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The Goddess of Avalon
The hidden green-blue lake
Sits silent in amongst
The hills of Avalon
Not a ripple to be seen
Like a pea green mist
Out of the water she rises, tossing her curls
Not a drip falls from her long chestnut hair
Her green piercing eyes sparkle like Emeralds’
Up she rears
A dress of shimmering Green
Covered in an array of green beads
And jewels and golden thread
Almost serpent like
Hovering towards the water’s edge
Golden wings appear
She stops and turns
Silent for a moment
Glancing back at the water
The great wings flap
Up above she looks down at the wonder of the Tor
Green mystique magic adorns Glastonbury
Will they ever see the wonder of it all!
She sits now by the Chalice Well
Silence envelops her
Wise words coming to her
Inhaling the serenity of it all she moves on
Secrets of the Holy Grail on her mind
As she moves on smelling the scent of the flowers
And watching all the colours as they dance in the breeze
She is in awe of such beauty
Reaching up to the Holy thorn tree
She asks permission to take a sprig
Attaching it to her button-hole
She takes flight again
Settling in the grounds of the Abbey
She wanders through the ancient Oaks
Like a Majestic Queen
Talking in Celtic tongue
To King Arthur about days gone by
She watches now from a bench
As she sees the monks go about their duties
Meaningful symbols, she told to pass on
She whispers secrets to Mother Earth
This is the only way, they
Will begin to rebirth
Final flight now
She sees the beauty of the sun rise
Orange and yellow warmth
Surrounds her
She wonders how many of them know
How lucky they are
Landing now on the Tor
The view takes her breath away
Rolling on for miles
She chats to St. Michael
About days of old,
Why oh! Oh why! Can’t they see the gold!
Back now at the water’s edge
The Goddess of Avalon
Has done her work
Along with Mother Earth
Ascending Masters, and wise men of Old
I can do no more she sighs
All that’s left is a ripple in time……
Guest Poem
By
Catherine Kennedy
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You’ll Catch Me on a Sunbeam….
You’ll catch me on a sunbeam, as the light begins to fade.
Riding on a star stream, of every prayer I’ve ever prayed.
You’ll find me in me in eternity, for we’re all already there.
Spread out across the galaxy, with no crosses left to bear.
I’ll see you in a super nova, as your energy expands.
To catch a spirit falling over, landing in your healing hands.
We’ll see them in the Universe, every dream we’ve ever dreamt.
Every wish a wish so glorious, we know this life’s been heaven-sent.
So today’s the day for gratitude, for hope to fill your soul.
Embrace this sacred attitude, and let your sunlight make you make whole……
∞
Guest poem by Dominic Ruffy
Dominic is a Light-worker, working for the Amy Winehouse Foundation and other Rehab groups, assisting addicts and recovering addicts.
The Lost Soul of Glastonbury
The Isle of Avalon where are you now?
Lost is your heart, your spirit, your fight
Replaced by a sorrow and diminished foresight
Stagnant and peeling, your face disfigured
The peace and serenity once sought and endured
Now soulless, doubting, old and forlorn
Desperation, dejection, tired and worn
It’s time to move forward, to breathe fresh life
To regain your spirit, power and might
Surrender and yield to a new beating heart
New ideas, thinking and a new “wardrobe” to start
Working in harmony to get back on track
Find your soul now and bring it right back
The Isle of Avalon we are in need of you now!
Freedom in the Sun
Feel the warmth and inner peace
Relaxed and not caring, a pure release
Enchanted smiles and laughter abound
Engaging a pace, not racing round
Down to the river or by the sea
Over the mountains, walking freely
Moving through water, splashing the oars
Ice cream in bright and cool candy colours
New places to venture and things to see
Twilights glow peaks just over the trees
Happy holidays are made in the sun
Enjoy it and relish, make sure you have fun
Season will change as quick as a flash
Umbrellas at the ready it is sure to lash
Now feel the warmth and freedom of the sun
The Faerie Tree
Guest Artwork by Helen Stanger
Catch a glimpse of little sprites,
Who dance and play and sing.
The guardians of this magic land,
The natures lore they bring.
These secret spirits only show their world
To those with heart and soul.
So pay attention and beware,
Approach feather footed and with care.
Be patient and allow faerie time,
Before you dare to cross their line,
As faeries wrath is fraught with might,
For hearts tainted with a pinch of spite,
Against the natural world the faerie love,
And unconditionally serve for those above.
But when faerie welcomes you prepare
For enchantment and emotion.
To learn their charge, to protect our world,
With utmost courage and devotion.
♥
The Faerie Tree, written by Andrea Elliott
To accompany Artwork created by 1st year College Student, Helen Stanger
♥
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© Holistic Words and © Helen Stanger
Thank you
The Power of Words
One man’s words are not another man’s opinion; and yet the same words form thoughts and feelings.
Our words hold the power to crush and damage or heal and nurture.
Philosophical words can inspire and ignite our emotions with whimsical wonder and provocation.
Words can be the key to a world of knowledge: explaining, detailing, unmasking and justifying.
Imagination flared by descriptive fantasy and fiction creating colours and visions swirling in our minds.
Written words can invoke comical frolic and fun or even sadness, malaise and rage.
How flat our universe would be without wordsmiths, narrators and abstract prose creators.
The power of words is fragile and fraught with immense pain and peril.
With responsibility, sensibility and honour words blanket you in the comfort and warmth of humanity.
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A Return to Innocence
Guest Poem & Artwork
by
Genevieve Mc Gee
A Return to Innocence
She stands so small, so trusting, so loving, her heart wide open to the world around her
She gazes and looks upon her world enjoying the magic as it unfolds, excited by the blessing this life brings
This magic is in the blossom as it opens
Its colour beautifies the world in a way she adores
She desires to be this beauty to the world some day
She takes a hand she trusts, unaware of what will become of this connection.
