Awen's Sight
In the night, flows the Sight:
Star of awen,
Song of sleep,
Sleep of spirit.
Sight grows, dreams run to the sun.
Secret inspiration
Darkened illumination.
Out of the darkness, shines the Star,
Flowing ebb,
Dancing glow,
Hoping far.
Sight waits, dreams pause in the clouds.
Burning potential
Yearning conception.
Out of the starlight, breathes the Song,
Rushing calm,
Dancing low,
Touching strong.
Sight weaves, dreams pace in the sky.
Bursting melody
Chaotic hymnal.
Out of the song-dance, earth, she Sleeps,
Lulling peace,
Dancing slow,
Ebbing deep.
Sight wings, dreams place in the stars.
Embracing silence
Discerning wisdom.
In the night, flows the Sight,
Spirit of sleep,
Sleep of song,
Awen of stars.
Sight knows, dreams become the sun.
Inspired secrets,
Illumined darkness.
~ Eadha Deora
The Fado And Me
I try to express my love so frequently,
Through a babble of words, strung together
In a bumbled desire to disclose it’s secrets.
I forever explain to people it’s nature,
It’s meaning, it’s possibilities.
In totally the wrong language…
I try to convey how my soul is sung,
How my feelings are blasted out,
Through speakers and headphones.
I try to ensnare others,
In its cerebral trap.
Despite my difficulties,
My lack of knowledge,
I try to tell of this soulful journey.
But it is so difficult,
To keep myself from slipping
Into totally the wrong language…
*Escuto o fado,
Por meu prazer.
Sinto o fado,
Em meu veias.
Se Deus fosse uma canção,
Seria um fado.
Este música do fado
É as palavras da alma.
Ouça-o e seja espantado,
Eu prometo.
Você deve escutar o fado,
Mim implora de você!
To be carried by the voice,
Of a foreign land,
Is an honour more than I can express,
With these simplistic constructions.
In totally the wrong language….
(*I listen to the Fado, for my delight. I feel the Fado in my veins. If
God were a song, he would be a Fado. This music of the Fado, it is the words
of the soul. Listen to it and be amazed, I promise. You must listen to the
Fado, I beg of you!)
~Thimble
Indefinite
Do you know how it feels to the have the energy of Gaia
In your blood, coursing your veins to your heart?
The rhythmic beating of her heart felt in your body?
No?
I have, and I will tell you this now, beautiful feeling!
There is no control, just the most incredible feeling of freedom,
Freedom to love, freedom to care, freedom to be!
I am indefinable, because in me lives the life!
~Rozie Dreamweaver
Dance
Falsehood lingers
In the hearts of men.
No more amongst the trees
In the wilderness unleashed.
Why not stay and play?
Dance in the dappled light
Make music under the pale illumination
Of moon by night.
Laugh and be merry
For life is short and precious.
Come, join the dance of existance.
Hop and skip to the beat.
Of the drum of time.
Wash away troubles
Under the fresh waterfall of dreams.
Splatter cold reality upon your face.
Rejuvinating pleasures.
Call upon your spirit
Call upon yourself.
Prance joyfully in the light of stars.
Do not wait for a new dance
For this is the one you are given
And you will dance to the tune.
Caught up in the enchantment.
Do stay and play!
~Rozie Dreamweaver
