Friday, September 18, 2009
In the dense of the hazels,
Far some quivers grows
Midst the shadowy painted appraisals,
an ancient presence glows.
I walk the olden path among others,
That also here did tread.
The place comes in within and in another´s
Where trace speaks in my head.
Clay, decay a coming dismay
Stones and bones bewildered astray
Descending in a slope with slender shrubbery
Depending on the hope of barren baneberry
Long lost, still fingers crossed
I the king of the wood in human hood
I gather with you Hecate, fairies and witches
Where magic, is turning, does tosses and twitches.
Do what thou wilt, not!
So as thou wilt do what thou not got!
Yield not a measure of every word and sentence
Wield your pleasure in not to be your repentance
Be beyond language, meaning and seeming
Where we are free from anguish and painful demeaning.
So here I close this theatrical act,
Amongst beings and animals, deep in the forest's dim lit tract
And now, let us all return,
to life, to loving among.
Where true meaning and mindful yearn,
and are all running along,
With forever inspiring and ready curiosity
In a never expiring, steady velocity.
Let your hope wallow and the hollow to be hear
But do not let the follow of heart be the follow of fear.
