hunger for

i went to the kitchen, after we hung up
i heard that confused mockingbird--
the one who professes day of night, or
has too much overbearing competition during the former--
or, even prettier a thought--KNOWS, but chooses the latter...

and was transported to
the hours with your voice in my ear
to the making, the building of ,
the nest he so longingly, desperately, achingly seeks...

the nest no one knows
what tree will proffer fork of branch for
or if you will ever harken to the song
and come forth to the light -- to my dark--
and offer to co-inhabit

one physical hunger -- by tasting, chewing, swallowing
was slaked;
the other.. the others...
deepened. listening, desiring, knowing
being one with and of and in his plea.
i still long for you on my tongue...


Slainte

cygnus

Garden, Goddesses, and a SILLY Ol' Bird...

Somehow managing to get the three aspects of my blog's sub-title...

All In One Space


Two notes:
1) Toldja I was having trouble with the camera... never seen the sound/ audio delay before. Heck with it-- I'm posting anyhow. You all have imaginations; work them until I can get a sufficient replacement.

2) I dinna lower the camera enough at the end to show that when thanking you "for coming in", I was tapping that shore-- my Heart.

Aspects

I consider the garden natural magic-- all the potential in the seed Manifest when Mother Earth receives that, and Father Sun beams his strength approvingly. And when you add the Elixer Of Life, the (symbolic of emotion) Element of Water...

It's been said I have a green thumb. Well, silly, Swans have no thumbs, so...
I canna take credit.

Nor for the other two; Muses, the Search... Higher Forces than we are at work.

Hail and farewell tonight, Folks...

Cygnus

Im Trying..

To download photos of my garden... am having severe difficulty with the chinese SHIT I am allotted...

I'll be BACK,TOMORROW, my friends, with post and proof in tow...
Until then...

Slainte!

Cygnus

Magic Threesome

Past

Yesterday the Moon and the planets Venus and Mars made an inverted triangle in the morning sky. This is the way of subtle Magic in this swan's life:

An inverted triangle-- symbolic of the Feminine Aspect.. of the feminine of 'female'. [Mmmm...]

The Moon-- The Mother Of All female Psyche; The Triple Goddess.

And Venus, Goddess of Love. Love in the larger sense-- the conversation and friendship beyond the mere physically Aphroditic...
VENUS.. Sex and Friend and more--

Above Mars-- my [astrological/astronomical] ruling planet-- at the the base of the Triad...

A lot of Magic going on in my life of late. Glad I'm more receptive to it these days...

Today

This morning I stood under, staring up at, the Dark Veil again. Mars and Venus are still close. The Triple Goddess had moved a bit more East-- towards her final of the Croning phase. She'll be a new one tomorrow, hiding her face from Mother Earth for a few days, basking fully in the Sun's light.
From our ground, the perspective is Earth-Moon-Sun.
From Theirs? What need they of earthly things, there in the heavens, each recharging the other? The Sun and Moon and Stars...

To detail how all of this is Magic to me is impossible. Look man, I'm likely only fathoming about a third of the True Workings myself :D.

And Of The Heavens

This morning I stood communing with my God.

The constellation Cygnus-- The Celestial Swan--was directly overhead. I gave Thanks-- that which I could fit into words-- for all the magic and blessings I've received and perceived of late. Those which I couldn't-- fathom, know, or put into words-- I let my heart radiate it's peace [and turmoil! ha!] for.

Then, I tried to listen...
Tough, the majority of times, to shut out the constant background static of our own egocentric mind and BE, and HEAR... and even more so, to LISTEN.
Yet, I try and do so when praying for Guidance.

"Be Careful What You Ask For..."

I was reminded, too, that all gifts and blessings have their price. All things gained generally require, in some way, shape or form, equivocal sacrifice.

Well, SO MOTE IT BE. Though from the afore-mentioned egocentric view it often seems so, I have never been burdened with MORE than it is my fate to be REQUIRED to bear; from that of the CYGNUS, this I GROK.

Slainte, Folks...

cygnus

TIME SHARED

The moon we view in unison

it's light we share

Frowns

because unison, share

are only adjectives

describing hope for a future

under the same sky

not oceans apart


j. aka Cygnus...

Working in the Mother...

Amazing how sensual the garden is. No wonder the images over years have been immortally symbolized...

A flower develops...

The flower opens..

Pollination...

She Closes...

She bloats...

