The Druidic College

As I sit here in your splendid silence, your sacred spirit surrounds me, I feel your presence with every breath that I take. I feel your essence in the very center of my being. I become aware of all the beauty and resplendent journeys that await me on my travels to be joined as one with you. I can’t wait to feel the loving warmth of your breath on my face To hear the whisper in my ear of the secrets that you behold. I feel the trees in their new beginnings of life. I feel the water around my knees.

What do we remember Of a past gone by Do we see subtle images Of stones that don't die Do we see the suns glory Peeking from a cloud Or shadows and images Wrapped in a shroud See our great Goddess Through mists in the tress Reflected in a shadow cast From stones standing free Come into our center To the core waiting there Rituals to be celebrated Our paths to be shared Join one and all Our hands holding tight Blessing our memories On this glorious night Remember the Ancestors Their wisdom does tell Visit their images Their truth they will tell

The Never Ending Spring

As I sit and visualize you in my mind, I see you seeping out of a wall in the dark forested mountainside. I walk quietly to the still pool you have made and slowly, gently step into your waters. I feel the tendrils of your of your veing pull me down, the cool refreshing water comes into me. It invades my eyes, my ears, going down my nose, my throat, filling me with your liquid fire. Yet I do not feel like I am drowning. There is no struggle or gasping for air, for I am now floating in your warm magical womb.