Brigid Day Festival poem

Brigid’s Way

With passion!

Outpouring care feeds our mythic spring.

Sparkling flame of peace abides within,

melts forbidding.

Not ignorant fools;

no pleas for altruist beliefs.

Relief of hunger feeds us.

No cunning deceivers could with malice

steal our good.

Need reaches to heal through magical

interchange.

Energies not replenished, giving

stops.

Why meanly measure out

moral scores in play at “who deserves”?

Purposeful use of flowing contribution

is no drain, but the focal point for

cyclic rain’s reward.

Fortune’s gift revealed, this well neverending,

fed by Goddess blessing

sacred vessels aching to be filled.

Dip in with grace, good will, wisdom

self-rejoicing.

This is not belief or even knowing.

This is breath of awe in motion.

Brigid Poetry Festival, “an outpouring of verse in honor of the Goddess Brigid, Patron Saint of Ireland. "

http://gnosiscafe.com/gcblog/2013/01/21/poetry-inauguration-land/

http://www.magnoliaswest.com/morninggratitudes/new-beginnings/

http://moondrummer.blogspot.com/2013/01/brigid-poetry-festival.html

http://medusacoils.blogspot.com/

8th Annual Brigid Poetry Festival

"8th Annual Brigid Poetry Festival

This seems like a good time to start the ball rolling for the Brigid Poetry Festival, an outpouring of verse in honor of the Goddess Brigid, Patron Saint of Ireland. "

http://gnosiscafe.com/gcblog/2013/01/21/poetry-inauguration-land/

http://www.magnoliaswest.com/morninggratitudes/new-beginnings/

http://moondrummer.blogspot.com/2013/01/brigid-poetry-festival.html

http://medusacoils.blogspot.com/

some thots on guns and civility

From a societal standpoint, guns are perhaps the the essential symbol for what ought to be regulated in a sane society as their primary purpose is to interfere with the freedoms of nonconsenting others.  This does not mean prohibition nor confiscation.  This means sane regulation such that people can feel that their rights are not being overcome by anyone with a grudge and a gun.

Personally, I don't care whether people own guns or high heels or silly putty.  You stay out of my way; I'll stay out of yours.  What really irks me is all the unexamined talking points and escalated ire.  It ought to be simple enough to understand that people are not likely to respond well to the prospect of stupid assholes with deadly weapons.

I tend to wonder how people favoring gun rights can think they are being persuasive by acting like angry adolescents and threatening violence against those who disagree with their position. Nasty, aggressive argument against people who are concerned about gun ownership's possible negative consequences for themselves and others doesn't seem to me to be a good tactic to assure people of the good intentions of gun owners. 

What if we stopped attempting to beat each other with our weapons of choice and moved through into a discussion about how to better get along?  Maybe we can each have our weapons to work on practice, to feel safer, while looking beyond those defenses to some shared vision of useful interaction, civil dialog?

wars and attitudes of war

Personally, I don't care whether people own guns or high heels or silly putty. You stay out of my way; I'll stay out of yours. What really irks me is all the unexamined talking points and escalated ire. It ought to be simple enough to understand that people are not likely to respond well to the prospect of stupid assholes with deadly weapons.

I feel like I am watching a debate between the "get a gun" and the "get a law" crowds of revealed lore. As humans I guess weapons and laws as weapons (words as weapons) come to us easily. What if we stopped attempting to beat each other with our weapons of choice and moved through into a discussion about how to better get along? Maybe we can each have our weapons to work on practice, to feel safer, while looking beyond those defenses to some shared vision of useful interaction, civil dialog?

it dishonors real suffering to subsume this victimizing of innocent bystanders, this destruction of nonconsenting, noncombatants casually as collateral to silly arguments of power, to subsume these insane tragedies to some political preference for causes of outrage. If you are concerned about outrageous outcomes of violence, what are you doing to calm, uplift, soothe, lighten, make peace?

