The purple forest – The ideal community

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

Tir Na Nog and the Humming Bee Poetry

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