Desire

There is a passion
and there is a fire
There is great power
that lurks in desire

But fires burn out quickly
along with the lust
and then all too quickly
The flames turn to dust

But out of the ashes
A phoenix will rise
and one who has burned
Becomes very wise

Initiation by fire

If I close my eyes in this raging fire
Will the flames fail to touch me?
Will I end up on the pyre?

Does my soul need to burn?
In these fires of hell
Is this how I learn
To see through the veil

Will I be engulfed?
In torture and pain
In order that I should
Rise up again

Have I been blinded?
Is the vision too bright?
Am I now in the darkness?
And can’t see the light

Let the fires keep on burning
Let the light never fade
In disintegration
Breakthroughs are made

THE TEST – A turning point

Is this all just one big illusion
Am I just suffering with fits of delusion
Have I a gift I can share with the world
Is this part of the journey that life will unfurl

Do the signs all point to destiny’s trail
If I give up does this mean that I failed
Is what I’m giving not nearly enough
Is it me that is making my own life so tough

Am I just testing myself once again
Am I just driving myself round the bend
Do I give up this truth that I talk
Turn away now from the path that I walk

I seem to have reached another dead end
Do I turn around and walk back again
Or do I move forward with thanks and with grace
And know this is part of the journey I face

Why do I dare threaten the gift of the muse
When really I have nothing much left to lose
Is this the point where I have to question
Whether this is all just part of the lesson

For I almost turned and just walked away
Until something just stopped me and told me to stay
Was it the grace of White Eagle my guide
Who told me he’d stay for a while by my side

I’ll have to commune with my pipe, Little Bear
Maybe the answers I seek will lie there
All I can do is sit here and pray
And hope that the answer will find me one day.

I guess all the while that the Muse wants to play
I’ll have to take care not to scare her away
For if she is right and I do have a mission
I’ll have to see this as part of the vision.

The hunger to belong

Oh what is this longing
This deep sense of yearning
When I close my eyes
I hear my soul calling

Is it the fear
that I’m getting older
And now see my youth
Way over my shoulder

Is it the fear
or sense of foreboding
At doors in my life
That seem to be closing

I try to ignore it
While I try and write
But always the sense
Of this internal fight

I try to look out
At what help I could be
To someone who’s falling
And feels just like me

I have to succeed
In what I must do
So when the time comes
I’ll be there for you

I’ll guide the way
with love in my heart
And tell you that trust
And faith is a start

And maybe together,
When all this is done
We’ll find our belonging
And then we’ll be home

The song of Ecstacy

Entranced by some strange synergy
Some deep hum keeps moving me
Its guiding and its leading me
To heights of spiritual ecstacy

Ekstasis sings her song to me
She says her song is energy
And power that fills unity
This tune vibrates all over me

I sense this is transforming me
A shamans drum beats rhythmically
It’s guiding and it’s leading me
To heights I’ve never known

Deep inside this ecstasy
Divinity and unity
The serpent coils its smoke round me
And visions I am shown

And in this blissful energy
The big bass drum beats constantly
I shake inside deep poetry
The song becomes my own

The Goddess

I am the Goddess
I am the light
It is I who transforms
the dark of the night.

I am the Goddess
You are the fire
I am the one who
lends you my power

I am the one
Who sits on the throne
whose veil of deep wisom
You want to be shown

I am the panther
With emerald green sight
Its my darkest power
That you have to fight

I am the goddess
The Grandmother moon
And you are the wolf
That howls me your tune

I am the owl
Who sits in the tree
I see that you
Are no wiser
than
me.

CONNECTING

Where energy flows
Creation it grows
And blossoms inside like a tree
A big cauldron bubbles
With spells on the boil
The spells form in deep poetry

In figures of eight
Two people wait
Its symbol carved into the sand
Passing the ball
Where creation is formed
Ideas begin to expand

Now imagine if I
Connect to the sky
And also connect to the ground
A big figure eight
Suspended in space
Infinity there can be found

And imagine if we
Connect to the sea
And mountains that rise from the earth
Imagine the flow
Where energy goes
And what those ideas
Would be worth

Now Imagine connection
In every direction
With each living thing that you see
Imagine creation
On that kind of level
And you will have found
harmony