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Category: Mystical Poetry
Barriers to LoveBarriers to Love
Eight hundred years is a long way to look back and extract meaningful guidance about ‘today’s world’, and yet I can say with honesty that the historical figure whose wisdom
DEATHSTINATIONDEATHSTINATION
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the quiet placesthe quiet places
They live concealed within the ebb and flow of life recycled. That very nature is why they are so hard to find. The extraordinary hidden in plain sight… Their camouflage
potential of tomorrowpotential of tomorrow
Who knows which way-less-taken lies beyond the stile The openings of now, unnumbered, mapped in dew Unfamiliar potentials – whispers in the icy wind, Cry ‘untrod, unheard’ alone in wandering
crown of leavescrown of leaves
There is within this ring of gold and green a voice Not of the river rushing by in flood Nor of the nearby street where cards of early Yule, like
Into the autumnInto the autumn
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Fruit of the GiverFruit of the Giver
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Sun TrainSun Train
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King’s GobletKing’s Goblet
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From no-thingFrom no-thing
From no-thing do you come?Not did, for did is burnedBut do, as in a breath Drawn in and then returnedFrom no-where do you come?Not where, for whereWould fix the placeFrom
Days of SkyDays of Sky
When days roll, heavy hearted, by And dusk has turned a darker hue Where breathing’s choked and not so free I rest my back on bark of old ash tree
Harlequin SolsticeHarlequin Solstice
Harlequin Solstice St John Kin A picture in the fading sun A race of fingers, digits Of Solstice long earned Short departed ➰ How little How sadly You are understood
Two for the SolsticeTwo for the Solstice
Two poems for the coming Solstice. The first is The Iron Hand from Barbara Walsh, who is in the process of establishing her own WordPress site: The Iron Hand The
For fifty years I sought you…For fifty years I sought you…
For fifty years I sought you Beneath an ashen tree And when at last I caught you You were hiding behind me ➰ What jests your lips had whispered As
Why Myth? IV…Why Myth? IV…
* ‘Gilgamesh is among the greatest things that can ever happen to a person.’ – Rainer Maria Rilke. Those of you with an eagle eye will have realised that next
A Second-Self…A Second-Self…
* Gilgamesh My vizier says you have tidings of some import to my realm? Trapper Great lord, I bring dire news! A threat to the kingdom… Gilgamesh Speak, man! If
The Dancer ~ Jordis FashehThe Dancer ~ Jordis Fasheh
Jordis Fasheh is a Companion of the Silent Eye. When we brought the School to birth at our very first April workshop, Jordis was the first to walk through the
My Secret SelfMy Secret Self
How long it took to make him My secret self and I To stabilise and raise him That he might touch his sky Then watching as he made the world
Uniform?Uniform?
How uniform, so uniform Our daily tread extrudes Upon a stuff compliant To deeper wishes viewed — How uniform, so uniform But do I ever see Fragility of matter’s grip
The journey- by Sheila ChadwickThe journey- by Sheila Chadwick
At our August meeting, one of our Companions, a woman of both beauty and grace, read us something found amongst her papers… something that she had written down many years
Until your will is mine…Until your will is mine…
— You may come this way a thousand times And sense that space of place unfold But it will never speak to you Until your will is mine — Or
Faith, Belief or Gnosis – Did Gawain have Faith? by The Patrician LadyFaith, Belief or Gnosis – Did Gawain have Faith? by The Patrician Lady
The Patrician Lady is a much-loved and respected member of the esoteric community who, for the last two years, has shared her own perspective on the subject matter of the
What Curves CaressWhat Curves Caress
What Curves Caress (In the style of Sufi poetry) What curves caress the distant sky when distance is not known? What shades of finest touch release the moment new which