Come, come, I’m waiting for you to come.
Where footsteps softly fall, upon moss covered paths, come, come.
When twilight softly falls, you can hear my call, come, come.
When pale moonlight falls, softly lights up the night, come, come.
I wait in the wood, sorely misunderstood, come, come.
But softly. Softly your footsteps must fall, least you will no longer hear my call. And I will wait in the wood, lonely and sorely misunderstood. For you no longer come.
Images: Krist Mort
Come, come and meet me there, there where is neither. Where reality and unreality merge, where the lines are blurred and crossed, fixed in a point of being unfixed. A gatweway and hole in space/time.
Come, come meet me there, be there until fear prickles your skin, sweat trickles down your back, unable to turn back, let fear give way to Beauty.
Come, I will meet you there.
“For in that solem silence is heard, in the whisper of every sleeping thing:
Look, look at me, come wake me up, for still here I’ll be.”
~ Fiona Macleod
The further we get from the centre of G-d, the more distorted our expression becomes.
…and yet, every filter can bring us closer…
Winter skies will soon cover our eyes, enclosing us deep in the dark.
And so I close my eyes, succumb to the dark, for I know your light burns bright in my heart.
Yuletide In A Younger World By Thomas Hardy
We believed in highdays then,
And could glimpse at night
On Christmas Eve
Imminent oncomings of radiant revel—
Doings of delight:—
Now we have no such sight.
We had eyes for phantoms then,
And at bridge or stile
On Christmas Eve
Clear beheld those countless ones who had crossed it
Cross again in file:—
Such has ceased longwhile!
We liked divination then,
And, as they homeward wound
On Christmas Eve,
We could read men’s dreams within them spinning
Even as wheels spin round:—
Now we are blinker-bound.
We heard still small voices then,
And, in the dim serene
Of Christmas Eve,
Caught the far-time tones of fire-filled prophets
Long on earth unseen. . . .
—Can such ever have been?
Spirit: Now you must learn to look for me in a different way my dear.
Your heart lead you to me before and you became aware of me all around you. Now you must learn to seek me in the smaller crooks and crannies. You must look for me in the in-between places. Find me in the liminal spaces.
Fear not my dear, I am ever near.
I hear your objections before you speak them. It will take time my lovely. Just trust in me. Love me. Dance with me as I danced with you.
Listen to me. Hear me. Touch me. Smell me. Experience me. Learn to see beyond that which you see with your eyes. Be open to me. Let your heart ignight as we burn, yearn for each other, as I know you do my dear, as I for you.
Witch: My Lady. My heart yearns for you. How can I find you here where man’s hand has changed and shaped the land so?
Spirit: Don’t be disheartened my dear, persevere. Remember. I am ever near.