The Magickal Pen

Scintillating mind of reason and intellect

whose course is drawn from

the halls of libraries’ tomes.

Echoes of the One emanate down

into the hollow of conductivity.

The blueprint of electric charge and

inspiration’s whim creating the

alchemical tube to hold the elixir of

manifest form.

Teachings and truths spun together

and finally issued forth

flow on the currents of communication

and Hermes sets in stone the power

of mind and word.

The precision of the surgeon’s scalpel has

Cut away the extraneous matter and

Sun’s grace has heated the water’s core

Love has poured honey to soothe the

Gaping wounds and bridge the chasm of

beating heart and labyrinth of mind.

Luna’s mirror has sent the message of

Return or receipt of ideology finely tuned and

in finality, the most pure form of clarity

seeps down to ocean’s edge

Granules of sandy time dense

with outpour from horizon’s great beyond

Scintillating Mind of Reason and Intellect

The seed of Thought receives the food of the Gods

And once again blooms anew.

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When you look in the mirror, what do you see?

Illusion and reality dancing the waltz of time

Each one is the same, yet separate

flowing from the Source of all beginnings

Brilliance of Sun and Magick of Luna’s Breath

Reflection of motion and eclipse of focus

Drawing down into manifest being ~ Drawing down into the Soul….. rcf

Yesod

Milky whiteness

Luminescence sparkles through veils

Of dreamtime

Images, shape and form bourne

on gossamer wings of faery flight

And angels beckon from heavenly

clouds of billowy breath

Mirror reflects back the beauty of mortal’s soul

And yearning feeds the hunger of

unfulfilled desires and needs

Behind the mask of eternity the

phantom smiles a gaping grin

And spidery fingers tap out

the rhythm of carnival’s retreat

Memories flood the pages of

dusty shelf-worn books

While the drone of life story’s

narrative hums and buzzes around

the hornet’s nest ~ each stinging

more precisely ~ each leaving an indelible

mark as the honey sweetly drips from

the catacombs of Queen Bee’s grand design.

Within the sphere of mystery

the moon glows ever bright

And eyes that have no use

for human sight peer

deeply into the cavernous dark

Moving carefully through the

storehouse of illusion

But once the vault is opened

and inspiration comes shard-like

slicing through

the test has been mastered

The seeker- now illumined

moves boldly and sure footed

The mind is set free

and heart waits patiently

behind

the reflection of

the closed door

The Lesson of the Sphere

Dig your fingers deep into the earth

granules of life and decay

tiny bits of energy darting here

and there and the smell

of emerald green moss embedded

under freshly painted pink nails.

Life force moves down

Submerged appendage and roots beginning

To weave intricate pathways

Towards the heart of the

Mother

Swim deep into the ocean’s expanse

Salt and sand the constant companions

Of frothy waves and water filled breath

Fin and tentacle- claw and tooth

Moving~ floating~ carried by the

undulating liquid terrain

Life force moves in spirals and waves

Translucent body glowing in ocean’s depths

Deep into the sand of floor ~ coiling into

Matter

Stone and crystal- cavern and dusted white peak

Architecture of the Gods built from the

feminine body Divine

tree home and brush of wing in flight

all scanning the maze of earth below

as sun rises and spills over All of

living breath and silent decay of return

Life moves in ascent

carried by the strength of manifest form

molded in the heated furnace of desire and will

dome of sky the doorway to the moon’s intent

This is the Kingdom, but what of it’s ruler

Who holds the place of sovereignty and has

command over planet’s fate?

Flesh and bone and beating of heart~ flowing

strength of blood’s circuit – mind of lightening

Flash and diversity embodied in a vessel of form

And the Great Mother in her wisdom holds the Kingdom

Close to her breast- heart beat

To heart beat the exchange is made

Life is given form and the world of the manifest

Holds the key to the Path of Return.

-R.Fennelly-

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