Between the worlds

 

Kites draw the scrim of sky closer

Fire leaps hand to hand

There is water

holding the light of

a beeswax candle as your eyes

hold ours

 

The circle is cast

 

Everywhere is sapful surge

and splash of green growen

 Bright as Mother’s Moon

 

Chestnut trees whorl and whirl

peaty roots into leafy skies urgent

with summer-lamb bleat

 

Gifts given and received

and the pleasure cup

brim-ful

 

Hale the fool

Tread boldly on air

Tread gentle too

For this is magick

Silence is batsong

Sorrow joy

He is she is qwe

 

All is present

between the worlds

 

qweaver24may16, The Elements of Sex Magic Residential Workshop


The Soft Gaze – Berlin 22.10.16


Soft eyes moving around the circle:

eyes of magic, eyes of shadow-dance.

You say: 'You are all beautiful'.


Energy is experienced differently -

my body shakes and deepens,

you see colours and animals playing,

you feel the wounds and the healing happening,

you laugh in a bubble of joy,

you relax in warm water.


I see you all in a haze of glory

that shows the behind-the-skin shiftings and shapings.

I see curiosity and listening.

I see uniqueness and commonality.

I see the blocked and the flowing places

and the places that are opening and softening.

I see you held by deity

and you moved by intimacy.


I see the glow in my eyes reflected in yours.

I see the beauty in us all.


Al Head



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