a month ago
three emissaries from the green-world
visited in the trees outside my house
a trio of plump white-chested kereru
a confirmation, affirmation
why else come for one day, and never again
except to tell me, there is a story to be told
I know why they came
I know who they represent
we find what we look for
synchronicity occurs when we pay attention
my prayer is observation and question
imagination is my promise and reply
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the sun reflected from a black cat’s eye
the petal of pale flower
the wet road
a blade
a tooth
a shell
an egg
a claw
a seed
a stone
an eyelid
a pool of milk
the back of a shallow spoon
the foam massing on a breaking wave
every day that passes
I am reminded of you
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the green man reaches up
to touch your snow-feathered shoulder
and you hold him in your pale hands
and take him into the dark places
binding him in a lunar eclipse
as you honour the enchanted union
with the son of the land
queen and daughter, wife and sister
you have many names
Artemis, Marama, Cerridwen, Hekate, Rhiannon, Arianhod
they are our gifts to you, whispered into the wind
our way of calling you family
but in the dark
he does not need to know your name
all he needs is the scent of your hair
the sound of your voice
the touch of your hand
and the ring of silver
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you carry our creation and evolution
as a ring on each pale hand
and with every flick of your fingers
you rearrange the past
as you dance
every flip of your skirt shakes the trees
every clap of your hands thunders the skies
your smile is lightning
as you dance
your hands spin the clouds
your hips shake the mountains
and make our seas rise and fall
your feet stamp the heartbeat of our land
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there are nights when you are invisible
and imagining where you are when the sky is dark
is the beginning of all our fireside stories
while I wait in this imaginal space
I shift beyond the tangible
into realms of intuition and myth
darkness turns to light
and every time you return you affirm my trust
the endless cycle of renewal is the beginning of love
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I hear you child – I hold your heart in mine
don’t curse the night – or you will forever ride the darkness
I am here – I am always here – look up – I am waiting
I am giving you time
permanence is illusion – all things shift and return to source
chaos is the foundation – live in the change and shape it
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in difficult times of earthquake and flood
we looked to you for comfort, reassurance
but when we thought you looked away
we placed the blame at your feet
as if you acted deliberately
intervening in our world
to cause us harm
we burdened you, undeservedly
with our fears and hopes
our myths and theories
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she is there, waiting, but she turns her face away
all this week, I hoped to glimpse your promised glory
before today, your face would have been welcomed
it was all romance and possibility
but she turns her face away
I see you, but I wanted so much more
you waited too long to show yourself
all week – going about your business undercover
a beautiful anarchist
you have betrayed us all
and now, she is blamed, the cause of devastation
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you persist
rising and setting
oblivious of our concerns
is it your apparent indifference that infuriates
we couldn’t accept your independent soul
we renamed you madness and chaos
the mother of darkness
the daughter of death
the mad woman
in the dark sky
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not content to worship from below
we built a stair to heaven
we burnt a forest to light our path
we arrived uninvited
and thrust our clawed feet into your skin
you could have shrugged us off
but you took this as a gift
our feet tattooed your face
yet another piercing
to add to your scars
returning home
seeing it for the first time as you do
as you have seen it for millennia
we see why you love it
why you have stayed all these years
mesmerised by our blue pearl
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invisible necessity 