I have been musing on the importance of community lately. We can have online community like with the bloggers and facebook but its not the same as in person communitym but it seems community of the kind where we all gather regularly and value each other is a scarce resource in todays world. The media often seeks to divide people into groups over issues and then these groups fight. Us versus them kind of groups is not real community – where there is sharing and a common purpose – where friends stay friends for years and years. I would love to see more communities springing up in my area and when they happen I hope to be part of them, to grow together for years even till we are old – thats the ideal.
A magical forest with berry purple vegetation The sky is warm in an abundant golden hue tangerine orange trunks are also in view Vines flow down like necklaces in natures treasure chest Or the emerald hair of a forest maiden hidden there in rest The community of trees stands to attention They whisper of love and often mention to each other that they matter Then their whispers turn to chatter Great friends these trees are Growing and aging together so far Happiness is to be in these woods Where company and fellowship is understood
Lately I have been writing a lot of poetry about all sorts of things, often about the things I experience in my inner world and visions and also the things I would like to see or dream into being in our world.
I was thinking about where my ideas and poetry flow from and I realised it came from a place within me which is a kind of land of poetry beauty youth and song which could be called Tir Na Nog. I wrote a poem about this beautiful place and made it into a video for you to enjoy below
Tir Na Nog
come away oh human child to the land so fair Where the stars reflect in your eyes and light your hair Where the swans glide dancing on the lake And the moon shines brightly in the wake Of a breeze that brings fragrances so fine from every land of the spirits awakening the divine Where the wolves howl from every mountain crag and the deers skip and run in the woods to brag of another round of the sun sailing round The sky blue way up high, where the night and day cycles are honoured in sacred dance oh so vital where the colours are vibrant and bright and the soul takes poetry song bird flight You will find me here amid the roses red Where their thorns bring forth blood but it is said Their beauty makes it all worth while This never land is always in our hearts For creativity wonder is its cupid darts
Talking to the trees and plants growing Creeping up into the air before sowing Their seeds in the wind to be rooted In the soil, in the ground never looted By predators but bringing forth abundance as this garden springs around, lucious and green With leaves of emerald and bronze, with their flowers seen Amid the foliage bare – I am always there Humming a tune like the bees without a care
The rain flies down in sheets soaking to the skin, in cold ecstasy cloaking Everything with a sparkly shining lustre I listen to the water drops as they pop With lazy frog song on the lake atop The lilly pads with the luminous lotus’s Opening and closing just to ask us How we wish to seek the delight of enlightenment so that we all might See its fruits blossom in suffering mankind Across the human land not here where all is kind but where there is grime, crime work and toil
The fish leap in tune with the rain and frogs a Bubbling gurgling waterfall tune, I walk a log Crossing a river and I wonder at the majesty of this place, the horses nearby neigh of the traversty That people lose this place of play In growing old, and serious but they say The youthful eternal world never went away Its just meant to be rediscovered Its a hidden treasure meant to be uncovered
Its in the sound of the rain, or in the waves that crash Its in the flowers of spring time or in the stags that bash Their horns to fight for their way Its in the dawning of each new day This land is their splendor The mirror that shows the way tender Paths that wind us in sight Of the poetry land that is our right
Its in laughter and play and lazy days where all our cares fade away Its in the bright cheerful rhyming of the celts fair Old Blighty and Ireland green you will find it there Most of all you will find it in you own dear heart When you embrace a loved one or make some art The forgotten land is all around Its just waiting to be found For me its my stomping ground One by one, in harmony entrance I will see you all there My oh my there our wishes shall fly frolicking bare
I was also considering how I was humming a tune like a bee in the poem above and I wrote a poem about that about, how my poem starts with a a humm, a consious connection to the universe like a bee. I will probably make this one into a video also and when I do I will update this page with it, but for now the written form is below.
Go tell it to the Bees
Bees hum their tune so hummm humm de humm so humm some say their tune is a drone but to me it is music yet unknown The humming of the bee goddess In her necar voice helps me to dress My rhyme with honey sticky and sweet She has a gown of stars, for this universe is ours The origin of sound is sacred and the bees hold its key It is where all poetry starts to flow within me This lovely humble insect forever in my throat Messenger of the gods, their vibration is the boat To the rich life of the hive honey divine a world of working play where everything is fine Let me be found in the flowers with these insects For they drink the ambroisia of deities of every sect and none, sometimes in rhymes they are simply having fun humm de hummm so humm is the music bees make under the sun
The universe is humming in tune with all its bees and inhabitants little insects, plants birds animals you see The earth spinning on its axis revbrates the same There is no particular deity you can really name That holds creation together in its abundant flow But the little bees humming show the way it should go Without the honey makers of the world all life would end The collapse of all civilisations is in their demise to send Their song without symbol or gong is what makes us carry on So preserve your bees and treat them with all kindness and respect Its the honours that all life anyways deserves and expects Humm de humm so humm – We are the universe hear our plee Treat all life with compassion and theres no regrets for the you and me