THE LOVELY RAIN
The lovely rain –
Its breath is music
In the chapel pines.
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What we have left
Of what is done
Is debris.
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The lovely rain.
Chapel pines hum,
Eyes closed and swaying.
Cool is the air.
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Posts Tagged ‘Wales’
The Lovely Rain
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged landscape, nature, Poetry, rain, Wales, weather on March 11, 2020| Leave a Comment »
Chapel Oaks
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged consciousness, Gosen Chapel, landscape photography, light, oak trees, Poetry, spring, time, Wales on March 8, 2020| Leave a Comment »
CHAPEL OAKS
Scattering dark fingered roads
Across bright dazzled morning.
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Jackdaws coming and going
like second thoughts.
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Snow picks out the distant hills
As if they were unattainable heaven.
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Cold clouds drift on slow sunlight.
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The in-dwelling silence is a song
Stretched out to eternity.
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It is what the red kites,
What the ravens, wheel and dance upon,
Uplifted by delight.
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The pain of frozen air
Is how we know
we are alive.
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CHAPEL OAKS (2)
A murmuration of starlings
A murder of crows
A ricochet of jackdaws
A damnation of preachers
A singing throne of oaks.
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The bones of the snow
On a bitter wind.
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March morning sky
Churning the bright butter of glory.
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The hands of trees reach out,
Shaking in eternal prayer.
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Storm Wind
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged art, landscape, landscape photography, language, Poetry, rain, storm, thought, time, Wales, Winter on February 28, 2020| 1 Comment »
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STORM WIND
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We cannot outrun the storm wind
We cannot outrun the rain.
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Between the lines appear the shapes of other letters.
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The moment the tongue finds a shape to express a feeling.
The moment the feeling swells, a flower
Of song blossoms out.
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We cannot outrun the swollen river
We cannot outrun the racing cloud.
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Every thread laid and lost within the weave.
To hold one thought, just one,
When the roaring chord that rocks the pines
Sweeps the world away in ragged tatters.
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We cannot outrun the world of sorrow
We cannot outrun this tide of time.
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The meaning here
Is not the meaning
We seek.
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We cannot outrun the storm mind
We cannot outrun the candle’s shadow.
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Oracular Message
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged annwfn, art, awen, bardic, biosphere, landscape photography, message, metaphysics, Mynyddoedd Cambrian Mountains, mystery, nature, Poetry, prophecy, storm, the dead, the numinous, time, timelessness, transformation, Wales, weather, Winter on February 21, 2020| Leave a Comment »
ORACULAR MESSAGE
In the woods, in the green wet woods
The dead are waiting with their songs.
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They have longed for their flesh and they have forgotten.
The rivers are full of their passions.
It is a cold steel desire, a lust like winter.
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It is gone now, subsided into multiplicity,
The tracks lost, the flash of prey in the bushes,
All become unintelligible like a valley dissolves in driving rain.
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But the dead are waiting there with their slim fingers
To crack open your sight, to break open your eyes
The release the hawk of your mind, the hungry raven of your heart,
The river of your reason.
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This is for you, a prophecy for you
Because you have read these lines,
Because of the intersections of the stars,
Because you are nothing but this,
About to be forgotten, about to be lost.
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The dead are waiting in the woods, singing and dancing,
Forgetting everything.
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You have dreamed enough.
You have destroyed enough.
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They slide between species, have no regard for distinctions.
They breathe the matter ejected from shuddering galaxies into the void.
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These words are not for you
But you must remember them and pass them on.
They are for the last one who leaves.
Who turns to flick the light switch
And with a small smile steps into darkness.
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Tell them the dead are waiting in the green mossy woods.
Tell them to listen for the sighing song
For the surprise of pine scent drift singing storm winds.
Tell them to remember the small things,
The notions that eat worlds.
Tell them the dead are waiting
To take them home.
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Winter’s path
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged landscape, Mynyddoedd Cambrian Mountains, Poetry, rain, time, Wales, weather, Winter on February 17, 2020| Leave a Comment »
WINTER’S PATH
Bleak wish is winter’s path.
The flat of its grey blade
Knocks us senseless.
Long months, we huddle
Half dreaming here.
Things will return to how they were,
Is a truth and a lie.
Though there are those
That shall never know.
The long wind has died down now.
The river’s roar returns to whisper.
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The Cloud
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged art, landscape, language, Mynyddoedd Cambrian Mountains, nature, Poetry, silence, Wales on February 2, 2020| 1 Comment »
THE CLOUD
The cloud is on the hill.
Words will come.
What the stark trees say.
What the rivers say.
A wood pigeon
welcomes the warm rain.
I have been away,
but returned to this silence
where the words are old
and make themselves.
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Day Dissolving
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged art, Autumn, consciousness, Haiku, Haiku-ish, landscape, landscape photography, Mynyddoedd Cambrian Mountains, Poetry, rain, Wales, weather on January 4, 2020| Leave a Comment »
DAY DISSOLVING
Falling waters,
thread white,
tumbling.
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from that small distance,
the wheeling raven,
soundless.
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So woven together
are the layers of the day:
a plaid of wind ripples the lake surface,
as if it were about to say something.
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we shall dissolve
from light
into light.
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slowly, slowly
down the side of Y Garn
roll clouds
mixed with sunlight.
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the view
slides sideways
and is erased.
there is a new silence
that comes
just before the rain.
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this season-
a balance point
clustered at branch tips.
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we shall dissolve
from light
into light.
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on dark smudged slopes,
the shout
of purple heathers.
a scree of broken moments,
small enough
to commit to memory.
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falling waters
woven together.
moments such as these
make and melt worlds.
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we shall dissolve
from light
into light.
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Awen
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged art, awen, bardic, consciousness, dream, landscape, Mynyddoedd Cambrian Mountains, photography, Poetry, Taliesin, Wales, Winter on December 30, 2019| Leave a Comment »
AWEN
Awen in the deep floating night.
Awen in the river darkness
Awen in the drops of rain
and the wordless cool vessel of being.
Awen in the scent of wood smoke
and between the lights and between the shadows.
The seesaw of the world,
this fragile weight of balanced moments
haunted by what has gone and seeded by thought
not yet flowered, not yet fruited.
The seed within the cell,
within the roots of blood
and the roads of time.
We are within. We are within.
The awen, our eternal passing breath.
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Dhrupad 23: Pema Özer in autumn drift
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged art, Autumn, going slow, landscape, landscape photography, light, metaphysics, Padmasambhava, Pema Öser, Poetry, taking time, time, transcending time, Wales on December 26, 2019| Leave a Comment »
DHRUPAD 23 ( Pema Özer in Autumn drift)
Slow slow slowly now
slowly now taste the shapes the sounds as they form
as they fall as they flow slow with the colours of autumn
slow the autumn falling slow to mists and coming going coming mists
slow no need to seek the means the meaning to move on.
Sun will not set sun will not rise sun standing still at midnight at midday
as if as if that sage, enjoying his beer enjoying the warmth of a lazy afternoon
dusty road in the mountains distant waterfalls sheep bleating
stop stop stop the sun and hold it there, slow slow to savour moments
out of inside of within wrapped up in time time time, the breath slow slow,
the words slow slow, the same the same the same, but not exactly not precisely,
not a landscape flickers by a landscape moulded forgot seen forgot seen seen
inhabited become sun-filled,
and the trees all autumn and slow breath, fall of leaves and drifting mists
and star-filled, star-filled, the river roaring darkness like that, like that,
that is like this, like this, slow slow unfolding with no end a measured walk
a stroll another beer,
watching time relax
and stay a while
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