a meditation for the 'Firstnight Firelight' ceremony ....final copy

A meditation for the ‘Firstnight Firelight’ ceremony:

Please come with me on a journey and draw close to the strength and warmth of the fire in our centre
Though not now in your bodies, but small, fluttering and riding the wooden shards as they splinter, crack and are consumed
into gas within the fire’s flames,
Rise up with these hot rushes of air and watch as they swirl
And mix with our dreams,
Let the mix bubble and ‘pop’ and float up into the soft gentle expectant night
Where a cool breeze will, if you ask kindly,
Cool the blood in your soul
And let you see, and set you free.

Now gaze about, laugh and shout, whoop with glee and say …’I’m free’
Nod at folks and ‘tip your hat’
You wear no hat now, no societal gauze covers you, you are you, here to do,
With a head set free of restrictions
Can you not see all the possibilities?
And know what paths are true and what are spiked with thorns
Or is a weed a useful plant growing in the wrong place, at the wrong time,
Or any combination of these that you need to prove your point.

What are the facts and what is the thread?
Many a pioneer is now cold and is dead
But their actions live on in the litter of the forests’ floor
And the forest creatures march at night to honour them,
As we cut at them to divorce ourselves from our past
The birds still carry the sounds of these first axe-cuts
And still raise their beaks as scents from the forest flowers bring back the memory
Of ‘billy tea’ swung two and a half times around a lean stringy shoulder
Diligence and fortitude were commonplace
And tireless work had its reward
In a supper with friends and family
And tales of bold mythical creatures

The ‘Bomwat’, that large ferocious cousin of its smaller, earthly, thick-coated friend
Soared often on the backs of eagles it had snared in tall trees
Dangling woven white flowers shaped into cute bunny rabbits as bait
And hanging on gently but firmly lest the eagle discovered it was being ‘ridden’
It would laugh as the eagle wove ‘tween the low morning clouds
And as it laughed, the echoes fractured, and thunder and lightning roared
Sending sparks bouncing across the raindrops
Then cascades of coloured rainbows would fall onto the earth.

May this rain settle your lofty, risen dreams into the soil
And allow the warm spring morning sun
To sprout them from this ground, and grow them tall
With roots that feed into the water table below
That travel and tell all the neighbours,
We are here with good intentions, and nourishment a-plenty,
Come therefore, be our guest, and drink from our well,
All you who are parched and in need of the purity that can only come
From an endeavour spawned by the love of one another, melded with intent,
As pure as the first bead of sweat on the brow of a newborn child.

HI

Oh my god monty1, I am so glad I choose omgforum.net as the forum address as you seem to make me speechless with poems like above and I can only to say "Oh My God".

Keep it up, this stuff really wells my heart to tears.

love Admin

‘Twas not I’, said the fly
‘Nor me’, squeaked the flea
We both reckon you two did it,
And Monty agrees …… Hi Paul and Michelle ……


Remember you showed us all the power of touch
The energy of touch flows out to all around
So remember then that you both created what was written
All I did was funnel, funnel and fix the words in a space on a page
Bring them in from the dance they were tumbling round in,
Weaving in and out from a garland round you both
And out came a ceremony, round a fire
Isn’t that funny?


So I can’t wait until that event I’ve heard is promised up at Etherion
Will it be the first for this land?
And if it is just sit and ponder the energy of that
Just ponder and feel it course through you now
Stirring up a rush, then a torrent,
Then an explosion of desire to make it happen


…Will he stand and be still, strong, gentle, open,
While she walks toward him
Saying so much, and not a word
With music rising, roaring through our ears
Will we watch both your gazes dance together
And will the eyes of all around soften
And allow the fluidity of the moment
To pick up everyone’s soul, up, and up, and up


At the top of the swirling spiralling column
Can we watch as you both lead us onwards, up higher still
I want that, my friend, that cuddly bloke from the narrow country
over the ocean, he wants it
I’ve seen it in his eyes as he dances
Holding a laughing friend near as she relaxes in his arms


Will we see femininity dressed in curves
That flow as only a female form can express
Shout out at all the angular males around and say
We can flounce and shake our hips
And smile through curves of curvy lips
As music heard both rocks and rolls
And angels sing and sway our souls

And yes we know what that does

I saw it as you two sat on chairs in one place
But moving pretty damn fast, as I recall
And I think that came from just three fingers tracing
across a knee covered in denim

…At least that’s my humble opinion…

P.S / thanks…

P.P.S / sorry Paul, but it was difficult not to notice

The two of you were covered in sparks…
Silvery blue from memory, or were they
Silvery green, no…there was also a patch of
Red and orange and yellow ones, and…
Hang on, … what was that other colour?

Guess we’ll all just have to wait ‘till next time !!!

From a man who at first glance seems a little ruff and edgy
I come to see that a deep soft ocean of song
longs to spill over his rocky edges

So romantic that which you wrote above
Im enchanted and curious as to how it mystriously comes

Admin

Hi all, don't know admin-n-comrade, well do know admin and comrade,
they're these two sparky souls that ....you know all that,
but, hey thanks, you know what, I just think I figured out a present I could give you two, ...
... a little ceremony ....hang on, I don't think I know 'little',
I could try, don't have any control over when it happens ...have a dicta-phone in the car
and I just grab it when I feel something's coming through,
usually a phrase with rhyming words, and if I've got paper (now I carry a clipboard)
I just write 'til it stops ....then edit, and add, and edit, and sometimes I can add, but other times I just have to wait ....
...'nuff rambling, thanks for leaving it on ...cheersntootls (or tootlsncheers, that's better)..montyp