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    Pilgrimage

    Go down into the cave of darkness discover the seedbeds of life seasons of otherness Mundus Archetypus, the surging sea of energies. As flowering plants turn in prayer toward the sun receive the gift of life.  Reflect on this: How at the summit of creation’s mythic mountain grows the center-most mystic tree. Pathways spiral and always there is the mothering abyss of mystery. Consciousness is but a twig or sometimes branch… But don’t forget the underEarth of roots: the tangled nest. Pilgrim, as you ascend stop for contemplation now and then. Dreamlike in the shadows breathe the ancient potencies of night. Feeling flows in heartbeats. Confess if you are green…

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    Fairytale

    In all of the places gray Glimmer Man carried his secret that there is death in life and life in death. A dancer of veils followed his footsteps. A man with a drum arrived at dusk setting fire to the circle of souls. Lovers embraced transforming memory. Out of their kisses grew gardens of Spanish lavender. Angels returned to orchards.  Yes angels. The old were enchanted and young again. Because of this Earth magic withered faces of misery hid forever in the leaves of history. Play of children blew dust and ashes away. In all of the places gray a fairy tale was brought to life. Beauty of the young…