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
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
Hale the fool
Tread boldly on air
Tread gentle too
For this is magick
Silence is batsong
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.
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