She withers... but.. not so much sans beauty, for...

Behind the bloom, a new fruit...

A NEW FRUIT...

And in that fruit, nourishment.

In that nourishment, ALL POTENTIAL...

That fruit bears ALL POTENTIAL, in it's own seed...

Potential to create another Flower...


Slainte, Folks...

Cygnus

to Caer Ibormeith

I'll Just Sit Here, In Love...

The rest of you, enjoy...



Hale and farewell...

Cygnus

END

NUMB.
AGAIN. LEFT
IN THE COLD.
NO MORE APART
THAN YESTERDAY
THOUGH MORE ALONE.

DUMB.
NO; BEREFT.
NOTHING TOLD.
WHY SHRED THE HEART
THAT WOULD HAVE STAYED?
THE SOUL IS SEWN

SHUT.
AGAIN. NOT
OPENING
THE DOOR TO START
THAT GAME AGAIN,
THAT PAIN, MY FRIEND.

JUST...
KEEP YOUR HEART
SUFFERING--
IT'S NOT MY PART.
IT FIN'LLY ENDS.



to v.j.t.

by jim aka Cygnus

The Voice..

As for the song-- the words... the Voice that rings out to me over the centuries-- I canna add naught. Unless veins of eye-water be addition...

As for the goddess singing it, I can only say that it is one thousand percent ILLEGAL to be THAT DAMNED CUTE!!!
Someone put her in handcuffs and.. well, I'll Take her--er, it-- from there...


I'VE HEARD THE VOICE
I'VE SEEN THE FACE
I'VE KNOWN THE HEART
I'VE FELT THE SOUL

WE SENSE THE COLD--
WE'RE STILL APART;
PHYSICAL SPACE
LEAVES US NO CHOICE...

jim aka cygnus


Hale and farewell, folks...

Cygnus

Echoing the Water Sweetly Flowing...

Down my Cheek

Is that You, YEW, across the river?
The sweet-watered river,
that flows
embanked,
ever alone?
Thus leaving me-- this life-- ever alone?

I stand 'neath the Full Mother's
just-waning Light
and seek...
in the shadows of the other bank..
in the leaves of the forest running parallel...

And break tears when I do not locate,
cannot not pinpoint.

I have Danced alone for
So many years,
it seems the only Way, the natural way...

yet I see in the world -- above my head
and beneath my feet
and IN MY HEART--

It is NOT

We are NOT alone.

...Nor together.

So, rent asunder by
the current that swiftly passes, that swiftly flows
past, and past, and
beyond...

i stand. Alone.

Dance forgotten.
Song unable to be given note.
Fire not kindled.

Again.

Wet, Dreary...
Alone. Alone.
All, All alone.

You.
YEW.

I KNEW
and KNOW.

and fathom
all the less, because...
Where? and Why?

And How, i ask the glowing-above Orb...

HOW?
WHEN?

Cygnus

Yew and the Battlefield...

Hail and Greetings, kindred.

I've not spoken much here about the last third of the blog's sub-title. And won't, likely.

It's a longing. She is a longing. She's there-- wherever the hell there be...

And if she don't ken the Battlefield Band.. well, folks, she really ain't all that 'there', is she?


Hale and Farewell on this Full Moon night, people. And if any of ye see Yew Berry... tell 'er Cyg forever waits; like Oengus o' the Dream, he continually searches...

Cygnus

Dreams

Hail and Greetings, Fellow Travellers...

I've been seeing some unconscious films oft before dreamed recur of late. These were in the realm of Meaningful Ones, so... why the hell they're showing up now is event enough to make note of and keep tabs on, to try (even in retrospect) to reach the deeper level of unconscious and heed it's lesson, warning, or direction

Something is a-brewing, my witchy ones..

Hang loose and mayhap discover, along with Cyg, the 'what'. But folks... I don't dream small. So, there you are, forewarned...

Hale and Farewell...

C.

News From My Ancestral Land

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SIGNIFICANT ARCHEOLOGICAL FIND AT HILL OF TARA

An ancient wooden version of Stonehenge has been
discovered at the Hill of Tara. The scale of the
monument which is still buried beneath the hill
is comparable with the size of the pitch at Croke
Park. It is estimated the discovery is 4500 years
old and while the actual wooden structure no
longer exists a ditch stretching six metres wide
and three metres deep was detected in the bedrock,
using techniques that give a kind of X-Ray of
the hill.