December 10, 2019 | Filed Under Poem for Hela | Comments Off on Poem: The Way It Is — William Stafford
The Way It Is
— William Stafford
There’s a thread you follow. It goes among
things that change. But it doesn’t change.
People wonder about what you are pursuing.
You have to explain about the thread.
But it is hard for others to see.
While you hold it you can’t get lost.
Tragedies happen; people get hurt
or die; and you suffer and get old.
Nothing you do can stop time’s unfolding.
You don’t ever let go of the thread.
December 6, 2019 | Filed Under Poem for Hela | Comments Off on In Beauty I Walk ~ Diné Prayer
In Beauty I Walk
~ Diné prayer
In beauty I walk
In beauty I walk
My eyes see beauty
My thoughts find beauty
My feelings rouse beauty
My words name beauty
With beauty above me, I walk
With beauty below me, I walk
With beauty behind me and before me, I walk
With beauty all around me, I walk
Through the returning seasons, I walk in beauty
On the trail blessed with pollen, I walk in beauty
With mist falling and moon rising, I walk in beauty
It is finished in beauty
It is finished in beauty
November 24, 2019 | Filed Under Tarot, Runes, Oracles, Weekly Insight | Comments Off on Weekly Insight from the Oracles for November 24, 2019
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November 13, 2019 | Filed Under Poem for Hela | Comments Off on Poem: Autumn ~ Amy Lowell
Autumn
~ Amy Lowell
They brought me a quilled, yellow dahlia,
Opulent, flaunting.
Round gold
Flung out of a pale green stalk.
Round, ripe gold
Of maturity,
Meticulously frilled and flaming,
A fire-ball of proclamation:
Fecundity decked in staring yellow
For all the world to see.
They brought a quilled, yellow dahlia,
To me who am barren
Shall I send it to you,
You who have taken with you
All I once possessed?