Falling stars Leave splinters in the hollow Of your heart Nakedness standing trees I fill this cup With hastiness and greed When all this ends Do we pretend? Or is it a sign When all things divide We’re left here torn Shattered, tethered Better or for worse An island or a curse I feel the ocean Wash over me Leave me here to bleed I won’t say a thing For in the darkness Is it not your sin? The garden divine Leaves, thorns and vines Hallow ground and halo The Great Serpent Rainbow Yes, I’ll remain here Where I can breathe Where the wind and the trees Sing in harmony…

So here I have traveled Where wisdom fills the air A Shadow in the darkness I struggle to hear “Tales from the Dark Moon” She whispers of “Old Black Bear” Wandering woods Thistle and blade Flower and candles Somethings gone astray Fortnight, and a million years Stars shown brightly, without fear They shined on and on So without scars Until on night Black Bear Found Rage in a jar So the stars climbed higher and higher As so did desire Becoming smaller and smaller Into emptiness and sadness Nothingness transpired Beware of what hides Under hills And in jars In your heart In the closet Near or far Black Bear…

We honor the Goddess by honoring the Moon in her different aspects. We work rituals by the phases of the moon. However when it comes to the Dark Moon, I’ve heard opinions ranging from no magic should be performed to rituals honoring the Crone. The Dark Moon is indeed a very powerful time. There really should be no “off limits” when it comes to this phase. If these phases represent the Goddess and the life of women (and men) then why should the Dark Moon be left out of magical workings? I’ve known very active Crones including my grandmother, rest? I think not! I can’t get the woman to sit…

Recently I had the wonderful opportunity to see my first opera, Le Bome. As I listened to the live orchestra and the singing I thought, life could not be any more exquisite than this. A quite beautiful and powerful performance. But there was a veil over this exquisiteness. At the end of the story we all knew one of the characters would die. Knowledge of this withstanding, as the music climaxed and the character passed I felt tears fighting their way out. I had connected to the characters and their life. I tried to think of cats in yoga poses, whatever I could think of to fight back those unwanted…

Peeking around the corner The day slowly dies Where I stand The horizon mist Swirls in mystery Watching from a distance My memory lingers Shapes and colors Define the moments But they don’t define me Past whispers wisdom As Present smiles Future a mirage A stone in the path I carry with me You said “Let go”. While I tried to hold on You said “Soon”. And I wanted now It all slipped away Into words I said This resolution Into words I could believe If I listened You could hear Next year swirls In the forests and rivers Oceans and seas I can’t capture She somehow sees This resolution…

Most of us are familiar with the concept of Good and Evil. Indeed a few religions adhere to this type of dualism. This philosophy has captured not only our imaginations in art and other mediums, it has dictated how we live, how we view the world and how we view each other. Is the Universe really comprised of “Good and Evil”? Of Karma or the Three Fold Law? In Nature there is survival and there is death. How do we view this ever changing scene of survival? Is the lion “evil” as it  kills the baby antelope? Is the antelope good? Lions have been known to attack people. Antelope, well…

I hear the owl call The wind gathers a howl Cloaked in shadow I hear you I shall not lay I shall not stay I shall not give away What is mine Wrapped in serpants They Whispered blame And the night fell around In droplets of shadow and sound Those demons your friends Strike fear in the hearts of men And their creation of sin But I know you As I know the wind And the rain All that is sacred Turned to shame The Dark Moon shines Like fire and ice Those secrets and lies Hidden well in despise In each of us A sparkle of you In each…

Light the Hill of Tara The dark half of the year Awakens Those that dwell in the hallow hills With flowers and candles I honor you Spirits of the Air Take me on this journey End my mourning Take sadness away Lift the veil of Seperation Of night and day In the dark of the Earth I plant the seeds Of who I want to be Great Goddess Cailleach With her hammer Hardens the earth Turns the night Thins the veil The Crone Now shines Spreads her dark cape To cover the hills Cover the sea Cover me in shadows And I shall remember There is nothing I want There…

The wind grows cooler As I grow older The Earth grows distant From the sun I seek balance Night to the day Everything around me Falling In shades As I grow grey Shadows shifting, moving and lifting Revealing the Moon Yielding To the Underworld And I learn How apples become stars Lighting the night with Promises Full of life

Torchlight Guides the path To the crossroads I ride My companions Honey Pearl and poppy Encased in silver and black Dragons pull along As dogs bark the evening song A message I take with me To the Mistress of Storms I harkened back When I turned the Key Wisdom and faith Grew like daisies And the Sun laughed As I cried her name I knew it then She would be with me So here I ride With all I have A message to give To the Mistress of Storms Turn the sands Echo of time Let the plants grow Let the grain shine In this moment In this torchlight In…