The Magickal Pen

The vultures circle high above
their wings syncopating
Flora’s rhythm of Life.
The space within this natural world
is fertile and green
And where carion’s death hides
no point of  light can reveal

Earth moans in response to
Flora’s step and
the winds sigh in anticipation of
her indrawn breath
With extended hand of
moss and leaf
renewed life springs .
Flower eagerly opens
with downward glance
from Flora’s face.

The vultures circle high
overhead as all of
life awakens from
dreamtime sleep
And Flora draws
them to suckle at her breast.
Earth is sated for one more day and
Life- death’s consort- bursts forth
in orgiastic delight.

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Looking out at the world
faces fresh from winter’s hold
Bodies move in unison
all hurrying here and there
Each one’s destination more
important than the next.

From high above, the pattern
below shifting shape and form
A sea of tiny dark specks
moving to and fro- designs
like a kaleidoscope fill the
panoramic view and time
stands still as each weave
around and through neighbor’s gate.

Looking up from the great below
towering shapes stretch heavenward
Blade of grass becomes an ancient
tree of time immeasurable
Drop of rain stretches outward
as vast ocean spanning
concrete connecting grassy shore to shore

Sound of hustle and bustle
deafening in a thunderous vibration
Sky becomes a pin point of
destiny’s desire and all
around me the winds of movement
carry me from place to place.

I walk out from the safety of
my view of observation
Out, once again to join
in the pace and hurry of
destination.

I reclaim my place within the
breadth and depth of life’s experience.
But now, I have greater understanding
and deeper roots to what surrounds.
I see now all that observes and provides
unseen support as I look out
at the world.

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You slip between the folds
of time and memory
Soft black velvet enveloping
the soul of Desire.

You stare back with
cold star-lit eyes
twinkling like diamonds
in the black tapestry of night.

You reach and you strain
against a heart that beats
out the refrain of
service and light.

Your cries are that of the banshee
whose shrieking echoes back from
the terrifying wings of the
phoenix reborn.

I greet you in dark caverns
foul breath and stench of decay
death’s first grasp in response
to hunger for
renewed Life.

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In celebration of the Full Moon in Libra and the burgeoning beauty, harmony and quiescent state of intellect and mind that moves within the light of Luna’s fullness:

Says Hermes upon leaving his altered consciousness.. “ and I was exceedingly glad, for it was full with that for which I craved.  My bodily sleep had come to sober wakefulness of soul; and the closing of my eyes, true vision; and the silence, pregnant with good; and my barrenness of speech, a brood of holy thoughts.  Becoming God-inspired, I attained the abode of Truth.”

(Adapted from Libellis I: The Poimandres of Hermes Trismegistus, translated by Walter Scott in Hermetica Volume I.)

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The music is held closely to my heart
It reverberates through
the passages and corridors of what lay within

The vibration pushes against
each door and the scared sound
once being heard
unlocks the most secret and secure of chambers

Notes of breathless beauty
flood in filling each space
with arpeggios of light
that dance delicately into
the furthest and darkest corners

Music fills my mind
the geometric visions unraveling and
opening the currents of flow
crystalline webs spun
each intent upon catching
within its center the cosmic
sustenance of the Soul

Each note hangs as though
suspended in mid-air-
the point within the field
of Divine Creation
Each note in harmony
with the other creating
the urge of impulse that
forms the threshold to the unknown

The door to the great unseen
flung open wide
as the key turns the lock ~
Sound, rhythm and vibration of
energetic seed in consummate union
with the the womb of sacred intelligence

Music and mortal embrace
resonance and harmonics
the essence of genetic and celestial being
and in the symphony of silence
Life becomes the progeny
of creative emanation ….

* Written during my daughter’s concert with Philadelphia Sinfonia

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