In silence older than the sun
the desert hold me like a lover
needing little, offering nothing

but peace–

A voice in the wilderness
“There is no lasting happiness here
Samsara, samsara.” darkness older

than silence

Older than the coyote howl
hunting song of the owl
the bat wing flick, mule deer kick

To move and breathe not knowing
so simple a truth
is to live in darkness

The horns of the crescent moon
caught in the fires of heaven
tangled in endless night, the sun

gone out–

Here, here it was all along as I wandered
caught between waking and dreaming
bewildered ghost unaware of a star’s death

the truth

Of stars flaring up, smoldering out
as I watch–
and if suns die
is there no end to desire, all the lovers

through these old arms opening
like lotus leaves, beautifully, slowly
suffering joy and pain


There is not lasting happiness here
Oh Wonder, Beautiful One, give peace
Give truth like the sun, a way in a wild dry land.



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 the thorn of the wild rose tore me.
The leap of the hare was in my feet,
Hornet wing, hornet sting were my hope and faith
And when I sang, the raven’s call floated from my beak–
The wisdom of the ages from the mouth of sage and seer is not lost
But hidden… where water wears down rock
The hills hold, the cougar slows, all things rest and are right

Where the trees speak the light.



Celtic History of Druids

Brief History of Druidry