It is more than a poem… but for some things, normal words won’t do.
I know, words can fail us in such experiences easily. I could tell it was more than a poem, actually, I just wasn’t sure if you wanted to hold that aspect of it private. You got the attention of two of my ancient kin who happened to be here and I could tell this experience, something similar, has happened to them in many ways. Thresholds it seems are always such sacred places on a journey through which to transform and become changed into more of who you have always been.
This wasn’t a private thing for me alone, but part of the Silent Eye’s ritual workshop recently. It was, however, as special for us as it was for those who were there and its mark witll, I think, linger.
Thank you for reblogging, Eilis.
You’re welcome! This is such a wonderful poem with a beautiful message. It greatly resonates with me. “Will they return? Not unchanged.” Indeed. 🙂
It is more than a poem… but for some things, normal words won’t do.
I know, words can fail us in such experiences easily. I could tell it was more than a poem, actually, I just wasn’t sure if you wanted to hold that aspect of it private. You got the attention of two of my ancient kin who happened to be here and I could tell this experience, something similar, has happened to them in many ways. Thresholds it seems are always such sacred places on a journey through which to transform and become changed into more of who you have always been.
This wasn’t a private thing for me alone, but part of the Silent Eye’s ritual workshop recently. It was, however, as special for us as it was for those who were there and its mark witll, I think, linger.
Love that last line… ‘not unchanged’.
Me too. 🙂