------But those whowant's to be proud creaturesof life, they don't ruin theirbrains, when someone saysthey know it all----They know that…Continue

Pagan Poems

Started by Tessa Renee Simpson. Last reply by Tessa Renee Simpson Feb 21, 2011. 4 Replies

**Most of these are copied and pasted. Some do not have the author's name. I will put the author's name if it has one. If not, I will not claim it, but I will put '~unknown author'. Thanks.**Bright…Continue

Did you know that William Shakespeare wrote the famous witches chant that most everyone knows? Double, Double, Toil and Trouble...

Started by Cherish Moondancer. Last reply by Tessa Renee Simpson Nov 22, 2010. 2 Replies

      William Shakespeare (1564-1616)                      from MacbethA dark Cave. In the middle, a Caldron boiling. Thunder.                Enter the three Witches.       1 WITCH.  Thrice the…Continue

Blood Type: A+

Started by Tessa Renee Simpson. Last reply by Tessa Renee Simpson Sep 5, 2010. 8 Replies

 Blood Type: A+Blood Types Novel Written By: Tessa Simpson  Chapter 1       We were in the woods down the street from my house, when all of a sudden we heard something moving. I threw a rock at it to…Continue

Once Upon a Time...

Started by Cherish Moondancer. Last reply by Cherish Moondancer Apr 23, 2010. 2 Replies

  ...In the Land of Nod, way back in the forest near a bubbling brook was the village of Noddingham. It was a small village, as were the people, they were magickal winged creatures of the forest,…Continue

The Door is Open

Started by Cherish Moondancer Feb 27, 2010. 0 Replies

  A SPIRITUAL CONSPIRACYOn the surface of the world right now there is war and violence and things seem dark.But calmly and quietly, at the same time, something else is happening underground.An inner…Continue

The Flow

Started by April. Last reply by April Jan 14, 2010. 3 Replies

The Flowby: April LambThe trees rustle to and froworrying not what they sow.They open themselves,allowing the flow.For God is in themand they know.Many come and many go,balancing out the to and…Continue

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Comment by Cherish Moondancer on April 28, 2010 at 5:16pm
Beautiful, heartfelt writings, G, I know they come from your heart. Love to you, my friend.
Comment by Koori G. Ansell~Taylor on April 28, 2010 at 10:09am
Mind like water
This is how I flow through life, despite adversity, in spite of anything, and with following the path of heart, my mind thus flows, like water, like a cloud, like the tiniest tear of a baby, still I flow on...my mind like water, my path with heart, and hear I walk, looking, just looking, following my songlines, flowing, like water through life, my mind, flows thus, like that water one hey.?
Ahhh…….the path with heart, the muru (pathway) mittigara ( of friends) .
the middle way
is no big deal
if i lean to far to the left path
……resentment, jealousy, revenge, anger, envy
and if i leeeean too far the other way
condescension, resentment, guilt, shame, sorrow etc
but down the middle
the path with heart I call it
peace, love, happiness and harmony
there i flow
like the water
there i am
forgiveness?......
it dashes against the rocks of remorse and regret and anger
but is it dissipated really?
no
beyond that huge rock
my forgiveness flows on
and the rock is wetted
and eventually
it erodes
and my resentment then becomes a mere pebble
a grain of sand

sometimes my forgiveness is like the foul, murky waters
tho that too eventually settles and clears
……and flows on
and sometimes my forgiveness stalls
and collects in pools and billabongs
there the stagnating anger effects its purity
and my forgiveness is fouled by weeds of revenge
and green algae of envy and jealousy
there it may lay
seemingly fouled forever
but no…….
it too eventually evaporates
and is refreshed by my raining forgiveness
and again it flows on
forgiveness isnt always apparently so easy
yet
i find…..still….like the water
i'm flowing
and behind me
the rocks of anger, weeds of revenge....
all those things blocking the path of my forgiveness
ultimately
succumb
to the flow
peace, love, happiness n harmony
flows on regardless
and they recede yet remain
there… but a hinderance
not a sealed dam
and i flow on
and forgive
and see the folly in my thinking, my human folly,
that forgiveness isnt easy
and i forgive
and flow
and i am gapu
the water
i am the rainbird
calling the rain
and singing the rainbows that follow
even the stormiest weather
i am he
i am G
and yes...i forgive
even the dark tank of my own water well
where i lay trapped
in the unforgiving darkness of my spirit and heart,
for what seemed an eternity
I lay in that dark place
the darkness of my spirit that would not forgive
what mattered mostly
……………me
yet, i found a tiny rusty hole
and forgiveness seeped
and then slowly dripped
and puddled
and then flowed
and the hole grew
and tho i had a huge hole in my heart
my self forgiveness grew
along with forgiveness of others too
the drip became a stream
and it flowed
i am like gapu
the water
flowing,
always flowing somewhere
forgiving
and it feels like
i am always headed to a point
unknown as yet
but the path is revealed
by my flow
and it leads now to
new billabongs
and from there
who knows?
all i do know
is my karma seems to like it
Comment by Magistar on April 28, 2010 at 2:42am
On Pain
Kahlil Gibran

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.
And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy;
And you would accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields.
And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.


