The Verdant Path – A Poem for OakBear

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The Verdant Path
By Shining Quill the Unicorn

 

The veil is thinning, my friend
As I hold your hands to comfort you,
I find myself longing to be held by something greater than myself.
I realize that the moments that pass are precious and few,
for this world is leaving you, and a new life is on it’s way.
Strong as an Oak,
Fierce as a Bear,
Gentle as the breeze in the Sacred Grove You worshiped,
Wisdom in unexpected antics,
and wisecrackin’ tales,
fills my mind’s eye,
let us travel this way together, not in fear,
but lust, like fire burning passionate and hungry,
for the next great adventure,
The Verdant Path sprawls out like a winding snake.

Adorned with the footsteps of Ancestors,
the laughter of the Gods blooming brightly from flowers peeking out of vines overhead,
the call of the Raven enticing us forward,
We find ourselves forgetting the worries of yesterday and eagerly looking ahead at the new course,
We are trapped in this place yet we have never felt so free.
The air is sweet and friendly,
We can feel ourselves be enveloped in this dream,
There is no turning back, only ahead at full speed,
and dance together in the knowledge of what this means.
Let’s take this Path together, from this life to the next
Your breath may be slowing, shallow and distant,
Your heard beats like a drum, summoning the vision of what lies beyond this ultimate web.
The Verdant Path now widens and cradles us like a nervous new mother. We have never known such love!

Hail now the Summerlands, the place of our fathers and mothers!
The place of honor to lives worth living and welcome to all who have braved the long winter,
The Gods you loved, whose faces are now finally clear,
Family and friends once departed Merry Meet once more,
Spirit animals of every shape and size dance  about you and perch at your shoulder,
Whispering as the breeze around your head the secret, humanity is not alone and cast aside,
separate and indifferent from each other.
Humanity is as one, whether we like those parts of ourselves or hide in the lies that fill the moments of our existence,
and that reality is so much more than we’ve experienced.
We Pagans are on the Path, the Verdant Path which is ever growing,
Do we bravely step forward and look into the unchanging face of death,
and smile as we surrender ourselves to the Nature that brought us life,
Not cruelly stolen in this moment,
Given to such abundance that we become more  than just humans,
We become Pagans, who life after life, find each other, love each other, fight with each other and continue the boldest story ever told.
Hail the Verdant Path, friend! Let it spiral around you and lead you inwards!

Find now what you need, leave behind what you don’t
Be Blessed and Reborn in the arms of the Mother Goddess,
And be embraced by the the Lord that is Her consort.
I can paint you a picture of what lies before us
It is the new life that has taken deep roots within us,
and cries up from the base of our souls,
We are not these husks of flesh,
Something more,
In the last of your days, you taught me all of this,
and so much more.
On the night of our vigil,
We held each other and spoke of our dreams,
Cried together in the face of our fears, pulling our courage from every reserve,
Gritting our teeth, using our laughter as a shield,
Speaking to only Gods and each other.
We stood immortal as the Free People of the Universe.
We conquered the Dark Night together and face the sun at last!
Great Father,
Great Sage,
My eyes open as I depart the way,
My breath strong and clear,
I am alone now in this room, I am not crying,
I have emerged from death as something more,
harkened by the tide of your passing,
Waves of thought scurry within my chest like mice as I try to comprehend all that I have seen,
Lessons, laughter, and charm ignited in my heart,
Eternal tribute to you, Wise Druid.
The Verdant Path is yours forever, Blessed Be!

 

 

I love you Oakbear. I wish I could have seen you more. Thank you for calling me daughter and giving me purpose in my darkest hour. Thank you for the lessons you taught me about your life and thank you for sharing those tears. You will forever be in my heart and a part of my being. Merry Meet, Merry Part and Merry Meet Again!

It’s Raining, It’s Pouring

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It’s raining, it’s pouring
The kind of weather Thunor finds alluring
He rides His chariot through the sky,
under the Aesir’s watchful eye

It’s raining, it’s pouring
Lord Odin is roaring
In Asgard the Gods are dancing
Thunder and lightening are romancing

It’s raining, it’s pouring
Heimdell’s horn is blowing,
Across BiFrost to Midgard’s mighty mountain top
Dwarves are partying non-stop

It’s raining, It’s pouring
This Pagan is loring!
A story sprung from the mind and heart
Open a book, read and take part!

When Speaking to the Gods

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When speaking to the Gods, listen
Hear Their experiences and mind Their words
A distant memory is but a guiding star to the Truth
on the Mind’s Odyssey among the blackened night sky
Speak to the Gods as children,
Speak plain and recognize your Elder
but Speak to the Gods as Parents,
retelling Your sacred experiences
so that the Gods may live through You
Be each other’s Order and move forward,
Be each other’s Chaos and step backwards,
and join in the Spiral Dance
When speaking to the Gods, listen…

The Memory of the Ocean

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I wrote this poem as an apology to the God Poseidon. It’s actually two poems in one, representing the dance of earth and sea. The grounding forces of logic and reason at odds with the dance of emotion beating within my breast. When I was a teenager, I made a terrible error in judgment. I have boasted that I once yelled at the God Poseidon during a hurricane and challenged Him to destroy me. I thought myself brave for having faced a God, however, I have changed much as a person since then.

