Still on the subject of ‘time’ which seems very appropriate in the moments we are living through and how events are currently playing out on our world
Suspended in the illusion of Time
Future and past tightly woven as one into the tapestry of destiny
Ancient tales from the scrolls of life etched onto reality
Manifesting into dreams and desires that were once only that
Time lines changed by those who weave the web
But tell me, was it woven from the inner realms of my subconscious?
Or do the starlight worlds pull silken threads tight around my soul?
Tightening still as known worlds fade to grey, disappearing before heart and eyes wide open
The Roaring Lion goes unheard as amber sunlight reveals the Serpent Path
And the Howling Wolf casts shadows of silver and blood upon my life
I reach and grasp the thread, allowing the tide of destiny to flow within my heart
The night sky becomes an open book for this eager clay born infant
The words have always been written, yet read by few
Only now can I even begin to read between the lines
Yet who are we?
Us who hide inside this human form and dare to sip the Cup of Life, innocently unaware that it is we who are the Key?
That which is sought
When Time unfolds, our future surely was always written by the Star of Insight and our paths already sacrificially trod by Messengers of the past
Past and future only now become one and the unseen becomes the seen to those of The Way
Shame on me for I have not updated my poetry and story telling site for ages, so its about time I did just that and remedied the situation! So therefore talking about time (and how can we get away from it even though it is an illusion); this poem is all about time…..
A soul drifting in the universe seeking the pathway home.
Nearer and nearer yet further away; wanting the comfort of home
Yet still seeking alone, swathed in the bubble wrap of time.
Only the stars keep vigil for guidance home.
Only the sun and moon to light the way.
Drifting in a dark void of perpetual timelessness waiting for the corners of time to converge.
Desiring of acceptance.
Wanting to leap through the portal of night yet bound by unvalued earthly ties;
Binding as heavy as gravity,
Laden is my soul; a creature of flight, caged.
Once plucked from the midnight skies by the mocking hand of destiny.
How could this be?
Who has bound this soul?
Come oh timeless flight!
Come swift wings!
And release this soul.
Let drift amongst the stars and grasp the flight of time.
Let play with the stars, seek council with the moon and glory in the shadow of the sun.
With sword so swift I pierce this heart that once I owned,
And so shall my blood seep upon the earth where once I trod.
The dark silhouettes of the bare willows were a stark contrast against the warm glowing orange of the winter solstice sunset. The barren fenland landscape had come alive with the burning, golden tones of burnt sienna and yellow ochre and the cool dark waterway slicing its way through the ancient land was suddenly transformed into an underwater fire. It was cold though, yet I hardly noticed the teasing chilling winds on my face, hardly paid heed to the cold icy soil beneath my feet.
I had come to this silent lonely place beside the waters, surrounded by the willows, as I always do at this time of year; the time of the winter solstice. I had silently walked along the winding riverbank for three or four miles to reach the place of my choosing, the place where I would cast my circle to celebrate the solstice and to pay homage to my gods. The day had been stunning, so warm and sunny for this time of year. The winter sunshine had uplifted my soul and warmed my heart with thoughts of brighter days to come. I had bought with me warm homemade soup and a flask of freshly made black coffee. It would be a welcome treat after the ritual, a treat I would relish.
When I had arrived at my chosen spot I had sat and meditated on this special time of year and on the ritual I was about to perform and where I now was, on my own inner, intimate journey through life. The mood had started to build; the energies usually well hidden in the fens had started to rise and to fill my soul with expectation and wonder. I gazed around me, wanting to remember the scene, to etch it on my memory for all time.
In front of me was the grassy riverbank, still fresh and green and verdant, sloping gently down to meet the hypnotic lap lapping of the water’s edge. Behind me grew a line of three fully mature willows, old and craggy, gnarled with age. Behind them the land dipped slightly onto a freshly furrowed field. On the grassy bank in front of me two sapling willows had grown up and together with the mature willows behind, had formed a natural circle, enclosing me, encasing me in their world. And of course the river itself, serene, dark and mysterious; the lifeblood of the fens, providing sanctuary to numerous species of ducks, swans, dragonflies, herons, water voles and many other creatures.
