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. I feel the breadth of your knowledge surround me in the impeding window of this thing that we call life. I cannot wait to see the new fruit that you will bear, or hear laughter that will erupt from my lips in learning what it is that you have to teach. What do you have to teach me now? I feel that I have been to long separated from you and can feel the new bubble start to emerge once again as you grace me with your understanding of my fragile human spirit. How forgiving you are. How strong you are. What guidance you give me. What peace of mind when all else that surrounds me is in turmoil. How can you do it? How can you hold so much and give so much. Do you never get tired of our never ending need? The tree. The tree of life. The tree of knowledge, the tree that connects the underworld, the upperworld, and the world that we exist on now. The three plains of existence. How large you are. The ash with a crown that spreads to cover all, and roots that run so far and wide, yet reach down into the depth of the very soul of our existence. How an you hold so very much. How do you know when to share your wisdom with us mere mortals. How do you know how much to share. I know nothing, yet I feel much. I cannot say with words what I see. I only know that there are visions in my mind and places that you take me. I feel the flight of wonder as it surrounds me, there is nothing but sheer feeling. The clouds beneath and the air above... I am ready to start anew with the fresh beginning of life that you serve up so sweetly. I am ready to break the bread and spread its nourishment among our fellow selves, and the gentle earth that you have so graced us with. I feel the need to nurture and crave the same to be done for me. I want to watch the old as it dies and see the new as it given birth. I want to share in all the wonders of our souls and feel them linked as you have linked us all since time beginning. I want to have the experience of you. I feel you rolling off my skin now as I sit here and share this humble thought through the message of the typewritten word. How very academic we have become. How very computerized. When will we learn the lesson of just being? Of not breathing, of not hearing, of not living through our senses. We, your lost children, need to just let you wash over us, let you fill us with your essence. Help me now, help me to do this, let your very likeness fill my mind with your wonder. Let it shine through my eyes so that others can see it , see you, through me. Let my breath carry the flight of mystery, and the craving to learn. Touch me. Yes, there on my shoulder, on my belly, in my core. Let me let you fill me... Oh the music is so grand. The stars and comets are whirling past me with certain aim to deliberately miss me, the hissing of their speed thrills me and yet I wonder at the tenacity of their remaining in perpetual motion. My body quakes with the excitement of watching it. I know that I should tremble in fear at the immense stregnth and power that is just beyond my touch, yet I know that you have just layed witness for me a miracle. Thank you. Thank you. I wish that others could feel you as I feel you now. I know that I need to stay in touch with the deep recesses of my soul to be able to see you, to sink into that inner core that we all reside in yet very rarely visit. Help me to return here more often, to take this trip, this flight of life, to feel the raven wings feather and, to be a part of it.