I do not question. Instead, I thank you for such sublime, abandoned moments outside of ordinary space/time where we become consummately entwined.
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.
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.
Where are you my Lady? I am missing you. Are you gone from me?
Just know I am there and I shall be. I am where you are not; and yet where you are. I am inside you, outside you. I permeate and I move through every part of your being. You give succur to me as I to you. Just be still my lovely and allow yourself to feel my presense. And sure enough, you will find me.
My Rose, I am like a moth to your flame. To be burned by you is heaven. How can I leave you now, but fate decrees I must.
The first moment I met you, our eyes danced, we both combusted. Boom. I didn’t think about it much until later you gave me your invitation; and I accepted…
…and deeper I went into your invitation until we both combined, entwined, two hearts pervading, permiating flesh, beating and being as one. Now we can no longer be together in flesh, I don’t know what I will do. It is torture. It is agony. But, is rapture, because I met you.
You said to me it is better than to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. Oh my Lady, yes, it be true. I thank God I met you. And yes, in spirit we are still one.
My beautiful Lady, this is all I can do, to share this with you and tell you how much I love you…
…take me to a higher Love.
“Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you’re perfectly free.” Rumi
Image: Gyoshū Hayami