Blanketed by my mind’s eye
Where Goddess reigns
And all dreams lie
I shall not leave
No…not just yet
For fear my
Heart will forget
I’ll stay crouched here
At Branwen’s shores
Whilst mist and magik
Weave their lore
In here I need not
Hear you speak
To know what’s
Shackled in your keep
I’ve only to look
And feel your face
Here where there is no
Time or Space
Let me drift a little while
And wrap myself in Brigid’s smile
Comfort keeps me freely chained
Where female gift is reclaimed
Tomorrow will wake me
From this bliss
I reach to stop the
Mundane drift
Keep me here where
I am free …and keep
Me always
Please keep me
I hold out my hands
For Her sweet touch
And fill with light
I’ve never felt such
Join me here
Let spirit play
Last it won’t
Another day
I runaway to my castle high
Upon the cliff
Where my mind’s eye
Will blanket me in comfort more
And keep me from the mundane shore
Oakling
Novemer 13, 2002
Our culture has taught us to believe in many ideas which aren't actually real. Exposing these illusions allows us to recover the power to live our lives according to our deepest desires.
In today’s secular environment the two worlds of science and spirituality are alien worlds, distinguished primarily by a deep-seated antagonism in which the principles of spirituality and the pragmatism of modern science exist face to face in a peren
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