Much of your pain is self-chosen.
It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.
Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquillity:
For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen,
And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has moistened with His own sacred tears.
Comment by Cherish Moondancer on April 27, 2010 at 6:41pm
G, it is wonderful to read your words again! Thank you for sharing them with us and please contiue to do so.
Comment by Magistar on April 27, 2010 at 10:10am
thank you koori for these stories
Comment by Koori G. Ansell~Taylor on April 27, 2010 at 2:36am
And the dark prince waited 'beneath the old willow under the moonlight.
The day had been cold and now the clear air and brisk temperature with the night breeze made it cooler yet
Barely a sound he could hear, as if very air snatched away the noises

Then, he thought he heard music, it seemed to flow like warmth through the air
Attracting his whole body, he strained to hear it was gone… had it been?
Now he could not hear anything except what sounded like tiny
little ice crystals falling on the ground. He gazed around, his eyes finally resting on the ground close to him as he felt something making
tiny little ice-crystal crunches underfoot, and when he looked down he
saw a trail of tiny little musical notes leading up to where she
stood. Amazed at what he saw, as she sang in a low, surprisingly beautiful sounding voice, her song seemed to warm the very air
He could see her music, like minute rainbow coloured snowflakes gliding on the air and then he watched in awe as a beautiful stream of tiny little notes and dynamic markings from the middle portion of the bass clef dropped like tiny little black snowflakes into a pile before his feet. The Dark Prince just looked up in time to see the bass portion of the musical staff, totally bereft of anything that could produce a sound, wafting off
like a faint ribbon of gossamer into the crisp blue sky.

His gaze followed it momentarily, and then he shifted his gaze back to her beauty.
In the pale blue light of the moon her wavy red hair seemed alive and like beckoning fingers they called rhythmically as the cool night breeze tousled her gleaming hair framing her beautiful face.
Her starlit eyes shone with mystical hues and a soft song sang across the moonlight as her elfin body made its way among the willow trees to the riverbank.
Opening wide her arms her cloak of blue velvet opens its wings to the night sky, and the gorgeous soft melody of her dreamsong permeates the air and her visage is almost angelic, like some exquisitely beautiful faery queen.
Her soft blue eyes, gleaming with the moonlight, her flaming wavy hair dancing provocatively in the night breeze. She sways her body to inner earnest chants… her body moving with such grace she seems to glide on air as if her feet were a few inches off the ground on gossamer threads of starlight.
Her angelic like semblance belying her hidden powers that her eyes beckon…. like liquid lodestones of pure cuteability

As if in a dream the Dark Prince is drawn to her, his body feels powerless and he feels himself moving under her beautiful enchanting melody of song…he approaches on wings of awe and amazement…
Wide eyed and heart racing with wonder, gasping breath like clouds the Dark Prince drew nearer still…
In a moment he is at her side, his heart yearning, his ghostly arms reaching for her… almost touching, their lips a mere breath apart…and then she is gone in a twinkling of his eye, her kiss echoes in his desires.
All that remains…. a small shiny dewdrop, glistening like a moonlight tear, a colourful glimmering tiny star..where once but a moment hence, she had stood, as if a midnight stroke had toned and the magic of her departed but resonated, yet oh so vividly .
The air still resonated her incredibly beautiful presence. Like memories of whalesongs, haunting yet beautiful, her aura of cute-essence saturated the very air about him…
Was he dreaming?
It seemed it was all so surreal, yet his heart still held the memory, like a tiny cute tear shed it cried joyfully at her memory.
Comment by Koori G. Ansell~Taylor on April 27, 2010 at 2:32am
A red dog slips through the timber, a lean wind ruffles the air.
As silent as shadows of moonlight she pads a path east from her lair.
She pauses a while where an outcrop of savage rock thrusts through the trees
And her keen senses scan the landscape with a caution that’s never at ease.

Before her, a tumble of toprock, a tangle of mulga and brush
Falls away to a spread of grasslands dust pale in twilight’s last flush.
For a moment she stands there - an empress as hauntingly wild as the night.
A quicksilver flicker of movement and like mist she’s vanished from sight.

There’s a gully drops down from the ranges, gouged out of the rock when it rains,
But now, it’s a dry ragged gutter cutting a track cross the plains.
Over mitchell grass softlit with starlight, past the dam with its dark, creaking mill
The homestead is silent and sleeping. The paddocks lie waiting and still.

She slips through the wire of the fenceline. Man scent clings thick in the air.
Fear burns fierce in her belly. Rage fills her soul with despair.
In a corner the sheep softly shuffle, disturbed by some essence of fear.
They huddle and circle together instinctively knowing Death’s near.

Ruthless and swift as a scalpel she leaps through the jaws of the night,
Tears at the throats of her victims, the kill filling her with delight.
Night fades. The stars spin at their moorings. A hint of dawn chills the breeze.
Before the first edging of daylight the red dog glides back through the trees.

