Wild Ways

After the Meditation: Poem One

The curve of the tree line was sensually enclosing. Like the thighs of a woman around a
mans hips.
It was an evening where you do not remember the darkness falling -it had subtly wrapped
its arms around you, so as to nurture not startle.
The sky was blanketed by clouds, no stars to be seen -the next morning to the cocks crow
you found not much time had passed, but you felt alive, the land was calling.
Sitting in the sacred place all seasons seemed to pass one after the other. From the shards
of sun darting through the trees, to seeing your breath upon the air as you sighed with
knowing and loving. Cool winds embraced and lifted your spirit to that of the buzzard,
swaying the tree tops as you sped past.
This was living, this was feeling.
This was a love that would last forever.
The passion, the fear, the glory, all there for you to share.
The light, the dark and the creative chaos that has made up the Spirit of the Land.

Wild Ways: Poem Two

Searching forward, searching more. Don't know what I've been looking for.
Community and a sense of self. Has it taken me so long to find a slot on the shelf?
Looking here and looking there. You were here all along just clouded by my despair.
You welcomed me with open arms, made me feel good, making me feel charmed.
And now I know how to belong, for the Spirit of Coven-tree is so strong.

Joanne Gailey, Wild Ways 2004