Bardic Magic
Bardic Magic
Yule Invocations - 1994
These invocations were written for Yule following the loss of someone
very dear to me.
Great Goddess, I call on you this Solstice Night, I invoke your
presence to be with me on this longest night, in this time - the dark
night of my soul. May I find awareness of your presence, your love,
guidance and protection, even when my senses do not perceive your
presence, as at the Dark of Moon. Help me find my way through the utter
blackness. Help me face the pain I don't want to feel by reminding me
that the pain itself is a light in the dark. As the Moon reflects the
light of the Sun, the pain of loss is a reflection of the love that is
behind me. That light will never go out; its reflection will always be
cast in my heart. In perfect love and perfect trust, I greet you!
O, Great God, Lord of Light and Life, I call on you this Solstice
Night. I await your rebirth after this long dark night. Help me
understand that the wheel turns in its continuous cycle, no endings and
no beginnings, a never-ending circle with changes to mark the
revolutions of the wheel. Allow me to appreciate and celebrate the
light in my life each day as it comes, without the fear and apprehension
of the darkness that follows as the wheel turns. Let me learn that the
light that shines in my life, no matter how temporary, may cause pain
when it is extinguished, but that it also nourishes and strengthens me
so I may endure the darkness. In perfect love and perfect trust, I
greet you!
FOR OUR LADY AND THE DEAD
Mother
Mother
Copyright 2001 by armour garland.
armour garland, b.1978; Poet, Composer, Singer/Songwriter, Co-Editor of Calliope
Press, North Beach, San Francisco. Author of 3 chapbooks; working
on 3 larger poetry manuscripts, a novel, and a number
of Lo-Fi musical projects under the name GirlChocolate.
EVE
When mother Eve took the first apple down
Annie Finch's books of poetry include Eve; the forthcoming epic poem Marie
Moving; and Calendars (a 2000 National Poetry Series finalist). She has also
written and edited several books about poetry. She is Associate Professor at
Miami University of Ohio.
Victoria Wisdom is the author of this next, and
untitled, piece.
Words gone unspoken:
You are compost
The sun, the moon, clouds and rain,
The sun, the moon, the clouds and rain,
Stars shine from long ago and far away.
Yoga Mudra
My body is a gateway
Threatened,
Talker is breath-watcher
To dance with Krishna,
My body is a gateway, a sphinx.
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by armour garland
crooked men
have touched you
earth of your body shudders and
kills
dust
settles in the garden.
my name is everyone's name the living & dead,
through yours
my blood wants to be
dust, earth freeing
the people from the fissure
and stone,
& from the men.
Mother
crooked men have touched you &
they are telling your children right
now
"die
each day
in order that we may live",
the men
who have only tasted
machines,
who have only broken you open
tasting surface, &
told
your children
to
live
in houses built by men
barely covering their heads, told them w/ honor
to
live in
houses
built on your body, bruises & sores left after
the men had raped you, leading
your children to live
& dance on the weakest spots
of your flesh, the weak & broken earth, &
not knowing the body was bleeding.
i want to use my blood
to close the mouthes
of men
by Annie Finch
from the tree that grew where nature's heart had been
and came tumbling, circling, rosy, into sin,
which goddesses were lost, and which were found?
What spirals moved in pity and unwound
across our mother's body with the spin
of planets lost for us and all her kin?
What serpents curved their mouths into a frown,
but left their bodies twined in us like threads
that lead us back to her? Her presence warms,
and if I follow closely through the maze,
it is to where her remembered reaching spreads
in branching gifts, it is to her reaching arms
that I reach, as if for something near to praise.
To my lover:
You gratify me like dirt.
I want to sink into you
and be.
Just be.
brimming with life
and your breath is sweet.
I am drunk with ecstasy.
We are one.
microbes and insects take and give back again.
You in me and I in you.
We are both together.
In the compost
in the sun
in the rain.
Together as one,
distinct and different
yet at one remain.
cycles of life and death.
apart -- together
together an exhilaration
Now together
The planets reflect the Sun;
they go forward and retrograde.
We embrace with melting desire.
For a season we rest,
but never retreat
Never far from the other.
by Carrie Vadnais
A dam
A guardian
A sphinx
Pulls tight - shut and protect all of my self
Opened,
Coaxed,
Allowed to relax,
Permits entry to the valid claim
Given permission, it allows the flow
Body relaxed is a key to the gate
Mind controls and watches breath
Godself is free to dance.
Dian y Glas,
The Blue God with the sweetest flute,
Itself - to join with and Be the whole of It-Self,
And dance.
To share love, joy and ecstasy;
Three souls, aligned and clear.
Can you answer the riddle?