The Druid Prince

My father lies dying
High in the green mountains.
He, mute, eloquent, irresistible,
Calls to us.

We approach the aleph of his exit
empty handed.

He, the spider friend, brings hemlock boughs
To burn at the temple of his beloved.

His spent form ignites a fire storm
In memory. We may bury or cremate his body…
But he shall never rest…

A druid prince dancing at midnight on the forest floor…
He stamps his feet and claps his hands…
He sings the meaning of the ocean’s roar….

Yes! Yes! We shall let him go…
But in truth, Can we ever let him rest?

Eliza Rising

She dances past Cerberus

She out distances her ancient prototypes Persephone and Demeter

She woos the Lord of the Underworld putting him, the King of Death, to sleep...

She wanders through the high grass of Middle Earth

and comes into the Definite and specific Loka of Wounded Memory

She turns her eyes away from the Screen of the Mind...it's just another horror film...

And Boom like that !!! she soars again

Gina

Forty times you have run with Gaia
In her mad dash around our Solar Disc.
Your dark hair waving in the wind
Has electrified the night with
The possibility of Desire.


With cards and stones and incantations
And a loving heart
You pull the mysterious future
Into the present…. for a moment.


Laying aside the tools of your prescience,
Placing your hands on the task before you
Your gaze pierces the four points of the compass
And sees in the world
The treasure you hold in your heart.