A Child of the Earth

I've been a witch in school since Yule
the sun has waxed and waned
I've met a spirit named Raol
I've touched the unexplained

I've learned of stones of sovereignty
and walked the labyrinth way
The Christians often scoff at me
with scowls of much dismay

But now the flowers glow with love
and moonshine gets me high
I cast a sacred circle
bringing loving spirits nigh

Halloween has come alive
with spirits from the past
It's not a candy holiday
or a trick or treater's blast

All this time I've lived alone
with spirits right next door
Unaware that all along
they were seeking a rapport

There's so much more than meets the eye
life's not what I had thought
Call the spirits; they'll reply
despite what you've been taught

A year and a day, is but a blink
yet, also a lifelong trek
Time is not what we might think
for the "now" is but a speck

The gap between our thoughts
is an infinite ocean of time
If you can quit thinking
without even blinking
you'll find that life is sublime

A calm medication
of psychic meditation
soothes the calamity of life

A short incantation
of manifestation
will remove trepidations of strife

A magickal wand waved over a pond
can scry up divinity's mind
Look at the surface and see far beyond
and know that you're no longer blind

You're one with the rest
of all nature's best
and evil is not what it seems

Mankind's maligned
by the fears he's enshrined
it's the source of his tormenting screams

Know that your birth
was from Mother Earth
you came from her oceans of water

Like all things that sprout
there's nary a doubt
you're purely her son or her daughter

(c)Abra, November 4, 2009

Wow, just wow James...
wonderful.
Indeed, there is much help from the "non physical"....
If you build it they will come.

Thanks for sharing that

every time you post here, i am left wonder why is it that you don't do it more often...

very nice indeed

your journeys are always so magical and enlightening

Before time, before we, before any of us could see.
Here, was this, and this was here, every water a mirror.
Paridise of wonder, stirring her thunder.
Behold the seedings that walk.
For they can talk.
All from a spere of water and air.
With no others to compare.


OK,,it sparked so I wrote,wink..lol
But this was cool.....

Brilliant and the title is fantastic

I see the thunderbolts connecting.

Sparks flying everywhere!

Great write Terry!

~Namaste~

Blessed be

mmm, I'm gonna wallow in this for a while. This is home!