Saturday, October 20, 2012
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Cernunnos, guardian stag.
Lord and protector of beasts,
God of the hunt, and of shepherds.
You have been repressed.
Flanked by the fox, trickster and lightning spirit;
By the otter, for play and transformation;
By the boar, for overcoming fear and forceful resistance;
By the frog, for impulsiveness, fertility, and creativity.
You hold in one hand the serpent of understanding,
Of knowledge, and understanding.
You hold in the other hand
A golden torque, for the sovereignty of the land.
The land is stunted, burned, drowned, and made toxic...
The leaders corrupt and perverse,
Wasting our resources without replenishment.
Return to your consort, Mother Earth.
Horned God, protector of beasts...
Bring balance and integrity.
Purify the Sovereignty.
Like a geode split in two,
Yearning to bond again,
Fit yourself into relation with Mother Earth,
Grow back into integrity.
God of huntsmen and shepherds revive.
Bring back a true relationship with the land.
Answer the shaman's prayers,
And transform the chiefs.
The earth pines for you.
We await your return.
- Jehanah -
(a poem for Autumn Equinox)
Sunday, May 13, 2012
|Jenna and Mike, 1960|
I sang to the birds, and the birds came flying
And we sang to the sun through the movements of air
I sang to the lizards, and the lizards came running
And snakes slithered in from hot sands of bright fire
and the earth, and soil's tiny creatures asleep
I sang to the whales, and the whales came singing
And we sang, 'cross the waters of the oceans so deep
The song rose to the stars, it spread o'er the earth
And into the hearts of all creatures around
All our singing was there, we heard the great buzz
And everyone singing there loved the great sound
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
On another Earth
In another time
An uncertain birth
In another dimension
In another lifetime
In a different body
With an opposing sign
Another shade of red
A different hue of blue
A secret Word for Love
In the Mystery of You
In a faraway home
With an unfamiliar crowd
From unique birthing gown
To the eternal shroud
I wrote a poem
In a different rhyme
It was slow in coming
I took my time