I have been thinking about the link between peevish self-entitlement attitudes and capitalism. Certainly such attitudes could surface in a variety of cultural environments; but the capital investment economy social structure seems to be based more on this kind of attitude than most. The idea of taking risk for profit, the idea of encouraging greater production for lower wages from the great majority of the people -- individuals subsumed to their economic role in creating wealth for the risk-takers -- the underlying incentives people are raised on to believe if they fail it was because they did not work hard enough, do not seem to improve our general attitudes toward ourselves or each other.

http://www.depthinsights.com/pdfs/MythologyOfBullets-GlenSlater-SpringJournalV81-PsychologyOfViolence.pdf

A MYTHOLOGY OF BULLETS by GLEN SLATER

all is interconnected

each is territorial

life, death, re-emergence in changed form, a nightmare tarantella

a wiggly microbe dance re-imaged into macro by degrees of the eternal

This culture obfuscates the basics of sex and death -- binds them up in moral outrage

and damnation for the masses to feed upon in maenad frenzy

We expect subterfuge to fuel salvation when all we need saving from is the resultant confusion.

don't be an asshole

I am thinking through a "don't be an asshole" theory of public behavior.  It seems to me that problems of social interaction don't arise from opinions (or guns or drugs or ...) but from people having some idea of entitlement to expressing the asshole in their nature.

PostApocalypse13

epiphany

the crepuscular world knows, does not say

All language is metaphor

Intermingled, light and diminishing glow

the year of prophecies has ended
find my ongoing journey here in the PostApocalypse:


http://postapocalypse13.tumblr.com/

dance into the new year

Enter Dancing

That liminal space

Between my body and air waves

Creates a dance.

Fluid form.

There is salvation,

Thunder from the heavens,

Tears and lightening,

A host, a feast, a conflagration.

There is laughter.

The dance takes me up

In her motherly embrace,

Holds me softly,

Listens closely,

Takes in all my sorrow,

Lets me fly.

Tell me I can dance

The world becomes a mystery

an ecstasy, a history

of all who dance

for the joy

for the taste

of pure enchantment

in midst of the everyday

in this instant every wish

is granted

in the play

-- body with bliss --

of celebration

Bliss enchanting melody

movement in twosome candidly

gliding beyond duality

beyond mundanity

essence of dance

Teach Peace

Dancing in the classroom

Body wisdom

Reaches through neural pathways

regenerates whole to whole

soul to soul

touching life

exactly

I feel you in my mind, my spine

Feel me dancing

elongating muscles

extending connections

Winter Solstice

The darkness descends.

As we cry out for warmth and light

Our voices turn to spirit-imbued song

Our frantic movements against the cold

turn to ecstatic dancing.

We take comfort from each other's warmth

and celebrate the life within

struggling to survive.

'Tis the season to relearn the magic

As we share our heavy burdens

of fear and despair.

Joining hands, dancing 'round the fire,

we raise our sight to the sky

and each day,

the days get lighter.

When Galaxies Dance Together

Startled stars gasp and bow

Great Time takes a break between

"then" and "now"

All of eternity swirls into certainty

then back out into wavicle trance

in the throes of a pose

where it stops no one knows

or whether

forever

Galaxies Dance Together

a bowl of water

Deepest indigo

An image of Goddess dancing with Gods,

deep within the water expressing

transient quality of dance,

expressing moment to moment in body bliss

in deep commitment to the flow

Drink the image, dance to the magic

Feel deeply Feel joy

Streaming in and out of consciousness, I don't know what I know.

I feel,

but fleetingly.

I feel exhiliration and fear. I feel so abysmally sad, so

ecstatically unbound, so small and insignificant, so rebellious and angry,

so tired, so endlessly used up, so guilty, so abused, so resigned, so itchy

to be free,

so overwhelmed, so stagnant, so magickal, so impossible, so

dangerously close to the edge

yet happy to be here dancing on the head of a

pin too small to do other than fly.

There is magic.

