Hi all, I thought I would share my poem with you. The Evolution of the Spring of Humankind - a poem for Gwanwyn, Earrach, Eostre and Ostara Once there was a tree, in a garden. Once there was a Woman. Once there was a Serpent, who was wise. He said, Know this. The sweet taste of apples. The bite of a sharp tooth. If you want to be alive, if you want to know your own mind, if you want a will of your own, if you want, if you crave, if you taste desire - You will feel joy. You will feel pain. You will know love. You will know regret. Thats how it is. Come awaken your soul, enjoy the ecstasy and equality of free will. You can share my power, O Woman, of drawing Spirit into form, of making the world anew, giving birth to a will independent of your own. entrained in matter like yours, and mine. If you do this thing, you will also create death. That light you give, by giving birth, will one day be extinguished, to another place. You must choose, not only for yourself, but for all of them to follow. And some, who do not love their freedom will despise you for it. The Woman shrugged. She was only days old, but she knew a setup when she saw one; A chessboard with only one move. She could stand in that un changing garden forever, pretty figure in a lifeless picture, or she could transform this world. Elder sister Lilith, proud and noble, all dust and whirlwinds, had already blown her chance, red hair waving like a pirate flag: No quarter. The least she could do in her turn was take a bite, for a new beginning, a new partnership, a new joy and the birth of emotion. And from this Spring and renewal was born, and we celebrate it now, at Gwanwyn. Mark Tudor Glastonbury Tor Gwanwyn, Earrach, Eostre and Ostara 2014
Posted on: Sun, 23 Mar 2014 13:58:12 +0000
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