Monthly Archives: January 2015

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Amen-Hallelujah

A clarion call carries earth vibrations to the Inner Planes

Angel songs without words reverberate on rungs of Jacob’s ladder

Moon Goddess reflects the Sun’s light on planet Earth’s night

Vision of beauty triumphant and divine love, Empress of Venus

Power of the mind in Mercury fires the creative imagination

Sun is the central point of balance of the universe

Power from Mars destroys what is spiritually incorrect for evolution

Jupiter bestows the compassion of the creator, a beneficent ruler

Saturn binds in form the divine force of the cosmos

Sirius holds universal knowledge and five rays of the Cosmos

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For Victoria’s prompt at dVerse.  A form of poetry with ten words created by Brian Miller.

 

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The Last Enchantment

Cordials and medicines,

perfumes concocted for the Queen’s pleasure,

herbs for the King’s kitchen

redolent of peace and the age of gold.

But with the sense of some change to come

as the fall of leaves and coming of winter.

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He came on a golden evening

There was a full moon

like a ghost in the sky before sunset.

It hung behind the apple boughs

like a great misty lantern.

The room smelled of hyssop, apples and plums

laid on the shelves to ripen.

I heard a light step behind me and turned.

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Magician they call me

but I niether expected his coming nor heard him

until I saw him lit by the deepening gold of the moon.

The meeting in the mist on the Island’s shore

had come back to me frequently, a dream, something imagined.

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The real boy was here, flushed and smiling

as if unsure of his welcome.

Dressed in grey with a cloak the colour of beech-buds.

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He began ‘I don’t suppose you remember me…’

‘Why should I not?  You are the boy who is Ninian’.

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From a novel by Mary Stewart

‘A tale of Merlin’s own enchanting.  In the dark ebbtide of his powers he finds he is not totally deserted by his god.  Struggling for resignation, he finds a fulfilment that even he had never dreamed of.  His power and bright vision will be at the King’s service as long as Arthur lives, and, as he believes, long after.’

A ‘Black it Out’ for Björn’s prompt at dVerse

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The Fool

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The beginning and the end is naught

In the depths of consciousness

something new is sought.

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A flower is alive within the seed

Earth, air and water will see it sprout

in the warmth and light of Spring.

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Sun rises from the nadir

A new loop in the spiral of eternity

ensouls a spark with the lust for life.

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It surges forward without fear

in the bright sunshine of a new day

unaware of the dark precipice.

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The abyss that awaits foolishness

and swallows the careless intentions

of the incarnate.

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Tread carefully for the shells

of materiality are hidden in duality

moulds making a false trail.

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The womb and the tomb await

the return of the wandering soul

seeking  enlightenment.

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The Tarot Cards of Sarah Wheatley

See them http://sarahmagdalene.com/2014/12/22/the-fool/ here