She looks in love at this person and smiles.
Soon the trust and the smile fade.
Her world of magic torn apart.
Her trusting gaze becomes one of suspicion.
Her open heart becomes closed in pain.
Her life spirals into a current of uncertainty.
She no longer knows who she is or what her purpose is.
The beauty of the world seems tainted
The joy of the seasons evade her
The love connection between herself and another poisons her further
She doesn’t understand
Confusion envelopes
She in a cloud of darkness as she desperately searches for this feeling of love and magic, in a world that seems so alien yet has become so normal
A rocky path she continues to follow long after that first cut into her heart
She allows many wounds and cuts to enter her
She feels powerless in world dominated by a mind that knows only fear
She spirals to a point of no return and suddenly her search changes
She begins to take a stand
The universe brings her a gift
This gift is the hope that changes her world forever
She begins to slowly return and strength she did not know surfaces within her
It propels her to look at herself in a new way
This new-found sight births a new wave of power
She is a warrior of light
She has a desire to shine bright
To heal herself one wound at a time
She finds solace within the eyes of her children
Her soul begins to awaken once more
She uses them as a force behind her to change her world to become more for them
This leads to many wonderful experiences
She begins to feel and trust in love again
She allows her self to begin to love oneself a little more each day
Her beauty in the world begins to show
Her laughter Strength and Joy begins to become part of her daily world
Her soul is ready for a true love connection
A soul love a bringing together of two halves
Her family is now complete
Her dreams are beginning to come true
The magic of her world is beginning to feel alive again
She hears the world whispering there is more
You reap what you sow my child
Life is a journey
Where do you wish to go? What do wish to sow?
Her soul’s whispers become louder
As she moves through the chapters in her life her heart becomes stronger
Her desire to change her inner and outer world takes hold
Each new day births new moments to treasure
Yet she is still half asleep her connection is not fully ignited
Suddenly the fire of her soul awakens her with a bolt
She sees and hears and experiences the love of all that is
The connection undeniable and changes her in a way so profound
She has felt it the presence of Creation
She knows it’s real
She hears the Angels sing
The Angels speak with love to her
Guiding her forward
They tell her she has work to do
She has a life to live
She has much to give
She is indeed a beauty in the world
She is inspired
The magic begins to unfold again
The flowers look more radiant than ever
The skies are blue; the bird’s song carries her through her days
This soul connection is her truth
The sun shines in the rain
She dances within excited by what the world will bring her way
She begins the journey back to herself
She paints love back into her life
Bringing all soul parts that left in the darkness and fear
As she returns to innocence
Innocence so pure
♥
Written By Genevieve McGee
To accompany the Artwork entitled “A Return to Innocence”
If you like this post, and wish to share, may I humbly ask that you accredit all works to:
© Holistic Words and © Genevieve McGee Artworks
Thank you
♥
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Our Wedding Day
Our Wedding ~ May 26th 1994
We only knew each other for and few weeks, yet the time and date was set
To sign up for our life ahead, not caring a jot we’d only just met
Primed and preened I turned up late, to witness you pacing the floor
The proceedings were thankfully brief and we all made haste to the door
Signed, sealed, certificate in hand we ventured off to be blessed
Eighteen years today we wed, who would have guessed?
Life sometimes has been ups and downs
Our thirst for adventure has brought a few frowns
Yet we have our three boys, to add to the mix
Breaking their games, toys and consoles for us to fix
So what’s the next step, the next journey to take?
We’ve done good thus far, perhaps a new chapter to make?
The plan is there is no plan, well take each step as it comes
We know the general course, no need for chart or sums
Two individuals, yet we are always as one
In it together, for the long run
♥
♥ Happy 18th Wedding Anniversary Jeff ♥
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Ode to The Self
Thoughts swirl, Undirected confusion.
Personal musings with points to choose.
Airing mind a procrastination, Unrevealed cards held tight.
♦
Fear and questions spring ever forward.
Feel it, believe it, do it, live it?
Creation without boundaries, Hearts vision unmet.
♦
Plummeting internal valor seeks leverage.
Freedom from invalid repressive control.
Wings clipped grasping at tide and time.
♦
Reaching for thoughts expelled from chains.
Power and instinct deminishing supressive yield.
Drawing inspiration from the spirit within.
A Tale of Two Cities
Early rise and late to bed, Sorrow is born from this endless toil.
Trading up from the slums to the shanty, Three generations packed into a makeshift home.
Smog filled lungs is the unrequested draw.
Thirteen sardines in a tin shack, Health diminished, no funds to heal.
Faith has forbidden the right to choose, No learning for young they have to work.
Collect refuse from rivers and dumps, Disease engulf their tiny bodies.
Fast food plucked out of city bins, Sorted and cleaned, reused for consumption.
80 cents a day is rich pickings.
Sad?
Yet caring and sharing.
♦ ♦ ♦
Boundless open space clean and comforts, Gadgets and electrical housemaids abound.
Lights, camera, action glossies, Filled with shiny stars and riches.
Daily clearing of trash and treasure, Discarded waste not given a thought.
Moans whether the weather may spoil, Basics scrutinised yet no thrift observed.
Silken leather and furs, Decorative elaboration, clashing and matching.
Media scrabbling with quarrel and greed, Death visible to desensitized masses.
Freedom to choose parts and paragraphs, Tutoring and knowledge tout le pays.
Niggling illnesses quashed, Pills, potions and lotions in buckling cupboards.
Endless flexing, bending, lending and spending.
Free?
Yet closed and cold.
