Quiet friend who has come so far
feel how your breathing makes more space around you.
Let this darkness be a bell tower
and you the bell. As you ring,
what batters you becomes your strength.
Move back and forth into the change.
What is it like, such intensity of pain?
If the drink is bitter, turn yourself to wine.
In this uncontainable night,
be the mystery at the crossroads of your senses,
the meaning discovered there.
And if the world has ceased to hear you,
say to the silent earth: I flow.
To the rushing water, speak: I am.
Rainer Maria Rilke (4 Dec. 1875 – 29 Dec. 1926)
Narration – Nicolya Christi
Recorded August 2022
Wild heather floats by
On the wisps of the wind
Journeying to other worlds, awaiting next Spring.
Hedgerows burst with the promise that the gorse heralds in
To Summer from Spring.
The land reborn, new life sprung
Here stand I at the helm of High Sun
Still, I wait
As a chorus for a verse to be sung.
A memory stirs of a quest in the night
Of a Stag/King fight
High Priestess’s hand for the Great Rite won.
Still the skylark sings this Ancient Song
My song
Where be thy King
To where have you gone?
A fire burns
In my Being yearns
Reunion.
For a taste as sweet as the heather gone
A touch as soft as the rose now grown.
With each breath in thine essence flows
Gentling my heart
Healing my Soul.
Thine eyes have met mine
I have seen clear
Your Warrior heart
Protected by fear.
We
Curious
Cautioned
Holding ground
For a love not lost
Yet not fully found.
Silence..
Sacred Silence
Pregnant pause
We.. as the ocean
Meeting the shore.
Silence
Precious silence
Eternal bond
Born on the dawn of the Great Rite won.
These distant echoes of lives been done
The spider’s weaved
The web is spun.
An olde-worlde song of true lovers found
The beat
Of One heart
On a Sacred Drum.
Yay
We have seen
A starlit night
Comet in flight
Sea and sand, made fire on land
This sacred dance
Of woman and man.
Your sword now gone
Your battle scars shown
Your wounds run deep and your shield still strong.
Surrender
My love
Surrender
The way of Love or Fear?
The freedom of the morrow?
The cloak of yesteryear?
Surrender
Thine heart
Surrender
Thy breast be open
Bare
An act of resurrection
To Love
Where once was fear.
The priestess waits for her King’s return
This wise woman sayeth
Thy Will be done.
And the skylark sings an ancient song
Of a King
And a Grail
And a Priestess won.
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