The drought of March has pierced unto the root
And bathed each vein with liquor that has power
To generate therein and sire the flower;
When Zephyr also has, with his sweet breath,
Quickened again, in every holt and heath,
The tender shoots and buds, and the young sun
Into the Ram one half his course has run,
And many little birds make melody
That sleep through all the night with open eye
(So Nature pricks them on to ramp and rage)
Then do folk long to go on pilgrimage,
And palmers to go seeking out strange strands,
To distant shrines well known in sundry lands."
luminous crown, ocean opal heart, hungry nestling, serenity and the fire of peacebelly.
beautiful night. bright rind of moon and emergence, so much light
backstoop hotmilk nightcap with dogs and stars.
franti said if you want to scare away the vampires you need to lead them into the light. the card warned of hungry darkness and to combat malignancy one should Be the Light. light there came with the Lady. green oak black raven red rose the peace of the white moon upon her her energy soft as starlight.
the woman who came for the recycling found my amber earrings in the gravel drive. i helped her load the husks of cargo recently imported from where i have recently been. we all have had these lives full of stories. will i ever learn to listen? from the Grail flows the Now, microscopic pearls liquified into light spilling beginnings.