Water of Love

Water and Earth give each other form,
without Water, She’d pour dry as sand,
without Earth, She’d rain never to land
without each other, they’d nowhere be

Water is home in cupped hands of Earth,
for She is the chalice from which we live,
while Fire visits only from the safest sight
behind Air’s cool gates does he ever alight

yet that the Four are separate is not so
for Love’s Will binds the above to below,
flowing together: Earth, Water, Air,  Fire
they share the work of that watchful Sire

and Water allows Earth to be Her flow
a supportive sea are richest soils sowed,
the seeds and the roots of great trees,
floating, feed in her denser dark waters

and Water grants Air to stream from afar
currents in the galaxy of the Brightest Star
even informing Him into the mighty clouds
swirling pregnant till swift thunder sounds

finally, Water gives soft sunshowers to Fire
to excite inspiration, from the will to desire,
teaching Him to live gentle upon the Earth
to enchant in kisses all that she has birthed.

The Ache of Earth in Your Dreams

It is difficult to speak the hard truths,
not the truth about someone else’s politics
nor the truth about someone else’s lies,
but the truth about our Earth is hard

that we’ve replaced mystery with dogmatic Ego,
that we’ve disconnected from our birth and death
ignorant of ancient wisdom, indigenous myths,
stories of the underworld and all the heavens

for those have been replaced with psychology:
desires and lusts of Ego struggling to be free
who loves to sing of woe twisted in mortal coil
a vulture without feet to touch a river streaming

The Ego stands here hovering but never moving

seeking the remains of success and riches renown
but in the labyrinth of mind are empty treasures,
never balance, never fulfillment will it ever find,
for it’s severed itself from the roots of the land

and that is the Ego, jealous of the apple tree flowers,
and envious of what remains of Earth’s honey bees,
don’t you notice the Ego inside and outside you?
don’t you feel the ache of Earth in your dreams?

Child to the Stars

I would try to be like the stars,
feet ever sadly upon the ground
I’d look up at that bright family,
a child, truly, ever alone was I;
but I told this not to any soul
and still I’d never wish to tell
that I’m still seeking my own
in moonlight desperate darting
to the lighter parts of shadow
who sing me bits of life and poetry

Your Magic Behind the Veil

There is magic behind the veil we call reality, but one must go through not only the veil, but the gatekeepers of the veil in order to find it. You will have to walk through the walls of your own limitations, the friends and lovers you thought were real but were simply phantasms to counteract fear and self-loathing. You will have to dismantle them all piece by piece, peeling them away as if you were peeling the outer flesh of the onion. You will find it a wonder that all the aspirations and dreams that you thought were so dear to you, were but only reactions to fear and a world that wants you to dissolve within it, with your soul as a sacrifice. You may have to walk away from parents, from spouses, from people who helped you to project a world that they inherited from ancestral pain and misery. To pierce that veil, all you will need to take is your courage and your love to find that there is magic at the end of this journey, and that that magic will always be you and yours alone.