Melancholy and the undetermined sadness

I'm having one of those afternoons where I just feel weird for no reason. And it got me thinking about society and having to hide from friends and associates the truth of our souls.
I know plenty of people who have no idea about my path as a druid or as a spiritualist in any terms. I know I am lucky most of my close friends know and support me, my familt knows and supports (for the most part...my Dad I am sure doesnt know and doesnt want to which is ok I guess as he is not exactly part of my life anyway.)
I know heaps of others who are not so lucky and have to hide "in the closet" as it were from their loved ones. It annoys me and it is sooooooooooo wrong.

Why cant we all just get along :)

The forest of life

Rambling along in peace and sweetness
Welcomed by every flower and tree
One stands strong along the path
Calling out to me
Its flowers are soft its leaves are bright
It speaks in whisper and calls me friend
It beckons me over with scent and sight
Not once do I think its words pretend

Suddenly its branches grab at my hair
It pierces my skin I run in fear
It calls after me of a misunderstanding
It calls after me in a tone less demanding
Its apologies call me back once again
Like I fool I return for more pain

I am trusting & believe its apologies real
I like this tree it is friend...on occasion
It leaves me confused unsure how to feel
How can I forgive all the wounds and abrasions

The Turtle

It holds the earth
Upon its girth
It is the phantom God

We would know
And we could grow
In the presence of this God

It moves slow
And we would know
The mind of our God

Is it
Not
Is it
Real

Is it
Taste
Sound
Scent or
Feel

It holds the heart
It knows our part
We do not understand this God

Vision

Lying in bed singing the words of pain written by others. I look up & see the wall before me but I see you. I sense you sitting half a world away, a desk, a computer before you. I see the specks and marks in the wooden wall that sits in front of me but I see the flicker in your eyes as you sense me and feel my pain. You look, we see, divided by distance, seperated by space but we see each other true. I raise my hand and I reach out to touch, palm to palm as hands do kiss. You raise your hand, your brain registers across your eyes defying the motion, screaming of impossibilities, improbabilities and the illogical nature of the action. You hesitate I implore with my eyes, you see and reach. I can feel the heat of your hand, its energy leaping before it to mingle with mine. I feel you so close, our hands almost touching. You are not here, you are not with me, we have never met but in this moment we know each other, we sense and see each other and share a need to know, to feel, to sense, to heal. Hands crossing the fabric of space and reality to exist, essences mingling and touching.
The music of my song faes and ends and you slip back into your own place leaving me alone in mine.

The song is done and ended. You are gone and I am alone. It was a moment we shred, no more. But it was truth, it was peace. A moment of energy of spirit of soul. Not trapped in logic and world. A moment shared between two souls linked in ways unknown to them. A moment we shared. A moment brief but lasting, a mark in memory never removed. Will we know again in this life? Will you recognise me in the confines of the real world. Did you see me as I see myself, as the world sees me or as I walk the hallowed halls of the Otherworld. Did you see the woman or the Goddess? And were you true of form and nature or did I see but an illusion of this life's reality.
Will we meet again? Will we know? Will we reach for each other beyong the limits we think we are bound by? Or is it but a moment that faded with the melody leaving empty space.

Two Sabbats In One

A time of endings
A time of beginnings
The promise of the future
The promising of love
Two times in union
Time of blood
Time of season
Intertwine in me
No difference
Strength in each
Acknolwedging
Worhiping
These are my ways
I share with many
With none
My truth
My duality
My heritage and reality
To celebrate in ritual
To honour within