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Written on Bones, Made of Stardust


Above photo: cup and ring markings at the ancient site of Routing Linn, Northumbria, UK


Written on bones made of stardust

The eternal wheel turns

Ancestors sing in a choir of circles

Dreams float in memory as gifts

Their calls soft, filled with power


The love of land holds me

As I let the work of making-new mould me

The furness of Brighid

Shapes my days ahead

Molten-form, silken-cool waters


The wild flowers of healing emerge

One by one -

In a riot of colour

From tired crumbling bones

With runes from the Ancestors' fire sealing it all in -

From sore fibres uncoiling stories; making-new

Pain is a messenger; freed through surrender


Now cleansed with hot, red, wild blood -

With body-shaking, cavernous-pools of long-held tears -

Recognise your suffering is limitless, if you choose


Let your body become soft now

There is no fight to fight

Only stones to carve, stories to walk and weave...

Oceans to rise and fall -

Like the Giants who loved too hard, who fell too dark

- Whose bones were also made of stardust


Mineral and soil

I am yours

Tree and beast

I cleave to you

Story and Ancestors

I succumb to truth

As hearth-fire brings me Home


April 2019


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