How quick from letting go does apathy appear? How quick does grasping disperse a new idea! My trusty row boat is named the Six of Swords And my paddles are liminal anchors each Dip into one side, dip into the other My arms power the forward reach. I row until I can go no further, … Continue reading The Balance of Release
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On Listening
(Lavender Healing) Do a lover's lips, made wet by my kiss of morning's wake Speak less the truth because my mouth has thus entwined? Do thine eyes that gaze the sun's rays strewn, from navel to thy nape Close on knowledge of veracity, in lustrous wonder blind? Perhaps it is the smell of lavender, Lingering … Continue reading On Listening
Pinnacle of the Wheel
The midnight hour of the world strikes hot! The clock's hands are made of glowing pokers and the numerals are broad-winged sunflowers. Time to seal the circle on the waxing season Energy so high. Earth so bursting. Eager so apparent. Time to give Time to manifest For soon the Season of the Witch arrives in … Continue reading Pinnacle of the Wheel
Enter Gemini
Sprung up from the horns of the Bull Gemini prances and flits happily into season! The world is ready to grow again To think beside the 'darling buds of May' To talk about the inner treasures of the mind To fly from one flower to the next laurel Never resting Always transforming Shining the way … Continue reading Enter Gemini
The Flying Time
Near hedge row ridge Her roots are sown. The firelight calls Her power home. The besom stands In ready aid. Lift up and go! Her Magick made.
Meg Rosenbriar 