The Whispering Wall

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Wednesday, January 14, 2009

The Castle Rock

This great hill Was once a wave Which froze before breaking. The wind breathed it into stone. Its strong currents Grew solid Into jagged rocks. Then a warm breeze Wove the soft foam Into tufts of grass In which the visitor rests. But when the wind blows And the waves rise And fall on the hill, You... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, January 9, 2009

Voice in the Wind

One night, in a dream, There spoke a voice Which whispered, "Go to the empty field By the foot of the mountain." So strong it was, That I went without question, And feeling tired, I lay down in the long grass, And dreamed again Of the small place Where the mountains merged Into an empty field. There... Sign in to see full entry.

Haunted Courtyard

In the old yard, Little tufts of grass Grow through the stone. Shadows flicker With the wind, Shifting back and forth. Birds once lived here, For this was a garden With small trees. If you close your eyes And listen, You can hear them sing, For their spirits Live in the wind. Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, December 27, 2008

The Sacred Spot

Steep is the slope Under the summit Where the farmers sit In the willowy grass. This very spot They rest in Is very sacred, Where the earth's magnetic force Rises forth like a well-spring, Seldom touched By a living presence. Nothing is planted here. They make this spot A place of peace To visit at... Sign in to see full entry.

Magic Ritual

Butterflies dance Four to a circle All the way up the track Leading through the hill. The sun shines On the little spring. The wet glass gleams, Shining like crystal. They move towards me, But stay in a circle, Urging me nearer To where the spring flows In a cluster of whispers, And the hill... Sign in to see full entry.

Ancient Tradition

Right in the middle Of every vineyard, There stands a tree To keep out evil. Its branches reach upwards Into the heavens, Its soaring spirit Protects small vines. Its roots reach downwards Into the earth, And so it binds Both spirit worlds, The one above From where life comes, The one beneath, Where... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Song for a Friend

I was very much alone Wandering here and there, Not sure where to belong, Not sure anything I said Could ever be heard. I was closed in the dark, Though I hadn't noticed, And then I heard your voice Coming through the grey. A stroke of fate or luck Brought me to you And then you kindly said "It... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

The Flight of Birds

Listen to the morning, The sound of dew Sneaking into the sky And melting into the wind, Like the spirit that's passing away. See the upward rush of birds From the grass into the trees? The transition is complete, And the soul has arrived Safely in the next world. Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, November 21, 2008

Medieval Blessing of a Vineyard

This hill of green Is part of heaven, For in these vines His spirit lives And life springs forth, So let it flourish forever more. The grass is soft, The grapes ripen, For in this hill Stands the great well We all drink from. So let us kneel at each stem And let it flourish forever more. Let the sky... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Strange Occurrence

Strange was the noise Which roused the hotel guest. He looked out into the night And was greeted by a strange sight: Up and down the side of the building, There appeared to be a creature crawling. It was large, like a person With the occasional flash of light. The next morning, he wondered Whether... Sign in to see full entry.

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