Daisy

1I7A0008-1Among other things Daisies are said to symbolise New Beginnings.  Just thought to share this image with you and wish you every success in any new ventures or projects that you may be starting!

Blessed be! ūüôā

© Liola Lee 2019

Image captured during the Summer from Daisies growing in my garden

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State of no fear…

I am here, I am now, I am there, but how?

Mindful inner eye, as wide-angled lens

at once comprehends –

The totality of me, wild running free;

wind in my hair, loose vacant stare, ensues

flashing light beyond flick of switch –

Witch-way, way which?

Magickal myth or mythical trick?

Dust-silvered Darkness spreads wide her cloak;

spell-spoken lyrics, Spirits invoke;

arms thrown wide open, encircle, ensnare,

draw down the Moon, O Maiden so fair.

Empress of darkness, Goddess of night,

by day Mother Nature, earthly bound sprite;

maid in the morning, mother midday,

to crone full of wisdom by end of Sunray.

Whisper ‘O’ Willow, word-wagging pillow;

dream-spoken verse, unearthly mirth;

laughter and chants, meditate, enhance

the lives of the living, the lives of the lost,

shovel-spread organic compost.

Dance to the tune, of the Piper, the Pan –

sing, skip, make merry, drink life while you can.

Savoury sweetness, of cherry red lips;

bouncing bare bosoms, child-bearing hips.

Man borne of woman, she borne of man,

flesh interlocking, five-fold kiss, foetal plan.

Blueprint of Nature, bear fruit of the loom,

threads spun on spindles, in wheel spinning room.

Fortunes and foibles, on yarns woven tight:

a girl and a woman and hag within sight.

Singular stable,¬†Hel’s horses three,

nag, mare and filly, on plains plainly see.

Past, Present, Future, time-tangled vine,

conceptual calendar, evergreen pine.

This way, not that way, that way, not this,

ritual direction, throw dice, turn, miss.

Earth worn costume, bone and skin,

not the body, box-like shell;

not the folds of flesh that tell;

this head, these hands, these legs and feet,

function as white cotton sheets.

Cover the bed, protect, preserve

spring-coiled foundations РKundalini is served;

domiciled, dozing, down spinal tube,

Creation’s conundrum, carefully cubed.

Powerful presence, framed focal point,

quizzical querent, queue and annoint.

Wheel ever turning, circle rotates

on spherical cord, suspending, sedate.

Pisces pass over, pale into the night,

Graceful gradation, Saturnian slight.

Aquarian vessel, sail in with the Sun;

brilliance and beauty: out with the gun.

The circle is constant, clearly compels,

Pagan circumference with love binding spells.

Peace loving people, true and sincere,

Fool’s foot is forward –

State of no fear.

© Liola Lee 1999

I wrote this around the turn of the century as we went from one millennium to the next. 

 

 

 

Now…

1I7A2647a-1-1Sometimes like many people, I feel that there is something missing. A void exists, and I am not sure how to fill it. That is how I have felt up until now.  It is said that everything that we have ever done in life, gets us to this exact point where we are at right now. Many self help books adhere to the premise that the point of power is now.  They are right, we never really have any other moment than that which is now, this moment, this precise moment; the present.

Today I have realised that I have this body that has carried me through life, this mind that is always curious and wanting to learn more in the quest for knowledge, and my spirit which is sometimes low but often elated because of one thing or another that has brightened my day. Whether that be the sound of a loved ones laughter, the Robin Redbreast alighting on the plant pot outside the door, the elderflower tree which just now is in flower, not to mention the mighty Lime Flower Tree which stands higher than the house in our minuscule back garden (which in truth is actually a small plot of dirt because of two boisterous, though loveable dogs). In these simple things there is beauty and peace. There is the wonder of life.

It is up to me how I choose to fill my vessel. I can choose to nourish or to damage that which carries me on my voyage. I get to choose how I ‘feed’ myself.

Let the journey recommence. Bon voyage!

Today is the day…

© Liola Lee 2019

Butterflies symbolise change and transformation!  Time to come out of the darkness of the  cocoon and emerge free as a Butterfly