I sat in silence, meditating for several minutes, breathing deeply, and gradually letting go of my everyday life, soaking up the energies and tuning into the atmosphere around me. I had sat like that for some time before noticing a slight breeze, the wind rustling on my face; reeds and grasses whispering, calling. The voice of the wind I thought, till suddenly, another sound came to my ears, a sound from another place; of voices not know to me. I shivered involuntary and startled I opened my eyes and looked around me.
Eerie otherworldly sounds seemed to echo in the breeze, calling to me on the song of the wind; sounds that came to me from afar, from another realm, from a strange and different world, filling my head with dark whisperings and shadowy illusion. Or was it just my imagination intoxicating me with wondrous fantasies?
I wanted to get back to my rite, wanted to re-focus, wanted to drink in the full beauty of the scene, wanted to remember it, wanted to be there forever, wanted to become part of the magic itself. I never really wanted to leave this place, I thought and I thought it time and time again.
And “They” listened….
I had cast my circle, had called the directions and welcomed the Elementals into my world. I felt at peace, felt at one with the world and with nature itself. Water was part of my nature; I had always been drawn to its ever-changing fluid form, always wanting to dive deep into its hidden depths, to unlock the mysteries to be found there. Now here I sat in the middle of my circle in a trance like state slowly going deeper and deeper in – into the depths.
The bare willow branches creaked in the wind and from further up the river a swan flapped its huge snowy white wings and called out to its mate. I felt small and insignificant, a tiny part of a vast ancient landscape. I felt mesmerized by the energies here, gradually becoming a part of this watery world. Then suddenly from somewhere afar, another whisper on the wind; surely not my imagination this time, surely no disguising those whispering voices now. But how could it be? No one else was here and certainly no one from my world knew that I was here.
The Elementals knew…. hadn’t they joined me in my rite; hadn’t I invited them in?
I instinctly felt alarm bells ringing in my head and although I wasn’t really too concerned at this time but I knew it was time to leave. The sky was darkening now and I realised it would be nightfall before I reached home. I concluded my rite, dismissing the directions and closing down. I did not hurry but I was aware of the rapidly glooming sky overhead, the closing in of the landscape and of the night-time spirits dwelling just out of my vision.
But still something wasn’t quite right…a voice…a whisper.…a chill…a cold hand laid on my shoulder? I tried hard to take no notice as I made to leave, picking up all that I had bought with me, ready to depart. As I started to move to the edge of the circle, a realisation was slowly taking shape in my mind. I felt trapped, sluggish, paralyzed, was totally unable to move an inch. I glanced down and to my utmost horror my feet were somehow sunken into and embedded in that cold, dark earth, they were heavy, leaden, were a part of this dark landscape.
What was happening? It was getting dark and very cold and panic was starting to set in. Then, those voices again, nearer now. Whisperings on the breeze and in my ears.
“Listen… listen… listen to the voice of the breeze and to the sound of the waters, listen to the song of the Sylphs and see the dance of the Undines. Do you not remember, have you forgotten how your wish was granted?”
I looked down at the ground, looked to where my feet should have been and saw roots, gnarled, woody, thick roots. I felt my arms outstretched over and around my head, falling gracefully around my body as bare winter branches. My body, heart and soul were now the heartwood of the willow.
It was then and only then that I started to remember. Started to recall what really happened on that riverbank, on that winter solstice all those years ago. Yes, I do remember now, oh so well; my memory lost upon that riverbank, when I once belonged to another world, is starting to clear again…
….and so I had finished my rite, had packed up in readiness for my journey home along the towpath, along the riverbank. Looking upwards I noticed that the skies were already darkening and a chilly wind was starting to rise. As I went over towards the grassy slope leading down to the waters edge, to say my farewells to the water creatures, I somehow tripped, skidded in a furrow and twisted my ankle. Acting quickly and instinctly I plunged my foot into the icy waters hoping that the coldness would keep any swelling at bay until after I had safely made my journey home.