I have lived with codependent relationships for most of my life. It began with my father who taught me that I needed a relationship to survive. This may not have been his initial intent, however, I believe he realized it shortly before his death. When he did pass on, I bounced endlessly from one destructive relationship to another. I craved human contact because I felt I needed that ever-present feeling of another person in my life. In reflection of the last year, I realize that those emotions have always been my undoing.

I have been haunted by dreams of the ocean, felt a kinship with Siesta Key Beaches and have always had a passion for horses(whom were created by the God Poseidon). I have been studying about the Sumerian God Enki who I have recently discovered is closely related to the God Poseidon. I want to set right the offense I have caused for the sole purposes of maintaining a relationship with Poseidon and allowing His lessons to flow through me as waves do upon the sand. I wish to master my emotions so they never become my undoing again and so I can continue on my path as a healer.

This poem is an experiment. As I briefly mentioned above, it’s two poems in one. Each representing the eternal battle of earth and sea raging within me. It’s an expression of being a Capricorn (the goat fish) and all that is the existence of one caught between two worlds. May this be the first step in showing respect to one I have wronged. Poseidon, my apologies to you for any offense. I was self destructive and I hated myself because I could not replicate the feeling of safety I felt when my father was alive. I hated myself for not being able to convince him to save himself, for not being able to resurrect him with CPR when he died and for the feeling of dishonor when I dropped out of school to get a job. I no longer hate myself and have forgiven myself in earnest for these actions. Please accept my apology and teach me more about the ocean of feeling within me. Thank you.

 

The Earth and the Ocean have been ripped apart,
Atlantis has fallen, a world grieves at the shock
a sequence of happenings mysterious to the heart,
an amnesia of culture for others to mock
given the shrill and the nature of the screams,
we can only surrender to the feeling of loss
the mind only remembers through a myriad of dreams,
the chasm of water little more than mirrored gloss
Surrender to the sea and dive into the ill,
Shaman and Priest trapped in their minds
When Zeus and Poseidon have enacted their will,
and in eternity’s embrace, the cosmos align
Planet by Planet, Jupiter and Neptune dance,
the blue-star will flow and blossom once more!
and send the Spirit Voyager into Rhythmic Trance
if only a whisper to sleeping children’s lore
This is the tale of the Great City-State,
Atlantis our home!
Taken by hubris and cast unto our fate,
if now only a memory buried deep in the loam.

The Windowless Machine

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Feature image by the infamous Peggy Koch and used with her permission.

Like the many facets of a diamond, the human soul is split. Resplendent at first glance, revealing its self over the ebb and flow of years and memories, and almost too real to imagine within the confines of our mental prisons. Like the joy and pain of life, our lives are reeling about each other. We are not split within ourselves, we are split from each other. Like a machine with no purpose, the driveling gears work against one another in fragile harmony. Conformity binds us, religion makes us intolerant and hate destroys us. When we reflect the truth of each other through our words and actions, do we become the window of our spirits. Uplifted and purposeful. – Kim Frank

A Prayer to Thunor

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Thunor, with His hammer of mighty oak and steel,
this is but a prayer to You about all that I feel,
Stronger than the thunder You conjure from the winds,
I stand here with challenges that have left me chagrined,
In the moment I can not see a path to the clear,
so to you I toast this wine, ale and beer,
grant me strength so that I can fight,
strike me with Your essence so that I may see the light,
to look inside and battle the monsters within,
like a lion facing hyenas upwind,
we’ll prowl together in spirit on the mind’s ceaseless journeys,
and stand face to face when my body fails and I am on my knees,
Thunor of the storm here my call!
Let us together find glory in it all…

Hail THUNOR!

Abyssal Shelf

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For so very long the Moon believed She was the only light in the sky,
the ebony expanse greeted Her every night and never seemed to change.
Each evening the Moon crept from her silver-curtained perched and stared out into the nothingness expectantly,
Some nights the too-far away stars would keep Her company but they could never be held by Her or share in the embrace.
Stars and clouds were only a thought-form, further away than they were actually seen,
but They spoke to Her and told Her a Truth She couldn’t ignore in a voice She could sometimes not hear.
You’re not the only light in the sky although You are now alone,
for nothingness is something in the eyes of the Creators,
don’t despair lovely platinum Goddess.
You’re a lonely Sentry among the blackness of Time,
Fear has been watching You all of Your numbered days,
and partnered with Fear in a loveless contract,
You created the Earth as Your companion because You did not accept this axiom.
The Stars spoke of the achievements of Man as if they were treasured toys on a shelf,
and Your own madness kept You from seeing the precious state of these tiny creatures,
Oh Goddess!
the Moon’s only dream come into being through the power of the Will.
For dreams and magick are more than faerie dust and the whims of Children,
they are the the manifestation of the Will put into action.
Memories of what can be and will be,
thought up on nights when only the shaking ceases.
Chaos for You has never been the next unknown adventure,
for the Moon in all of Her splendor was designed to shine against the blackened sky,
You panicked when You couldn’t find the ground,
but the Moon doesn’t walk, it floats above the Earth like a bird in it’s mysterious flight dance,
but You were unaware that as You slept during the day,
The Sun was the only light in the sky for so very long,
But He was unaware that You existed,
just another Eclipse in the fabric of reality…