Love is loving.
Drums are drumming.
Guitars are playing,
As the fires burning.
Time went timeless,
Our energies grew,
We shed our skins,
And were born a new.
Hands were touching.
Skin caressing.
Magic flowed,
And lips were guessing.
The sun is rising,
The magics growing,
The moons reflecting,
Our souls are glowing.
So here we stand,
In time and space,
A new found joy,
Written upon our face.
AWESOME SOLSTICE.
We came together around the hearth bringing ourselves to each other. The drums sang together, no room for prima donnas; flutes played, the band struck up and the choir chanted, a constellation of voices weaving and rising. Pan was rampant around the sacred flames celebrating audaciously the horniness of life itself. As the energy rose, the leaves of the trees vibrated and danced and sang with us. All of life in and around that epicentre praised the joy of life and the coming solstice.
I left the circle to find water and found myself in moocow field, the young brown creatures were breathing it all in. Stars glittered and led me to water. It was then I heard the sounds of other tribes on the hills and in the surrounding valleys playing their drums. Each had a familiar sound within the complexities of their music. It was the sound of the Faerie drum/heartbeat, they’d incorporated it into their music. In that marvellous wonderful moment I realised that we had inserted ourselves into the whole of life. Nobody, no group nor tribe was in a position to accept us or allow us in, we quite simply inserted ourselves into LIfe. Back home where we belong. There is no going back.
Daisy xxx