Deertime has come and the rafters are as they alway were, thats all I notice, the eternalness is everything, and the beauty of the impermanence the leaves and the cold combine with the warmth, inside like a candle, i hold so much it flows now like the river into the night the spirit of the air is bright, alive, refreshing i pray into the breeze, the faery spirit comes me, the plants speak, and my dreaming tree, I stand there, and where love's berries grow, like Pan he calls in the song, the Gods dance, and we dance along and that is always good, the bounty of all things, the goodness of unity heaven, the sun in the morning, and creative communication all of it speaks an ancient language, just being and going around all our energy, all our love, in tapestries across forever, across so much emptiness all of it, the spirits of the past and present weave giving birth to the truth of the future in the language of dreams the trees speak, the people hear them without knowing called to the parks, to the wild, and climbing in, through vines of poems visions, mannerisms, restoring the old way, the vitality of the here and now nature goddess, is out there, even among the catholic fence, and jutting off across the lake into the far out sky the geese fly through, away more and more colder they say never speak of the weather but theres so much to the alchemy of the temperament of the earth and sky its hard to help myself so i've given to abandon, spilling over it you stand among the plants, arranged by those druids and healers, and rangers, gardeners, knowers, to preserve the nature to inspire the child, to give strength to the spell and zest to the soups those countless soups, invested with love the love which resides in our flowerbeds, the cures which dwell all around us in the forest deep, in the herbs at our feet, a symphony of healing vibes singing silently resides, the fairies keep the secrets of the herbs and the lore is in the sage and the wild strawberries the meadowsweet and the angelica so many essences, the planets, stars, soaring in my soul i move and sort the litter the people gather sometimes, and pray for the lake though it dirty, maybe one day like ramakrishna, kali will restore is original clarity clary sage, and the lovely way all the trees mean things no one can explain but we all feel, leaving our energies and feeling natures own like great logs into time long past alive constantly these treasures rise to the top like the bubbling froth of the cauldron of dreams, just from nature, we bask in this, and because like leaves like pinecones spiralling and springing funny ordered from a branch like no other our impressions on awareness our graceful silence, the low meaningless clatter of everything the chances and adventures, lead us out to the night and live the meaning, of the heart climb the mountain of spirit return to the home, in earth, we are welcome we need have no fear, all we need we have, our souls bestow just live, forget limits, let them come if they will naturally, but simply live and do, and follow your heart otherwise, there is no point to it it may all be illusion but don't let that quench the passion which is ineffable and fills it all with some cozy significance worth the sentiment of the notion of all this senseless doing yet somehow its just crazy enough to work the sky smiles, the earth laughs, all beings feel the wonder together and bask in harmony of the circle of love, the natural laws, are literal the oneness tangible, the story, eternal and complex, all things live and speak and play their part openly, happy to be seen and dance among existence, they no longer feel they are too much above, they feel equal all have their own wisdom, their own way, dogs, cats, trees, people, even individuals among them so many, each with specific purpose, specific path woven in the world sometimes great silence passes over me, it seems like though the words come, really the truth the importance is in something so wordless, all of this is rather pointless, but still it fills its role it is the living of the astral energies which in turn also guide and grow the attunement to that which is really divine, and really spiritual, and isn't really any where lacking kundalini is manifest in all things, the real implications, are truly amazing, but it is unlike any concept we have a steady term for in this manifested society instead it embodies all the terms and guides the spirit to higher and higher levels of action and unfolding, and integration with the divine higher universal self
