…Before long Ewan emerged from the dark wood
to find himself standing in an open grove of silver birches…
Beyond the grove ran a stream, burbling,
and beyond the stream was a bank with great beeches on it.
Ewan left the forest path and crossed the stream
to where the ground rose higher and higher
leaving the beeches behind
he came to a small lawn
cut before a cliff-face of red sand.
In the cliff-face he spied two steps,
and a doorway and two windows carved,
like the door and windows of a church,
and he knew it to be a hermitage…
…So, Ewan walked on alone into the high wood,
and for a time the sun was obsccured
by the thick pines which clustered above his head.
As he walked it came into his mind
that he was now a new man
and he thought again of the strange child
that had come into his world and led him from it.
It seemed to him then that the child
still danced before him along the forest path
which wound its way this way and that…
Mother-Wild has not only the experience
of her forebears and the accepted rules
of the clan to guide her,
she seeks to learn also from
ants, bees, spiders and badgers.
She studies the family life of the birds.
To her and her child the birds are real people,
who live close to the mysterium.
The murmuring trees breathe its presence.
The falling waters chant its praise.
A silent given grace you seek to find
Within the moonlit forests of the mind
Where mossy doubt obscures the silver stream
And clarity comes only in a dream
Where thou and I and we are of one mind
Blessed by the lucent magic of the Hind.
Fight fire with fire
And the world is burning.
Fight fire with water
And the world keeps turning…
…Bearer of Time
Gnomon of Eternity
You must have seen a thing or two
During your torturous sojourn…
How best can we understand our predicament?”
“As Death is the Lord of life…
Life must be the Lord of death.”
From the light place
To the dark place
A span… of I am.
Of maybe’s and supposes
Littered like the discarded debris
Of an I was
That the Shadow Net failed to trawl.
as stepping stones
To provide a tentative
From the dark place
To the light place
Beyond the span
Of I am.
…It was a day of surprises.
For the matter beneath his feet to commence shaking was a surprise because it had shown no prior predilection so to do and hence had come to be regarded as stable.
Given the ‘most stable’s’ new propensity, somewhat less of a surprise but still, unthinkable, his previously stable walls also began to shake.
The third surprise came hot on the heels of the other two.
As the usually reliable roof-tiles cascaded around his head, he realised that a shock-wave could be seen with the naked eye.
It was the last thing he saw.