She pauses again at the outcrop and once more surveys her domain.
The sleeping world shivers and echoes to the sound of her haunting refrain.
It’s something primeval and savage with a passion as old as this land
Beyond moral precepts and ethics that civilized men understand.

Relentless, they tracked her and shot her. Her hot blood ran red in the sand
Of a dry ragged gully that staggered like a line on a page drawn by hand.
They shot her, then strung up her carcase like a crucifix nailed to a tree,
Left her to rot there – a lesson, for those who would dare to be free.

and sometimes …

I hear through the frost bitten silence when the night sets my senses alight
The sob and the howl of a dingo – it’s a song sets my mind on a flight
To a red dog padding through timber, a lean wind ruffling the air,
A silent shadow of moonlight following a trail we can’t share…
Comment by Koori G. Ansell~Taylor on April 27, 2010 at 2:32am
In a sea of green
Of every kind of green to be seen
We merge into the earth, my mother
We are not alone, peering out upon the world
But lost among the background scene
Just like any other
And just like any other spirit, never alone
Not lost at all
A single note among the others
On the musical score of life, Wayrrull
Our spirit sings its song in tune
The melody imprinted upon our heart
Like an ancient graven rune
And the world sings along
As our heart sings aloud
Our spirit’s song
All around us, the symphony of life blossoms
The structure of sky gets softer
as the autumn light comes around;
paint-patterns, repetitions of past seasons,
brush and stroke the ground.
And leaves, risen from babes to teens,
now turning almost old
shimmer, glitter and shine
in breathtaking tones of gold.
Fluffy pumpkin clouds
drift along the sky, hanging real low;
cool winds keep driving the heat
with strong, steady blow.
A new season begins,
contrasts the world picture around,
and brings relief for a famished, thirsted,
dried up ground.
The mountains, rocks and stones
burst forth with song,
the earth’s bones.
The trees and ferns, the wild flowers,
decorated with pretty parrots and rozellas
and lorikeets and faery bowers.
The flowers hide their tired faces,
worn out by summer's heat
but trees spell poetry with branches,
painted verses in repeat.
The weather might get moody now
and nature ready to retire;
but still, it leaves this gorgeous image,
of autumnal beauty "on fire".
So breath taking is the beauty
of the tree-capped mountains
we find it hard to describe
the scenery that surrounds me.
Solitude, shut off from others
We inhale the smells of nature,
Its virgin territory untouched
by man made creations
We hear the wings of flying birds
as they flutter about by our head
and the whispering of the stream
as at flows gently by our feet.
We reach our hands upward
trying to grasp the colors of the sky
to capture the lovely hues it has
to keep them imprisoned in our mind.
Colors so vivid so bright
Painting the landscape
Reds, blues, and greens
No man can recreate.
We reach out in hope
to be able to hold this vision
not to let it escape
I sit upon a mossy log, aware of all I am
Drinking from the vast and endless cup of Life
While my inward thoughts are heard and answered
From the Universe at large
The silver laced rain drops laugh in liquid glee
As they fall from overloaded thunder clouds on high
Dancing sun showers
Frees the intoxicating scent
Of wild tumbling vines
Blooming buttercup yellow, purple and snowy white
Running rampant along the wood land's edges
Their heady smell, perfumed with the Earth mother’s love
Engulfs and fills my senses
In blissful spell bound magic
The wonderful gift of living
In this one special moment in time
We find our whispering quiet
Our comforting peace in quiet solitude
Our boundless joy shelters us
As we slowly breathe the misty air in
We see our purpose
Our serene calmness
In the Path we choose to take,
The path with heart
As we slowly let our breath out
All miracles occur within our breath
All our family lives within our breath
All our body and mind lie within our breath
Our breath is the current
Connecting us to all of life
Within and without
As we breathe in and we breathe out

We breathe deeply of life’s song
And the world sings along
That’s how it’s meant to be,
It’s law, Wayrrull
How it has to be
Dark clouds rumble by
Their voices billowing from lofty tops
White, like snow, that sings from distant mountaintops
Trickling, tumbling waters sigh
Sigh a song they bring from mountains high
The song the mountains from the clouds brought down
Bringing life, to join the chorus upon the ground
Everything that is sings along
And we sing too, the spirits song
As we merge into the background of life’s shroud
We sing of love, and life, and we sing loud
Not alone, not lost, but in harmony
A note among life’s symphony.
Comment by Koori G. Ansell~Taylor on April 27, 2010 at 2:27am
Something beautiful
and delicate
I imagine
Like the petals of a sweet blossom
Unfurling their wings as
Heady perfumes pheromone
Their meanings

The pollens, barely
Visible
still the essence of her perfumes
Echoes
Magic
Her essence
A work of art

Gracefully,
tenderly I move
not disturbing
savouring
a priceless treasure
a keepsake

a tear
falls
moistens the petals lip
like morning dew
softly
silently

before another falls
I choose the flower
The moment of that magic held forever

A glorious, wonderful tale
A fantasy
Reality, no scripted storyline
Perfect as it is
Enveloping my heart
Forever
In my memory.
Comment by Cherish Moondancer on April 26, 2010 at 7:28pm
Another wonderful insight, thank you, brother.
 

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