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“THE ROAD: The road is paved with heavy stone and carved along its tender edge are memories of healing and of rage so wild and free and cruel it took no remorse it threw itself into the flames and rose so high I never thought I’d see another sight so cold with truth. And memories of healing held themselves apart, they wouldn’t stand to see themselves by the light that gives no remorse to anybody other. The road goes on and on it leaves you with no clue of end it leaves as it stretches to the distance and at some point, some random stone I fall into my heavy bones and look upon the tender edges carved with memories of healing and of rage so wild and free and cruel it never turns away the truths that are accepted by no other.”

“They each beheld the changes to their lover’s face. The places – at the corners of the eyes and lips, across the pensive brows – where Time had left its tracks like a traveller across the snow. The markings of a life together and all the experiences that shaped them. They knew the laughter and the tears that had all made those lines – could read them like maps of the lives they cherished and thanked the Ancient Ones for granting them. Their fingers reached out and entwined into the silk of hair so beloved by Time that it had begun to seek the colours for its own garment, leaving as payment threads of silver, bright and shining.”

“a gathering of women and men linking hands in a circle. The full, bright circle of the Moon rising bone-white above them. The group lifted their joined hands to the sky, reaching for the Moon. “O Lady of the Mirror and the Scythe. She who walks the paths both seen and unseen – finding that which is known, that which is yet to be known.” In unison, they turned to face the eastern horizon. “O Lady of the Sun,” they called. May you nourish us within your warmth, nourish the valley and the forest. We praise you now, as you shine on your sister Moon: retrieving her from her wanderings into the world of the unborn and of the dead.”

“I feel as though the ocean longs to hold me.” She looked up at Keelan, trying to read his attitude. “I long to touch the ocean. I look at the sky and yearn to be within the vapours and colours that it exists within, and I feel that it calls for me also. I push my hands into the soil, and I feel that the Earth wants to take me in – like a seed or a cutting from a tree – and grow me.”

“She felt her body disperse, her structure release into elemental and shifting from fire to air, to water to earth. And then there was no Earth, and it was far beyond the Sun’s keeping of years. And all was a matrix of sound. Lahana lost hold of time and became as a song lilting upon breath. Then a great longing, a longing to transfigure. The song became a dance, and touch was like a celebration of life. And life opened to a richer song. A longing for the intensification of elemental division. For the beauty of division in symphonic harmony. Lahana felt pulled with the others in her dance, gathering matter and weight and solidity. She felt time catch hold of her and an emergent cosmos. Time awakening her as she submerged into the fabric of this still young cosmos. Becoming fire shifting to air, to water to earth. Her spirit dancing with the Earthlight that began to reach through the tumult of the elements. Earthlight pouring into the spinning particles of matter and seeking harmony of flesh with spirit – with as much longing as Lahana felt. Lahana saw time awaken the evolving awareness of the Earth Spirit – embraced within the evolving awareness of the Universe. And both these, Earth and Cosmos, embracing Lahana’s own journey, offering her the garments of their flesh, offering her the sustenance of their bodies. Then a deep breath ran through her, slow and complete. And she woke . . .”

“Let always flow into you, your memory of where you are from. Feel the awesome power that called you into being when your soul first awoke and cried out your true and only name. All other names are garments. All other lives are garments. We put them on, and sometimes they bind with stays and ties of hard cord. And other times they flow like silk around us, and we dance freely moving our souls in beautiful harmony with the flesh.”

“The lights of the town distant across the harbour I am one of those who were unable to sleep – the sentience of Time beneath a shoreless sea of drifting stars while you were woven to the moon And you – You were the ocean and we were the land You lay down unflinching You lay down forgetting And you were the ocean and we were the land”