Its very hard to quantify
\nThe druid ceremony
\nIts has a basic formula
\nBut it changes constantly
\nThe philosophy of existence
\nBorn out by those who come
\nA realness of each moment
\nUndeniable for some<\/p>\n
You leave the road and walk
\nTo where the great stones
\nThey all be
\nA flush of brimstone in the east
\nOn every single tree
\nThe West presents its greenery
\nAnd behind an unleashed sun
\nAn orb of amazing brilliance
\nThat really can only stun<\/p>\n
The moles had clearly felt
\nThe pang of winter down below
\nFresh red mounds there in the east
\nThese blind souls clearly know
\nFresh green lichens growing
\nOn the stones where they
\nAre clearly giving testament
\nTo the clean air and the fae<\/p>\n
Samhain ritual about to start
\nAnd many people here
\nRobed and masked friends who were asked
\nThe perspective very clear
\nA cold and frosty welcome
\nA crispness overhead
\nA wind that finds the crevices
\nAs we are slowly led<\/p>\n
Into and around the circle
\nLots of chidren too
\nTwo souls from the canine tribe
\nTake their place to view
\nThe fire thats burning brightly
\nAs our warm breaths heat the air
\nWe all hold hands and meditate
\nOn collectively being there<\/p>\n
This a coming together of strangers
\nWho are friends
\nEnclosed by a ring of ancient stones
\nThat alone just sends
\nRipples through the emotions
\nImagining all before
\nAnd feeling all the energy
\nAnd of being in the raw<\/p>\n
We hear the arch druids welcome
\nResplendent she in white
\nShe calls for peace
\nAs is our quest
\nAnd opens the quarters
\nThe might
\nIt is clear we receive those energies
\nAncestral maybe so
\nBut this is a sacred universe
\nAs all of here now know<\/p>\n
Three ladies clad in flowing forms
\nPerform their lantern dance
\nTo the sounds of magickal music
\nTo be, given the chance
\nOf their blessed transfusion
\nIn astrality and soul
\nCreates in one a purity
\nSo Respecting of their role<\/p>\n
Home made shortbread apricots
\nBread pudding and mead
\nDruidic ceremonial food
\nThat all of us will need
\nThe bard he reads his poem
\nThat searches every ear
\nTo listen and to question
\nWhy we all are here<\/p>\n
Standing with the spirits
\nFeeling them around
\nOnwards to the speaking stick
\nFeet firmly on the ground
\nWe hear from many a stranger
\nWho has become a friend
\nA poem or two to contemplate
\nAnd then for us to send
\nOur messages to those who have
\nPassed blessings via the fire
\nThe druids prayer
\nWe all did share
\nAs the flames licked higher<\/p>\n
All the while the students
\nWere filming as we know
\nVirtuous and decent
\nTheir sincerity did grow
\nClosing off the quarters
\nThen our ho ho ho
\nThe revelation that 70 of us
\nHad shared time which did show<\/p>\n
Then we lit some sparklers
\nAnd The child within us all
\nHeld sway with the fading light
\nThe full moon we did call
\nHer wondrous face apparent
\nAnd her compensatory smile
\nTook us from the circle
\nBack to our home in style.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Its very hard to quantify The druid ceremony Its has a basic formula But it changes constantly The philosophy of existence Born out by those who come A realness of each moment Undeniable for some You leave the road and … Continue reading