Winter Solstice

Listen to all the empty words.
They seem so irreverent…
During the Solstice.

Observe the longest night,
A place of deep darkness,
A time for silence.

It’s a time of need and wonder.
Do you see what is coming?
Hope is born in the dark.

Hold good will toward all you meet.
Let there be peace on Earth.
Bid All a happy holiday.

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When Black Water Horses Meet

Read this… then dream awhile. Then do you understand?

Fruits of Annwn

Why, once in a lifetime, do black water horses meet?

Why do they come slithering out of the peat bogs,
out of the mires, from lakes, ponds, estuaries, crooked bays,
coated in sphagnum and sundew, purple moorgrass, wild angelica,
tails filled with water-mint and bog asphodel, bog bush crickets between their ears,
covered in duck-weed, dashing with water-lilies, ribbeting with frog-song,
clacking with barnacles, bright with sea-stars, fronds of thongweed,
wireweed, dabberlocks, spiral wrack, in their startling manes?

Are they brought together by a herding instinct in their perilous unbones
by which they shift into the ubiquitous shapes of tall dark men
and seductive women with cotton grass in their lapels
or chewed in a strand between their teeth?
Long teeth… you’ll recognise them
by their hooves…

Do they come together because they hate each other so much?
Because they’re jealous of each other’s riders,
of each other’s prey?

Or…

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When Realms Collide

From spirit, of spirit and to spirit,

Let those who have eyes see, and those who have ears hear.

Words were formed in an age of enlightenment:

The truth of equality is held to be self-evident,

As is the truth of endowed and unalienable rights.

 

The size, shape, age, color or gender of earthen vessels are irrelevant

In matters between spirits.

If you do not believe you are spirit,

Then your time here is wasted.

All spirit is born of spirit, and created equal.

 

Those born of spirit cherish equality.

Equality is the essence of the unalienable:

Everyone has the same rights, so rights cannot be lost.

If one right is denied, then equality becomes diminished.

Everyone is diminished until balance is restored.

 

Those born of spirit understand balance.

They walk a narrow path like the edge of a blade

Upon which the spiritual and physical realms pivot.

This deserves deep reflection:

It is the dance.

 

Others know only fear because of darkness;

Angry and paranoid of all that is different or changing.

They do not feel secure with equality.

They gather to defend and dominate.

There can be no peace without control, they cry.

 

There can be no peace until all feel secure.

There can be no justice without equality,

The scales must balance,

We must dance,

We must dream.

 

How can we respond to darkness?