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FAERY

 

Faery is to me the first and last enchantment. It is everywhere and nowhere, betwixt and between in the gap between this rock and that tree… There exists a luminous land, not quite memory, not quite imaginary, just shimmering and glimmering on the edge of reason that beckons seductively to our wild heart. That un-named, untamed part of us that runs with the wild things. It is in this part of our heart that the two worlds meet, ours and theirs. Interwoven inextricably with the world of form that we know and understand, is the world of the shadow, the numinous, the land of the dazzling fair ones. It is the realm of the ancestors, our connection to the sacred land. We connect to faery and all its beings through shamanic journeying, through blissing and lucid dreaming, and by practicing keeping an open coherent(blissful) heart.

 

It is said in faery lore that only those who are pure in heart may enter the realms of faery. I understand this to mean child-like innocence (Primary Process) and deep unbounded reverence for their earth.

 

 

 

My song swells

From a wildness

Feral, unbound rapture

As one with the woods

Golden mosaic of fallen leaves

This is me.

Musk earth in my nose

Stirring passion, lust grows

Topaz shimmers through emerald

Sun god sparkles on pond

Deep mythic green breathes me

Bewitching my eye, I see thee

Spellbound by society, you see me not

I merge with dragonfly

In the wink of an eye.

I am the wilderness

I inhabit the twilight

Dusk is my dress

The reeds, my hair.

Darkness falls like the wolf

I blend with the night

I cast nightshade

On my wild place

By standing stone

And twisted tree

By ancient mound

And faery rath

I dance the ring

With the wind in my hair

And the earth in my veins

I wear the stars as jewellery

And melt into the gloom

I feel my inner sense aflame

I walk like poetry

Frail as bloom

My magic uncoils

Like the serpent of eden

And my earth desire, taboo, forbidden

Burns like the white hot moon

Moonstruck am I , the hidden

And made of thunderstorm

I am the forest

I am the stag

I am the owl

I am the hare

I am the night

I am the dark stream

I am the mystery

I am fey

 

GYP ROMAY 2005©


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