Valley Of Silence by Fiona Macleod.
“In the secret Valley of Silence no breath doth fall; no wind stirs in the branches; no bird doth call: as on a white wall a breathless lizard is still, so silence lies on the valley Breathlessly still.
In the dusk-grown heart of the valley an altar rises white: no rapt priest bends in awe before its silent light: but sometimes a flight of breathless words of prayer white-wing’d enclose the altar, eddies of prayer.”
Autumnal hues brush the landscape once more…
Death paints with such beauty as life force returns to the earth once more to await the arrival of spring.
…the terrifying sense of absolute freedom…
The Meeting Place.
Often I think of you. You are never far from mind.
You are always in my heart. My presence your guiding light. When our hearts are perfectly balanced, we become as one. Together, on that current, we soar.
Empty is my heart. Full of all that is missing. Something so simple as cooking a particular dish that I haven’t cooked for a year and three months. The dead are all around me, or am dead? Who crossed? Me or you? As I smell this food today I really don’t know.
My sacrifice to you.
Photography: Olia Pishchanska.
Seeker: My Lady…
Indeed my dear, I am ever near. I am the presence in the cracks, in between the tracks, I am anything and everything. I am not confined to space and time, I can shapeshift through all, I can exist in all and in all times. But you know it is I when sparks fly, I am the cause and the reflex.
Come to know me in those times. You will learn to recognise me. The eyes deceive my lovely but the heart does not. Follow me there.
And should you get lost on the way my dear, close your eyes, lend me your ears, give your-self to silence; let your being become one with mine. Once there, in the silence, you will hear me roar;
and I will fill you with awe.
Deep peace from the veil I give to you.
Deep peace I breathe gently into you.
Deep peace has my kiss as I kiss you.
Deep peace as I murmur to you.
Deep peace from the veil is my gift to you.
Image: Krist Mort
Image: Olia Pishchanska Dreamcatcher S Glhuo Absu Photography
“Deep peace I breathe into you,
O weariness, here:
O ache, here!
Deep peace, a soft white dove to You;
Deep peace, a quiet rain to you;
Deep peace, an ebbing wave to you!
Deep peace, red wind of the east from you;
Deep peace, grey wind of the west to You;
Deep peace, dark wind of the north from you;
Deep peace, blue wind of the south to you!
Deep peace, pure red of the flame to you;
Deep peace, pure white of the moon to you;
Deep peace, pure green of the grass to you;
Deep peace, pure brown of the earth to you;
Deep peace, pure grey of the dew to you,
Deep peace, pure blue of the sky to you!
Deep peace of the running wave to you,
Deep peace of the flowing air to you,
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you,
Deep peace of the sleeping stones to you!
Deep peace of the Yellow Shepherd to you,
Deep peace of the Wandering Shepherdess to you,
Deep peace of the Flock of Stars to you,
Deep peace from the Son of Peace to you,
Deep peace from the heart of Mary to you,
And from Briget of the Mantle
Deep peace, deep peace!
And with the kindness too of the Haughty Father
In the name of the Three who are One,
And by the will of the King of the Elements, Peace, Peace!”
~ Deep Peace By Fiona Macleod, The Dominion of Dreams Under A Dark Star.