From a Druid, writer and poet, Nimue Brown, the author of many wonderful books on nature-based spirituality, comes a review of my poetry collection. I am so pleased she enjoyed it.
I love how she framed them as Bardic songs, letters. So interesting, which makes it even more significant for me.
Link in breath with what’s desired
Blow all that serves you not
Be authentic and inspired
Worry what may come or not
Liberation from entrapment
Comes from knowing within
Fire, Air, Water, Spirit
Earth the Mother fully seen
Elemental is your wild
Beating heart of what is raw
Beauty piercing devout
Lives within you ever more
Walk the walk of burning passion
No turning off the path
Listen, be, with no caution
Full embodiment of trust
Unreachable, beyond awareness
Dead to the world
Alive to myself
Linked with the animal and land
And no more
Rejoiced in not found and lost
Until I call for it… if ever
I remain in a way of spirit
Like a ghost to the living
Like a flesh to natural
I am a flower petal as pink as the sky falling beyond the sea
A blade of grass the same colour as ancient hills beyond
I hide in small to become aware of the giant infinity of being
And out there I disappear, as angry feet stamp out all that’s soulful
Away from view yet looking through the brightest biggest window
Hidden away yet fully alive
A bird, a tree, a rock; they know what they are for, what freedom is
Simplicity of it pierces through me breaking my heart for I can’t reach that state of knowing
I am misplaced, shapeshifted here and there, but nowhere I know what I am for
I do it all and do it well, as there’s nothing else to be done, yet there is always a bodily grumble, a jerk and a sting in the tongue, as joy is lost and never there
What am I for? I do not know
In constant searching I tire desiring for extinction, yet if not searching then what?
Grabbing onto something, anything, somewhere, but nothing stays, as it should or should it not be that way?
Is being misplaced a ‘what for’ in itself?
The non-human calls me, as it knows what is what, it had always known and for that I love it so
Thrown into this life one more time I swam and walked straight off with confidence, but devoid of knowing what am I for?
Was I for something, but no more? Seem to have had and lost too early, known too soon, aged ahead of time. Is that it? Neither a witch nor a monk, but both
I seem to know a lot of parts
A bit of everything, but no one thing and I want to be one thing
Past love returns through dreams to remind me of the loss and the feeling that burns with such purity and light
It hurts, but the pain is sweet, the pain is deadly, yet alive. Is love what I was for, but no longer?
I drop it all now and again, empty out the way for something to take shape, to become once more
It comes, it stays, and it fuels, but not for long before the craving rises up again for
What am I for?
Now and again I grab hold of the golden thread and cherish it for a time
Before it slips out of my hand once again to become something or anything, but not mine
Am I a shapeshifting entity adapting to what is? Is that enough? Is that worthy of staying, being?
Perhaps it’s always been with nothing solid or constant needed
Perhaps the flow is where it’s at, for I speak of the flow often
Why does the yearning not stop and bitterness grows at times?
Why the peace alludes me and tears always stand on ready
Perhaps, it is a part of a crying body, dark texture of a human that also wants to be
And I am a carrier of its skin and depth
Perhaps, that is just so and what if that is not me, or one or constant
Perhaps, I am the ever-changing sketch of all things life, all voices of the unknown
In times of tiredness I crave the knowledge of the way of trees, rocks and birds
It comes over and over, but a shapeshifter needs rest, space, and formlessness
Hence emptiness is a necessary part of life too
What am I for? A lifetime spent asking questions is a life worth having
Dear Guests and Friends,
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