The Fae-Dark Road

Sunset has only just passed by;
I walk a fae-dark road,
evergreens verd’rous o’erhead –
to either side the spear-wall
of berry brambles, nettles, and climbing tea roses
all gone wild long and long ago.

Fading light casts long and deep
the shadow of the Forest Lord
His antlers unmistakable
in what feels like sharp relief

Sunset left long behind;
guides now long gone, too –
my feet and heart now lead the way;
the spear wall sings with small things
make conversation with their fellows –

all still as I pass by.

Heavy human feet,
dank human stench

– unmistakable –

in sharp contrast to the perfumes
of life & joy & all delights
drift honored lilac, treasured rose;
delicate jasmine, & sacred apple grove
whose love songs twine & dance upon the winds.

No torch accompanies my wand’rings;
alone in the greenwood with only tree frogs and the Shadow King
to sing this human child a guiding tune
the shadows pool ’round weary feet,

though Grandfather Moon shows not his face tonight.
Mother Gaia keeps her steady spin,
thrilling in the dance accompanying the music of the spheres.
Great Bear waltzes overhead along the shores of
the Great River Above.

Dizzy and alone
the human child falters,
or is she a Changeling going home?

“Lay, Beloved,
lay beneath twined Hawthorn & Apple trees, so near.
Come, I’ve made a pillow of moss for your lovely head,
Come rest, my Heart,
tucked secure within the sacred grove
protected by the spear wall . . .
Come rest within my heart, Beloved.
Come home, My Love,
come to Me.”

Twirling, foxfire –
will o’the wisps, I do not know
but Knowing Beings, They,
oh yes, they light the way
& yes the mossy pillow is;
& yes, the trees are twined;
I know capricious Fate may play at dice for my life this night;
even so, my soul, at peace, lays down.

I may die;
Or fade into the Other World;
Or live forever;
Or for only one moment more —
Or ever altered in nature or aspect;
it doesn’t matter –
for I lay at peace in my Beloved’s arms.

He is not of this world,
nor,
really,
am I.

REDEMPTION: THE LONG ROAD

You were once a horror, Love.

I remember all too well
the violence you are capable of;

and looking at you now, Delight. . .

looking at you now!
your rage comes out when the weak are threatened;
your conquering mood strikes when oppressors step out
                                     – all boldness.

oh looking at you now!

you are so much stronger than you ever were before,
no more the friend of the demon king,
no more cruel one out to satisfy only himself. . .

What a change you have wrought in yourself, my Love!

So many millennia ago,
the world trembled at your name.
and now?

And now you make me miso soup with black mushrooms;
you say I must get stronger!

And now you fuss over the little dog;
play tug with her, help her chase the deer that come to visit. . .

If only every being would choose to grow into their own best selves,
in spite of their histories.

The sky would mend of its own, just then.

REMEMBER

Remember who you are, the card says. 
Remember you are love.
And I shake my head. 
It's all true. I know I am.

But how to live it when 'to love' 
is a synonym for sex in this world

And no matter how much right relation I throw at this world
I'm still inherently unacceptable.

REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE.

I am Balance, 
I am love, 
I am harmony, 
I am Right Relation.

I am the unstoppable wave of compassion in which
evil is able to become self aware; to grow, to change.

To embrace its best self and fear nothing but the act of fear.

Remember who you are, the little monster says.
It's smile infectious.

It knows you are love.

It knows your superpower is compassion.

REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE.
 

Be love.

Dream Date

In dreams we meet,
and sweetly you kiss my forehead.
The lands beyond the worlds
are safest for our date nights;

And even so -
there is so much work to do. . .
we cannot leave the planets
long to their own devices

Or so it seems. . .