The Path of No Path

Stars light the quiet Silence colored by strong breeze Whirling joyful Spring - Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone

Grain and lumber pass. Engines whine and boxcars bang! Rain. Spring's companion. - Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone

Paying attention. Eyes, mind, heart open. Seeing. Water looks at moon. - Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone

Geese fly overhead Soaring. Squaking, they race home First geese of spring. Smiles - Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone

Cherry blossoms fall The river is filled with them Swirling, spinning. Joy - Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone

Winter's wind cuts me Spring is here, yet still I bleed Silence binds my wounds - Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone

Obscurity. When you are alone. Truly alone. It is so very quiet. But the quiet is so deafeningly loud that it makes my ears ring. Solitude had its downside. This is it. To find that one kindred spirit is perhaps a mountain too steep, a river too wide, and a path too long for me to walk . This deep longing I must learn to let go of, for it no longer serves me. Pain is perhaps an ally but it is not my friend. Tonight I am changed. Steeled against the cold, I wrap my cloak tighter, lest what little warmth I have left escapes me.

All Snakes Day The victors get to write the history and so the murderer, becomes the saint. The slaughtered become the villains that "had" to be eliminated. Yet the truth remains, that the Snakes, my Sisters and Brethren, my beloved Wise Ones, the ones who suckled at our mother's breast, have not been forgotten. On this day, All Snakes Day, I light a candle for those who have fallen, who were taken from us. On this day, I celebrate the wisdom of my Ancestors, those, Gelits, Kenning Merlins, Druids, Wise Women, and Witches alike, the keepers of ancient wisdom.  To all my good and wise kin of the forest let not anger fill your heart, lest we become like the so called saint whose drunken followers celebrate his ancient blood lust in new found gross frenzy.  The flame burns bright inside me in honor of Snakes of this Holy Day.

Sing Listening To My own humaness The stories of humanity Reverberate in my ears The singular song Of my own soul Resounds in my heart Sing to me the Song of your soul For the harmony to be found In the delicate intertwining of our Combined melody sings of Passion and beauty so powerful It transforms all it touches It is this love song That allows hatred To be forgotten and Compassion to flourish

Two Short, one long As she exits the Eastern Colombia River Gorge I am awakened by the deep rumblings of an old friend. For more than forty-five minutes I feel her presence. The matron's deep resonate vibrations massage my floor and tickle my bedroom window. Five miles away, a lilting chant cracks open the stillness of the quiet night air. Two short, roooo woooo One long, rooooooooooooooooooooo Abrupt silence. Twenty or so minutes pass and the melody returns. Outside my window now, two short, one long. Dogs bark and a car alarm goes off. Roooo woooo, rooooooooooooooooooooo Diesel engines smoke and snarl, electric motors whine and moan as a hundreds of boxcars, overloaded with grain crash and smash. Without mercy, beating the cold steal rails. As she passes, I hear her brothers and sisters. Brakes howl and wheels cry out as they bite hard into the tracks. One by one they descend through that tight, decreasing radius turn that marks their exit from the gorge. In tw...