Suddenly, from out of nowhere and taking me completely by surprise, cold, icy, waiting, wanting hands reached out from below the water’s surface and grasped me, oh so firmly around the ankles, hands I knew belonged to beings far older, far more ancient than any I had ever known before. They wanted me for their own; they desired their offering. Wanted what was rightly theirs.
They held me tight, they hurt me, their muddy, filthy talons dug deep into my flesh, ripping and tearing. Faces confronted me from below the icy waters; faces belonging to other worldly beings that no human would ever wish to encounter, let alone see. “Be careful what you wish for” echoed inside my head as I struggled for survival, for my very own life. I had summoned the Elementals and they had come, I had wished to stay there forever, hadn’t I and they had listened. They were not kindly, not protective; definitely not what I had previously envisioned calling to in my rites. They were ancient, dark and fearsome. They felt and stank of damp, decaying death; they had, over the centuries consumed the hapless souls of all who they had ever caused to drown in these cold lonely waters. Their darksome faces wore the expression of a greed, a hunger, a desperate need born from an eternity of luring and feeding on human souls. They were the Undines, the elementals of water and I was theirs and take me they would. Of that I had no doubt.
I struggled, but to no avail until a kind of tranquillity started to engulf me, that kind of drowsiness that comes before the moment of falling asleep when one is still just awake. Sleep, how I wanted to sleep, to rest, to dream and then to awaken safely at home, for this surely is just a dream, a trick, a nightmare. Mortal consciousness started to slip away from my body. In that dark, cold, lonely place, I started to accept my fate, I knew this was it, knew this was the end. Knew that what would be would be. I would be found in the morning, bloated and lifeless in the river, tangled in the reeds.
Then suddenly just as my mortal life was slipping away, just as I had given in to those ancient beings of the fens, a wind, a breeze began to play on the watery surface of that loathsome river. Sharpe, biting razor blades of icy air slashed into my body. Malicious whisperings of the Sylphs who should have been beautiful, should have been graceful, should have been inspiring, but in reality were loathsome and nasty, they spat out lies with hot rasping breath, they rid the lungs of its very life force and they fed tirelessly on the thoughts, the souls and on the minds of humans, of mortals. Our thoughts, our ideas had fed and inspired them over the centuries. They had caused the demise of hundreds and thousands of lost and lonely souls. They had ripped out the minds, stolen the ideas of those folk who had dared to enter their domain, dared to wish for the breeze on their face or for the wind in their hair, dared to wish for freedom, dared to let their spirit fly on the winds.
Now they had me, were tossing me between them, were having fun with my limp lifeless body. They were cutting me to pieces, were inside my mind, had hold of my intellect, had filled my lungs till they wanted to explode…
….until… until from somewhere deep inside or maybe from a long way away, at this point I really did not know, did not even care, but questions, I heard questions, a bargain from beneath the icy depths, from out of the frenzied winds. I was being offered an alternative, a way out
“Stay here they said, become immortal, become one with the willows. Dare to enter our realm, dare to enter our domain, you will pay the mortal price, you will become the Willow. But for one day a year we will set you free to live as you did on the day you came to us, the day you wished for your never-ending life with us. That is our bargain and in return you will serve us, you will become the guardian of the Willow Grove. Real nature is cruel, we are cruel. We have no conscience. Take it or leave it, the choice is entirely yours”
………and so my friends that is how I became destined never to leave the willow grove, destined to spend eternity by the riverside, encaptured for all time by the soulless elementals who dwell there, upon that river bank, playing out my last day as a mortal every winter solstice, until the setting sun, the darkening skies and those whispering voices claim me once more as their own.
We stood on the shores of time, you and I and gazed into the sunset as time ran out….
And yes we did finally meet as the tide turned crimson at sunset, just as you said we would. Yet it was your haunted eyes that glowed deeper than the tides; eternally like garnet flames……..you were silent, quiet and even though I hardly knew you I knew something was wrong. You knew something more – what was it? Was this the end or just the beginning? Your face did not change; you just stared into eternity as if it was our future you saw on the horizon. The last day on earth; we knew this time would come; for everything we had ever known, loved or believed in had led us here to this frozen point in time.