There is the ability

to send out energy

and have it return

as your heart's desire.

There is a magical path that will take us there

once we have the courage and grace to find it.

Like the end of the rainbow

with its pot of gold,

it's tied up in koans and hidden between the

dimensions.

The only thing I know to do is dance.

"10 things to do to draw up creative energy"

dance

daydream

worry with logic

delve into feelings

play with words and meanings

take a play journey to impossible possibilities

web surf; idea surf; ride a wild wave

face down a demon to discover your other faces

read of random wisdom

dance!

A confluence of ripples

scoops up objects of prophetic reclamation

(seen smaller in the glass-eye of science)

readies to set off more forceful expression

Elemental reaction

Metamagick metamorphoses

any body's guess

Smooth glide out of cavernous hiding

into buoyant seas

Gala release to navigate (no hesitation) past

history's

sunken shore

-- to explore, forward

-- captivated, not captured

Fleet from soul to feet, swim enraptured

immersed in the only delightfully lighted path

Form flows with function

at last, riding elegant waves

gracefully, recreated

as dance

Lullaby of Light

Ride a stallion of snow to the heart of your dreams

Imbibe the sweet nectar of endless romance

Twirl into the world of magic and melody and dance.

Send out twinkling moonbeams as smiles of delight

Gift us all with love's vision of bountiful peace

Pour out joy that every beauty filled impulse increase.

Find a song that fills your heart

Feel a beat that sets you free

Embrace the dance of who you're meant to be.

Simple Things

"We need to believe in simple things."

She said with a curtsy and a smile

And with that proceeded to

change her shoes and dance.

The wind and the waves seemed to chant

in flute and fiddle and drum

played by the white-robed ones behind her

As she danced out a story of love and remembrance

and, yes, simple things.

So a vision was made to appear

before the hypnotized crowd.

The clock struck backwards and forwards

through seasons and ages

Not of Czars and Wars and Events or Inventions

But leaves falling, snow drifting, folk singing,

birds calling, children laughing, bread cooling.

And soon the crowd became a joyous dancing throng

of beaming folk,

each remembering special moments,

breaths of air on dew-dropped dawns of spring,

or the warmth of a loved one's hand,

or a birdsong.

And she spoke once more before dissolving

into the mist in a warm sparkling glow:

"Believe not in salvation nor sin nor in reward --

we must live as we can,

and believe in simple things."

Mythopoesis

Reality enrobed in symbols

Where would we be outside our trance?

Ecstatic in the sunrise

Open to the rainbow rays

Moving, life within the dance

Each cell, each system, synchronized

Vibrating to celestial tones

Each jagged lonely fragment

Joyfully bonded, created anew

Sent on to chance.

Enchanting

(for Kala Snowflower)

Magical child, the world awaits you

Not just this place,

any world you care to grace,

relate to, turn your lovely face to.

"We love you"

sing the winds, the seas,

the creatures large and small

"We love you always"

Singing and dancing long into the night,

you turn it into day.

Play that haunting melody.

It moves you into dance,

into a chance to name your trance,

to name us all

as we dance before your eyes.

The skies will dance for you,

will open wide their hearts of stars.

Sparkling through the night,

Shining into day.

You play.

All of creation dances to your song.

We dance with you,

creating worlds of joy.

Standing here before you, I want to take your hand

to be swirled up into a magical dancing

to be taken to worlds of beauty entrancing

to give you the will and the wonder to set you free.

Can you see me?

Revelation

Weave into the fabric of a tribe of artistic dancers.

Fall under the spell of pure magic.

Silent night, peace and cold

Imbue me with music

In ecstasy, I dance to the stars.

Rainbow Shop

And she sold me rainbows

dancing gaily 'cross the window

windchimes in light.

And she smiled me daisies

and bursting bright blooms of summer.

And she told me, maybe,

if you're looking in

the right direction,

a miracle may grace your sight.

And I smiled

dancing

into the day.