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Dark Night

For you said,
“Before us lies a field of possibilities,
Many colors to trace with our hands.”

So we walked the be-wildering way
And the sun hid its face behind the trees,
The shadows lengthened on the ground
And shelter was not found in these.

For you said,
“The rise will help us see beyond,”
And so we climbed

The rocky hills
Exhausted, breathless, out of time,
The vista vanishes, as horizons will.

For the wanderer,
The space between silences
Suddenly cracks a chasm:

The music of terrain and trail
Unbearably missing,
Made mute in the heavy emptiness
Who haunts the heart of her?

Nameless I will go alone
To the place
Where turtle shells are left behind,

Where the sun cries,
And the woods do not creep,
And wonder what on earth I’m doing there.

Would I turn back
From that raw heart-wrenching road?
Would I name the trees,
Sing to the silence,
Create a cacophony to fill the emptiness,
No longer wander?

For you said,
“The rugged in between
Is a good place to wait.”

But my shell-less self shivers
In shimmering sunset,
Falling now
The first drops of rain.

Fragile and frightened,
I force myself to stay awake,
While everywhere I am not empties out,

Envelops itself,
In the mist goes missing.
Hollow echoes heard where nothing stirs.
And that’s when the silence screams.

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surrendering The Struggle

Fighting what is,
I am undone, threads wound
Fragment, pain tears through somewhere.

Rising, hoping to face nothing but the light,
I try to bargain with my ancestors.
It’s hold-on, keep-going, fall-apart, hold-on,

Solve wholeness like a puzzle,
Scream and flail into exhaustion.
Only then, softly, is each piece mended.

Now, standing still,
Waiting for dawn to break,
I make peace with darkness,

At its heart the hidden colors,
Dormant but alive,
Allow and shape the haunted and disowned.

I learn to love them,
My broken pieces,
Before the rising sun.

I walk by my shadow,
Insist on it,
Warm and needy.

That is courage,
To hold out hands and welcome
This still, searching night.

It knows my name,
Hears my cries, sees my scars,
Enfolds me like a child in its arms.

I let go, helplessly falling,
Tenebrous now, tumbling through silence,
I, like latent color, shine unseen.

And suddenly sky bursts open
With nascent golden flame,
Lightly, I soar, become a shooting star.

Rite of Passage

Every cell within me comes alive, I am,
With nothing left to grasp but the truth I find inside, I am.

I feel, I act, I let go, entrust my life, I am,
Familiar faces are those of strangers in this long enduring night, I am.

In joy and pain I cry, I am,
I face my fears stained red with blood, yet never have I been alone, I am.

Three times I walk the circle of the ancient ones and the fires in my eyes still burn, I am,
Somberly I journey to the center, to meet the maiden, mother, crone, I am.

As fragile as a child, led in darkness hand in hand, I am,
All around me fierce and wild, before the Rífhéinní and the sidhe, I am.

Ignoring such as fear, for rooted tall and surely here, I am,
I do not move or cast my eyes away, intrepid though not entirely prepared, I am.

The kinship of Brighid’s household, dare I seek to claim, I am
To face the Cailleach under Nuada’s watchful eye,I am.

In the world beyond the world, I forge the measure of my name, I am,
As from the depths of me begins to rise a strength I never knew was mine, I am.

I, who pass the trials of the sidhe, I am,
Held within the mystery of land and sky and sea, I am.

Awaking deeply moved, brightly shining, I am
Overwhelmed, in gratitude to those who sought to my becoming, I am.

Full of awe and wonder at the dawning of the day, I am,
And for all I’ve ever been, I will never be the same. I am.

Beltane Eve

I sing the tenebrous tale of night, land of nod
And the nocturnal cricket to its chanting

Gently take reign of the twilight day
Away the glaring fire of the sky yonder flies

Casting peaceful shadows
Where upon evanescent waking drift away

And solitude in its silent walk subdues the endless chatter of the world
Stilling all that once scurried in the frenzied sun

That internal chaos still lingering in the depths of you
From eternal darkness starts to surface

Night knows The spirit’s yearning, secret and longing
Penumbral and reaching, where no light burns

In me the starlight dwindles to black
Visible now nothing but the pupils of their eyes

Save for where vast folds of emptiness
Shine beyond wisps of old mist, dispersed and demure

I weave the journey of the shining ones along their pathways
Through the hearth fires of That Which Watches

And once every moonbeam mine has gone to rest
Freedom behind the shield of night safely stirs

Over the stilled and the hushed and the haunted
The freedom fog crouches undaunted

I sing the rain, I sing the sky
To rise above, to fall, to fly

And I drop the golden leaves
They, like tears, swirl through their falling

I do not sing the leaves to rest
For like a mother who’s lost many children

The earth will gather them expiring
Molding them to herself with her breathing

Melting into greens and greys
I’ll be made whole, once more come home

Brought to the center of an essence which never runs dry
My pain forgotten in moonlit arms

The only voices are of we
Dusted darkly from the very beginning
Free and sharp and clear

I invoke the mercurial mystery of being
Shapeshifter with no name

Who’s child blossoms life anew
Glistening in the predawn like the dew

Whose hollering shadows in the hunt
Dart across open planes of stars
And what dare linger there to catch, is ours