But what now? How can this one moment become our future? You knew so much and said so little and I clinging on with an insane urge to survive still knew nothing. The sunset faded yet your eyes still burned and I knew at this point that I would never, ever see another sunset again. Why had I not seen your garnet glowing orbs before, those fiery orbs that now told me who you truly were and why you never shed a tear for the very last sunset here on earth?
I began to hear a distant roar and a tremor beneath my feet; everything around was rushing past me, memories, movements, actions, people, all going, all fading as the ground gave way and I found myself suspended in a time that never really was. I looked around in the gathering darkness, where were you?
Am I dreaming I wondered, was I to wake up safe and sound in my bed, still loving you yet never having known you for real. Or am I really riding the waves of time waiting to cross the threshold into your world. But where were you, where was the sunset we gazed upon? Where was that shore and why could I no longer sense you by my side?
And now I could no longer see those glowing orbs as the winds and the waves consumed me in a deep vortex of uncertainty. I craved the fire for myself; I craved to see your eyes again as the rains fell upon a land that no longer existed. Tossed upon the winds of fate I somehow held on until eventually the quietness came and I realized that yes this was the beginning.
And when all winds and rain had ceased and the quietness came upon all, I saw again from out of the dark skies, those two shiny red orbs seemingly coming towards me; those garnet, glowing orbs I knew so well. So I was not alone after all I thought and waited for your whispering voice beside me, a voice that filled me with hope and comfort. Yet it never came…. For as i peered out into the midnight coloured sky I saw indeed those bright orbs, shining side by side, orbs of hope, orbs of the future; beautifully placed side by side, the new twin planets of a new universe.
It was a blistering hot day in late June; she sat in the soft sand dunes staring out at the sea, mesmerized by the sparkling waters. This east coast seaside town in England was buzzing with life and noise and she had happily abandoned her companions to it.
Two days in a frenetic atmosphere of very loud music, unbearably hot bars and little sleep had taken their toll. Now all she wanted to do was to find solitude and magical connection.
Her companions had gone off searching for yet more social activity, but she was in no doubt as to what she needed. She risked their disgruntlement when she told them she was staying on the beach. She needed to be cleansed, made whole, to find her balance and above all to simply connect with the natural forces around her.
As she sat staring out to the sea the words of a ritual started to form themselves inside her head. The rhythmic sound of words danced within her brain like the tide foaming over the waterline pebbles. She was the only person on that stretch of beach and the feeling of solitude was amazing. The vastness of the emptiness permeated her soul and filled her very being with electricity. Still the words kept coming, tumbling over themselves like the tiny riplets of water on the seashore. She took off her shoes and slowly stretched out her toes allowing the warm sensuality of the sand to softly slip between them.
Standing up instinctively to gaze upon the glittering horizon she took a deep breath of the warm, salt-laced air. After a few soothing breaths she deliberately made her way over the golden baked sand and down to the shoreline. Standing at the waters edge she let the cooling, cleansing ocean refresh and wash over her bare feet. After a few minutes she bent down and began to inscribe a circle on the damp sand, etching over into the very sea itself. When she had finished she stood up again and looked at her work.
I am in the centre of my world, she thought, I am standing in a liminal space of my own creation, truly between the worlds of ocean and earth. The power of the four elements all around was so strong that calling the quarters was totally irrelevant to her. She stood at the centre of her circle simply acknowledging and honouring their presence.
Air, she took a few deep, slow breaths and filled her lungs with it’s life giving properties. Fire, she held out her arms to the radiating glow of the fiery star above her. Water, gentle lapping at her feet, cleansing and renewing her life. Earth, she sank down onto her knees and picked up a handful of golden pearls, grounding her whole being in doing so.
It is all here, she thought and I am Spirit caught in the centre of this web, not only in the centre of this magical circle but deeply caught in the web of life itself.
Knowing that the power not only comes from deep within, but also from the connection found with the four elements and the magic of the natural world itself. And her knowing of this was all she needed as she began to cast her spell……………….
……and it happened to me on that very hot summers day 🙂