New Year Poem 2014

“Aurora’s Year”

 

The swell of newness

Fills like a new dawn

And spirals out and away as life stretches through each day

 

New rises like an Aurora,

Who may sleep through her dreams

Or puncture them,

Or even face the cold stone face of death,

But even in these fates there is beauty and there may be magic.

 

Bright and sharp as a briar rose,

The dawn shows ways to care

And ensures us surprises, both royal and small.

 

For life congregates like a ball, every so often,

And others come together round you, from far and wide

And all we may do is smile or pass the time dreaming,

But we know these friends as we don’t know our fates,

And we taste these magics of games, lights, and fun,

As the colors and shapes of our wishes keep changing.

 

These storied times when newness meets old,

Keep us spinning round and get our stories told.

We’re free to walk in dreams and know futures that may or may not come to pass,

To put old cares to sleep and reunite our true loves,

To replace the steps and trod no more spindles,

But spin us the wheel and breathe in the life it kindles.

 

So christen this day, with its precious gift

And let no one deny you any change you can lift,

For any dance in this year can bring you to joy, so long as you step into the dawn and you try.

My Patch

Written in honor of the White Shell Woman (http://journeyingtothegoddess.wordpress.com/2012/03/12/white-shell-woman/) in thanks for her protection, her powerful blanket imagery, and her magic in everyday dreams and aspirations.

 

“My Patch”

 

There’s a patch where I am found;

Dreams wrapped safely all around

Where I can see strength stretch far as the sea

And promise is nothing but the air around me

 

As simple as that-a breath in, warmth out

All the birds call what can be

Sweetness seams bright color about,

Ensconced, still, closed-can be free.

 

Patches float in winds and gales,

Snow and rain drench my place into scales.

The weight of the world is heavy to heft,

And it’s hard to hold to worn pieces left.

 

As simple as that-tear in, wear out

All the whispers chant all’s not what it was

Mending’s sharp work, through hearts and out,

Moving, flowing, with a too-thin because.

 

Resting, color seeps back in with hope,

In cracks called sleep, beauty, and scope-

With pens, with words, with notes and tears,

An answer tucks itself around tired fears.

 

As simple as that-balm in, bleed out

All limbs know when healing to heed

Life is strange work, always on a new route

Finding, loving, holding-so much to need.

 

There’s a patch I know is mine,

Even when it becomes hard to find.

A place that still answers to my heart,

Although new lines score across every part.

 

As simple as that-me in, patch out

Closer than cloaks and warmer than wool,

Patchwork protects my hope from my doubt

Hoping, believing, patches life full.

 

There’s a patch where I am found;

Dreams wrapped safely all around

Where I can see strength stretch far as the sea

And promise is nothing but the air around me

 

As simple as that, breath in-warmth out,

And the future can turn into what I would be,

With love to grow and dreams to sprout,

We’ll undo the  seam between my patch and me.

 

Newness for the New Year

“Newness”

 

Now what’s two has become one,

the tide returns with naught undone-

The past year joins the future now

without a seam or stop, it’s just how

the next year unrolls-beneath your feet,

not before or dazzling, but complete.

 

Feel the opportunities tickling between toes.

Feel the fertile bends that Fates’ time grows.

Every step moves off the path, through only air-

But every footfall rebinds and rebirths life there.

As the days turn, remember fresh, sweet, true:

there’s always a newness in this old world-you.

 

A Tea Song

I had been considering revisiting a Tea Song that I recently wrote, and today is perfect for three reasons:

1. First of December

2. First snowfall here.

3. Goddess Unchi-Ahchi is celebrated today.  She rules over tea, tea sets, and tea hearths, and is honored by enjoying her heat, drinking her drink, and sharing these things along with its uses to aid in meditation and spiritual things with close ones.    http://journeyingtothegoddess.wordpress.com/2012/12/01/goddess-unchi-ahchi/

 

As it is hard to share a drink of tea over the internet, I offer you my song.

 

“Tea Song”

 

The kettle is on,

About to sing its smoke-sweet song.

We’ll pour it in shares,

comforting to our cares,

As the aroma erases what’s wrong.

 

Set out the mugs!

It’s time to pour our liquid hugs,

And get out the honey,

the sugar, and milk

to stir into our drink deep.

 

There’s herbs and there’s spice

to make our world nice

As we sip from the magic we’ve steeped.

It’ll flow to our toes,

Curing as it knows,

And the warmth is for us to keep.

 

Set out the mugs!

It’s time to pour our liquid hugs,

And get out the honey,

the sugar, and milk

to stir into our drink deep.

 

Crossposted on http://wheresmytower.wordpress.com/

River demon poem

I understand that today celebrates the river demons who navigate tumultuous water, encourage waterfalls, and guide with their currents.  Read more here:

http://journeyingtothegoddess.wordpress.com/2012/11/28/the-chiu-range-mat/

 

“Those Who Send the Current”

 

Today’s for those “who send the current,”

And call us to the water’s descent,

As inside our heart sends our tide,

Beating with all we have pent up inside.

 

Every so often we need our selves to fall,

To leap over the edge,  down gravity’s hall-

To stop fighting the pull of currents

To let our own limbs take offense-

 

Follow our natural side, dropping all inside

Our direction stays same, just with a cleaner hide-

The river demons carry us with water sent,

If inner rivers follow, we’ll reach the release meant:

 

Our surges, rapids, blood, breath, thought,

Go over the edge.  We are no longer caught.

Where cascade falls with tides well given and spent,

There lie the stones of “those who send the current.”

 

 

 

 

 

Ior “Spinning in the Wheel” poem

“Spinning in the Wheel”

 

Thumbelina’s rest and home inside a shell,

The orb that knows woman’s same as swan,

The warriors of legend that shun death at a bell,

The maid who left mer with fins and singing gone,

 

All learn that boundaries can be crossed,

All know that lines are real

Enough to give reward only when something’s lost,

But its space isn’t empty, but hung like a wheel

 

With spokes of what the journey teaches,

With yarn think of the secrets you steal

When bending the story your step over reaches,

With blood you’ve spent now ready to heal,

 

That spinning wheel binds you to one place,

But its twining threads whisper that fates do blend,

There’s a ring spinning where all worlds are one space,

Where wild chases are still and violent passions do mend,

Where inside’s just nature with a shut door,

Where mirrors show present, future, and past,

Where desire is enough and fulfillment no more,

Where the Round Table seats no first or last,

Where Pied Piper’s children found their families in the stone,

Where land and water mingle, separate yet as one,

Where even Peter Pan can give a love full-grown,

And the ever-spinning Fates know ever’s the same as done.

 

This magic forging apart to same,

This living freedom bears a name.

Circling the earth, it still touches the core,

Strums to harmony, stirs fruition galore,

True fairy tale transformation is bound to lithe Ior.

 

Crossposted to http://wheresmytower.wordpress.com/

Mimir’s poem

“Mimir’s Blue Well”

 

 

Pain is the key to Mimir’s blue well,

Where wisdom lies is to bravely let go,

To let the strain trade in to the spell,

Of the well’s master-for what He can show.

 

 

The connection trickles from water to face,

What meets the eye darkens if you really know,

Sweet Mimir’s water can flow and erase

To nourish up blossoms and help beauty grow.

 

 

With grace, all thanks and honor must show,

Through words that need shaping and spirit to tell:

Where wisdom lies is to let something go,

Like pain, to unlock deep Mimir’s blue well.

Crossposted on: http://wheresmytower.wordpress.com/