Red red Industrial pink dawn Saffron halo of sun Stars sink into cyan blue Half a world in darkness Half rolling into sun with you dreaming. The smell and heat of hair on skin, the sound Of your breathing lulled me like rainfall on a lake – I greet the day recalling you said, “If […]
Category: Paganism
Denial is Violence
Like the silence of those who deny the truth, the silence in Death Valley Nearly denies my being– It is a dreadful void, the white silence of my sister, the moon She is alien, empty, my sorrow, the hurt The Chaste Huntress bound and tied, her mouth taped shut While her own dogs tear and […]
A Truth You May Have Forgotten
There is a moment before the sound the Great Om, Before Siva turned on one foot Before Krishna was blue and Tara green, Before the making of Lucifer, the heavenly war The gravity of heaven and the drifting fire of hell Before the holy breath blew into Man Before Adam’s dream of Eve Before Cain […]
Toward Samhain, for Shawn Morrissey
It would be a lie to say I have no sorrow for the dead I sing to them To steady heart and head. Sorrow, a boy forsaken Sleeps no doubt In the quiet of my bed He cannot be mistaken. Rising to the early light To torpor I awaken, I care for him His Sadness […]
Ouroboros
What the hell was I thinking coming here to Hell, I keep asking myself what on Earth I’m doing here and come up with the same and different answers– Heaven The Serpent devours itself and then looks for more to eat because it is always expanding contracting Thirsty hungry restless alive… Rayn Roberts 9/25/17
Waking in Hell
Hell is an island In an endless sea. The sea is myself, The I-land is me.
Mystery
Sometime before the land turned away from light The wind in the wild mustard slowed The sun, being where is always is, the moon too Twilight and moonrise were in me. Something small and quick sprang and ran. The long grass bent as I watched the urge to chase Corner and kill rise and fall […]
Invocation
In silence older than the sun the desert holds me like a lover needing little, offering nothing but peace– A voice in the wilderness, “There is no lasting happiness Samsara, Samsara.” Darkness older than silence, older than the coyote howl hunting song of the owl bat wing flick, mule deer kick To move and breathe […]
Listening to the Light
And when I came to the place where the old oaks grow I knew why men had worshiped the trees Understanding older than the oak grew in me of the old ways For I had breathed in the belly of the stone when stone was not Had grown in the core of the oak Before […]
