Remembering Steve Mackin

          Steve was a good friend, I am really going to miss him.

THE HOST OF THE AIR

by: William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

'DRISCOLL drove with a song

The wild duck and the drake

From the tall and the tufted reeds

Of the drear Hart Lake.

 

And he saw how the reeds grew dark

At the coming of night-tide,

And dreamed of the long dim hair

Of Bridget his bride.

 

He heard while he sang and dreamed

A piper piping away,

And never was piping so sad,

And never was piping so gay.

 

And he saw young men and young girls

Who danced on a level place,

And Bridget his bride among them,

With a sad and a gay face.

 

The dancers crowded about him

And many a sweet thing said,

And a young man brought him red wine

And a young girl white bread.

 

But Bridget drew him by the sleeve

Away from the merry bands,

To old men playing at cards

With a twinkling of ancient hands.

 

The bread and the wine had a doom,

For these were the host of the air;

He sat and played in a dream

Of her long dim hair.

 

He played with the merry old men

And thought not of evil chance,

Until one bore Bridget his bride

Away from the merry dance.

 

He bore her away in his arms,

The handsomest young man there,

And his neck and his breast and his arms

Were drowned in her long dim hair.

 

O'Driscoll scattered the cards

And out of his dream awoke:

Old men and young men and young girls

Were gone like a drifting smoke;

 

But he heard high up in the air

A piper piping away,

And never was piping so sad,

And never was piping so gay.

Poetry Reading

You Are My Flower

Samhuinn

this is an excerpt from a short film that will be screened at 
Sacred Grounds on November 28, 2012

Cernunnos

Cernunnos, guardian stag.
Lord and protector of beasts,
God of the hunt, and of shepherds.
You have been repressed.

Flanked by the fox, trickster and lightning spirit;
By the otter, for play and transformation;
By the boar, for overcoming fear and forceful resistance;
By the frog, for impulsiveness, fertility, and creativity.

You hold in one hand the serpent of understanding,
Of knowledge, and understanding.
You hold in the other hand
A golden torque, for the sovereignty of the land.

The land is stunted, burned, drowned, and made toxic...
The leaders corrupt and perverse,
Wasting our resources without replenishment.
Return to your consort, Mother Earth.

Horned God, protector of beasts...
Bring balance and integrity.
Purify the Sovereignty.
Like a geode split in two,
Yearning to bond again,
Fit yourself into relation with Mother Earth,
Grow back into integrity.

God of huntsmen and shepherds revive.
Bring back a true relationship with the land.
Answer the shaman's prayers,
And transform the chiefs.
The earth pines for you.
We await your return.

- Jehanah -
(a poem for Autumn Equinox)

Song For The Day

Jenna and Mike, 1960

I sang to the birds, and the birds came flying

And we sang to the sun through the movements of air

I sang to the lizards, and the lizards came running

And snakes slithered in from hot sands of bright fire

I sang to the bear, and the bear kept turning
and the earth, and soil's tiny creatures asleep
I sang to the whales, and the whales came singing
And we sang, 'cross the waters of the oceans so deep

The song rose to the stars, it spread o'er the earth

And into the hearts of all creatures around

All our singing was there, we heard the great buzz

And everyone singing there loved the great sound

Jehanah

Otherwise

     I woke up once
     On another Earth
     In another time
     An uncertain birth
     In another dimension
     In another lifetime
     In a different body
     With an opposing sign
     Another shade of red
     A different hue of blue
     A secret Word for Love
     In the Mystery of You
     In a faraway home
     With an unfamiliar crowd
     From unique birthing gown
     To the eternal shroud
     I wrote a poem
     In a different rhyme
     It was slow in coming
     I took my time

     -Jehanah-